<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:32:35.369-07:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='cup holders make me happy'/><category term='bpb is so good'/><category term='you are welcome'/><category term='my roomates hate me'/><category term='Moles are effing weird'/><category term='I love long beach'/><category term='i love my friends'/><category term='neat'/><category term='sacramento is lovely'/><category term='lil smokies are the tops'/><category term='i love things'/><category term='vicks is awesome'/><category term='so are bikes'/><category term='snoop dogg is awesome'/><category term='considering vinegar injections'/><category term='I mean seriously?'/><category term='i love this song'/><category term='lights lights lights'/><category term='Really'/><category term='Massages chairs are way cooler than I thought'/><category term='life changing'/><category term='chilly'/><category term='bedazzled bunnies are terrifying'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='why is god so good at making things?'/><category term='Grey hairs dont hurt when you pull them from your scalp'/><category term='lame'/><category term='forgetful'/><category term='also you'/><category term='dont bum me out'/><category term='books are great'/><category term='abandonment'/><category term='owls and friends are awesome'/><category term='being home alone is terrifying'/><category term='freaking awesome animals'/><category term='camping'/><category term='clover coffee is effing delicious'/><category term='on the road to being Emmylou'/><category term='Lent is going to freak me out'/><category term='i love music'/><category term='autumn is awesome'/><category term='racing is super sweet'/><category term='sleep is good...i think'/><category term='welcome baby jesus'/><category term='I love temple coffee'/><category term='things that you might not have know about me'/><category term='landers'/><category term='things that make me want to freak out'/><category term='gingerbread cookies are yummy'/><category term='ping ping should be my friend'/><category term='extreme happiness'/><category term='oh crap there are super sweet people left on this planet'/><category term='silver bells'/><category term='copious christmas lights'/><category term='coffee makes me so happy'/><category term='bikes are sweet'/><category term='silly faces'/><category term='gold fish are lame'/><category term='i love my family'/><category term='christmas sweaters are not flattering'/><category term='I miss you'/><category term='i love leaves'/><category term='dumb'/><category term='chicken is real good'/><category term='community makes my heart melt'/><category term='i freaking love the west wing'/><category term='there is a ton of bad music in this world'/><category term='turn the AC off'/><category term='surprises are silly'/><category term='i dont usually care too much about my caron footprint'/><category term='pushing daisies is better than that'/><category term='taj mahal is making my life right now'/><category term='where has my mind gone'/><category term='garlic fries are yummy'/><category term='Sleepy'/><category term='mosquitos can kiss it'/><category term='i love you tube'/><category term='crispy christmas trees'/><category term='thrift stores are awesome'/><category term='why cant we just leave the clocks alone'/><category term='thats what she said'/><category term='music makes me happy'/><category term='i miss home so so much'/><category term='baby jesus'/><category term='sometimes i forget things.'/><category term='i am a crier'/><category term='I swell'/><category term='i have the mind of a 12 year old boy'/><category term='my family warms my effing heart'/><category term='lame lame lame'/><category term='reading makes me happy'/><category term='allergies are stupid'/><category term='the desert is real nice'/><category term='boogers would be nice right now'/><category term='cant stop listening'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='giant rock'/><title type='text'>What About Little Microphones?</title><subtitle type='html'>"What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboard down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar...."  -JSF, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1082678648272821385</id><published>2010-03-04T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:09:33.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i get lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its been awhile since i last posted....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having a blog is more responsibility than i can handle sometimes, but im back now. for a lil bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until i forget....again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so the last time i wrote was in september since then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. i applied for americorps. i stressed out about the job. i got the job. and i have been working with sacramento steps forward (formerly the ending chronic homelessness initiative) since december. its great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. because of the aforementioned developments i left my job at city life which was more challenging than i thought it would be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. i moved. still in sacramento just a different house. we miss the old place but our new one is real nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. i bought rain boots...really good decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. i have developed an intense love of feta and goat cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. well, i cant think of a 6 right now. but im sure there is something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heres the thing. i worked a crazy day. i am tired. but, i wanted to make sure you know i am here and alive. i promise to give more details later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later dudes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1082678648272821385?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1082678648272821385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1082678648272821385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1082678648272821385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1082678648272821385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-get-lazy.html' title='sometimes i get lazy.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6966332591221257699</id><published>2009-09-07T01:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:34:37.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dont usually care too much about my caron footprint'/><title type='text'>i like coffee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTFKUd4iAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JNjZFk9iqto/s1600-h/ecocup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTFKUd4iAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JNjZFk9iqto/s320/ecocup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378640636070627330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myself one of these fancy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should too.&lt;br /&gt;its real neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not as fun as my anti-spill cup but neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6966332591221257699?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTFKUd4iAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JNjZFk9iqto/s72-c/ecocup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-495856283114416093</id><published>2009-09-07T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:30:28.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cup holders make me happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly faces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>it's late. i can't sleep. blogging time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTChIhUveI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tO22LfXUCMg/s1600-h/kateandmaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTChIhUveI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tO22LfXUCMg/s320/kateandmaids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378637729465941474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: i dont know how to work blogger so this business is out of order. whatevs. deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photographer often wanted me in front, near kate, you know maid of honor status or whatevs. but i, in all my blue gerber daisy glory frequently rushed to hide behind the bride. or anyone. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTAu3eAcAI/AAAAAAAAASs/K1z0Wn-7FsU/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTAu3eAcAI/AAAAAAAAASs/K1z0Wn-7FsU/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378635766383538178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its been an uber long time since i shared life via the blog with ya'lls.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i think i had bloggers block. also, i dont technically have a computer of my own so i borrow my work laptop which makes my own indulgences a little tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer has been real nuts. i went home a ton. kate got hitched. that (above) is a picture of kate, jill (her cousin who surprised her from paraguay) and, well, me. i look like i am with child in every photo that i took because i put my hands in front of me thus causing the already poofy part of the dress to stick out some more. way to go for me. as if i need help looking more round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the wedding was sweet. jerry dropped the unity candle. i still giggle about it. it was a short wedding.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;ride to the park.&lt;br /&gt;eat delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;introduce wedding party.&lt;br /&gt;silly games.&lt;br /&gt;speeches.&lt;br /&gt;cake.&lt;br /&gt;bride and groom leave to do the thing that they have been thinking about for many days.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any better pictures, not of that, of us...i dont think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTAuc43-HI/AAAAAAAAASk/qIXiMdhVWJM/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTAuc43-HI/AAAAAAAAASk/qIXiMdhVWJM/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378635759248472178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donna and i got the party started with our sassy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember how i was talked into walking with donna over to try and catch the boquet. but i was. kate let go of it and i was gone. no gracias to catching the boquet. no gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTAZmosI0I/AAAAAAAAASc/jE3QEvQDvs8/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTAZmosI0I/AAAAAAAAASc/jE3QEvQDvs8/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378635401087689538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went camping this summer. out in the cut of it. it was a great time. super ending to a real nice summer. also, as it turns out i am incapable of taking a straight faced photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had fun things to share. i dont.&lt;br /&gt;i am fun though.&lt;br /&gt;i dance.&lt;br /&gt;i sing.&lt;br /&gt;i am sassy, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to long beach.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;camp. timothy. the timothy project.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i do have news. i sold the t-bird. she's gone. prolly hanging out in the drive way of a 40 something year old dude who drinks the natty ice. i miss it but the new car is a nice change. i have cup holders now. i have never owned a car with cup holders.&lt;br /&gt;i know, classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-495856283114416093?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/495856283114416093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=495856283114416093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/495856283114416093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/495856283114416093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-late-i-cant-sleep-blogging-time.html' title='it&apos;s late. i can&apos;t sleep. blogging time.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SqTChIhUveI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tO22LfXUCMg/s72-c/kateandmaids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-7928795541160015883</id><published>2009-07-19T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:01:40.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somehow blogging ended up at the bottom of my to do list</title><content type='html'>fear not. i am alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacramento is real warm. it was 108 a couple of weeks ago. i decided that we could prolly end the who lack of water problem by gathering the sweat of the sacramento people. think about it obama. just think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a whole lot to share at 1am. im actually pretty tired. i might end up sleeping before the usual 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a spare moment and need a laugh you should watch some bear grylls and will ferrell on youtube. its real funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at temple today, temple the coffee shop not the jewish kind, surrounded by 3 macbooks. the world hates me and wants me to be a bad person. not having a computer is annoying, being surrounded by beautiful machines is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, you should probably look into jessica the hippo she is neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-7928795541160015883?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/7928795541160015883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=7928795541160015883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7928795541160015883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7928795541160015883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/07/somehow-blogging-ended-up-at-bottom-of.html' title='somehow blogging ended up at the bottom of my to do list'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-891137403806763374</id><published>2009-06-25T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:30:56.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you should make time to watch this movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hp_ZwQH2nfI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/Hp_ZwQH2nfI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw it last friday. going again tomorrow. its my new eternal sunshine. i still love eternal sunshine. go watch this move. unless your name is john darrell, if that's the case you should watch twilight zone and drink a coors light instead because you prolly wont be into this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in long beach july 2nd. lets hang out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-891137403806763374?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/891137403806763374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=891137403806763374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>i am losing my faith in pandora. it thinks it knows me but it doesn't. it keeps playing jack johnson and i keep wanting to throw up in my mouth a little. ugh. when did i give it the impression that i liked jack johnson. i am bummed. am i living a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really bummed about a discovery at the target today. press on toenails. c'mon world. just c'mon back. terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got season 3 in the mail a few days ago. the west wing. also, i am uber bummed on season 6 right now so i have started at season 1. i really do loves me some the west wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am cat sitting a little jerk cat who wakes up all night with head bunting and biting. its a gentle bite but a bite all the same. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can smell. i can taste. the joy of the lord you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 blow outs this week. my very old denims just gave up. they were some favorites. i am grieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hot. i hate summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6050564845824067625?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6050564845824067625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6050564845824067625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6050564845824067625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6050564845824067625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/06/things.html' 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this is horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4410534419262773716?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4410534419262773716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4410534419262773716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4410534419262773716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4410534419262773716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/06/dumb.html' title='dumb'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6759456088449088561</id><published>2009-06-20T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:49:49.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...AND</title><content type='html'>i joined twitter. as if i need another social networking thing. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name or whatevs: lilmicrophones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets follow each other. tell me where you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6759456088449088561?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1552649341007159186</id><published>2009-06-20T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:26:56.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Good Nights</title><content type='html'>i had a really super eve. this following a pretty shitty week. i was sick. who gets sick in june? me. i have the lingering really cute flaky nose skin and grandpa laugh from the crap in my lungs. but i am out of bed. its been a tough week outside of sickness as well and to be perfectly honest, i dont really want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home around 4 today. i was sleepy. i had a really long night of thinking. i do that sometimes. a long day of catching up on work. by 5 i was done but i had plans with the ladies to see a movie so i jumped in bed to read and try to re energize. sleeping happened instead. it was good. actually, i would have slept longer but i had this really awful dream that i wont recount because it effing sucked. i woke up to merril in the living room. we talked for a really long time about really intense things. it was good. she's a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so around 10 the ladies...ahhhhhhhhh!! pandora just started playing jack johnson. that is awful. i skipped it. i thought it knew that i am not into jack johnson. ugh. ok. so, 10, the ladies off to the theatre. we watched away we go. it was super. i loved it. i left the theatre refreshed. excited. reminded that simplicity is possible and its what i want. geez, it was good. i know you prolly aren't interested in the reaches of my mind. the places that i have ventured tonight. the thoughts about my life and people and relationships so i will spare you (i am however pretty good at the email ramble and am always looking for folks to ramble to so if you want thoughts let me know). just know that some passions are being re ignited and i am eager to journey with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good. even when it kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you long beach. but i love you sacramento. what oh what to do? shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. listen to some good music as the sun goes down and drink some lemonade. or a beer. tis the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1552649341007159186?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1552649341007159186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1552649341007159186' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Today</title><content type='html'>i always knew jews were awesome. but this lil guy made my life. i am pretty sure he might be bummed that i keep calling him a lil guy...whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so were are wrapping up the staff meeting, praying like hey jesus whats up, you are so cool, we love you, prolly you should guide the way, keep us at a steady pace, p.s. you are awesome when a rapping on the door hushes the talking to the lord. the door is answered and a freakin energetic lil fella peeks into the room. he is called graham. he has either had lots of caffiene, many a peach ring or is just on fi-ya. in any case we all get to talking about fed-ex and how they are b-holes and living green stuff and being kosher and how jesus was a pretty cool teacher on and on when, are you ready for this? he asks what we are doing? whats are deal? we say that we are a church and oh goodness this is good lil graham says; 'in the interest of full disclosure i am a big jew' WHAT?! that is amazing. the cackles start and instant friendship. i am into graham. as i type this i realize that maybe you had to be there. it was super. just laugh with me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news: apple announced the new macbook pro price shift. i know this because an equally (perhaps more) obsessed friend sends me a text at 11:45p tuesdy (?) night with a check your email order. i do. its a link to the freaking heavens. i have asked jm to consider selling his seed in order to contribute to my mac fund. i am trying to figure out how to sell a kidney and a section of my liver...oh relax, jk. i am just spending endless hours drooling all over my work computer, lil blackie, as i watch videos on the mac page. since my other landing station dell died i am in a terrible place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have felt an overall bloggers block. i sort of gag as i type that because that is the lamest thing i have ever said for many a reason but i am turning a new leaf. the leaf of being a grown up and not being so effing critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends. things have been quite busy lately so i dont hang out as much as i would like to. we all know i am into the hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in the market for a new french press as mine broke. it ruined my life. jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timbuk2 is having a great sale and if i had the cash i would be the owner of a new HEMP timbuk 2 small bag, you know, the perfect size for heading to a show or biking it out to davis. p.s. i am biking out to davis soon. i am really jazzed about it. not so jazzed about the bugs between my teeth but it will make for a great blog photo so just stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season 5 of the west wing makes me want to quit the show. i guess the original writer left. jerk. he should just c'mon back. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its after minight and i am going granny a lil early in life...i have an episode or 2 to watch i cant be chattin it up with ya'lls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the bloggers block is gone...later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-7351012448625424296?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/7351012448625424296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=7351012448625424296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7351012448625424296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7351012448625424296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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which seems a lil weird but whatevs. so i have to wait til tuesdy. i drive there. only seasons 5, 6 &amp;amp; 7. i am bummed so i text kate in the lbc and because of her dedication to help me find things she goes to the coscto near her therefore, i will soon be the proud proud owner of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/Sh42YUVwtmI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZA2b4G-Da7E/s1600-h/seas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/Sh42YUVwtmI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZA2b4G-Da7E/s320/seas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340765999512729186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/Sh412O4yR9I/AAAAAAAAASM/hesj_W0D4Xk/s1600-h/West+Wing+-+Season+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6963427222877521560</id><published>2009-05-20T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:13:13.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka!</title><content type='html'>I just figured out why I haven't graduated college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....because I don't have a mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacBooks make me happy. I covet. Now, lets talk about getting me a mac because the Dell crashed, jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_x2Np_ZLJ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/Z_x2Np_ZLJ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6963427222877521560?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6963427222877521560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6963427222877521560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6963427222877521560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6963427222877521560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/05/eureka.html' title='Eureka!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1267662064219360740</id><published>2009-05-07T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:00:03.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to You By: Shannon feeling like blogs without photos are silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SgPX94VaRzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZcNVLSK6z54/s1600-h/mushroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333343841830979378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SgPX94VaRzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZcNVLSK6z54/s320/mushroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two Things:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. sometimes i laugh at things. then i compose myself. then i look at what i was laughing at and i think, 'crap, my brain functions like that of a 12 year old boy'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. god is funny. he was so funny when he made this mushroom that looks like a butt. butt things make me laugh the same way poop things do. speaking of poop....no, nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1267662064219360740?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1267662064219360740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1267662064219360740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1267662064219360740'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8650882206933641357</id><published>2009-05-07T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:51:12.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soiled</title><content type='html'>Some really important things have happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished season 2 of the west wing. i am pretty sure i must hold some kind of record for fastest viewing. i mean i just like to do what i say i am going to do, i like to set goals and accomplish them-as long as they don't get in the way of what seems to be a lifetime of eluding adulthood. i like to t.c.o.b. or whatever. season 2 was amazing, i am glad that i didnt watch the show when it was on tv because i don't know if i could handle the wait. this way, i get to start season 3 tomorrow. if there were ever an appropriate time to ask for a booyah it would be now, so...can i get a booyah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that if i am ever to learn a language just because it will be latin. it is neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started trying to pull every life event into a west wing story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since moving away from home i have learned a few valuable life lessons. i learned something new this week. i am not an effective communicator. i mean really, i think i might be dumb. i can never just say what i need to say, i talk too much, i tell too many stories and then i loose peoples attention. you see, there is is woman at church who is a really amazing listener and a super communicator and i thought heck, i want to be real good at those things so i was thinking about how to hone some skills. as i thought i realized this whole problem with my talking in stream of consciousness is an issue. so i need help, help me. my name is shannon, and i talk to damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the gym at 6am makes me feel like a grown up because i am up and ready to face the owrld by 830a, this means i need to stop going to the gym so early. refer back to the eluding adulthood comment above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started chilling the left over morning coffee so that i can have it over ice in the afternoon as i read on the porch. i like reading on the porch. there is an older gentleman whose name i do not know that rides home every everyday on his lil moto wheel chair and he has started waving at me, he makes my days good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have re kindled my romance with cream cheese also artichokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that the world has jumped on to the verb train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i forget how much i like donut holes. then i eat one and i remember. when i was a wee one my dad would occasionally go to the donut shop on sundy mornings. waking up to the glory that is the pink box and lil white bag of bite sized bits of glory was amazing. i am a sucker for nostalgia. a sucker i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend recently turned me toward the google, he says look up the gambia. i do. it changed my life. this delightful little place is called the republic of THE gambia. not the republic of gambia. the THE is supposed to be there. we all know how i like the THE. the trader joes. the naked coffee. the safeway. the target. THE THE THE. i like it. back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am driving home in a week. excited to be home. not excited to drive. i dont have an effing radio. gonna ear bud it up. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in terrifying news: the swine flu in in the north long beach. 5 cases. will you still be my friend if i get the swine flu? please? i would be willing to wear a fanny pack fully equipped with purell hand sanitizer and face masks. and we all know that the fanny pack is flattering on NO ONE. but because i am a good person i am willing to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninja stars are now my second favorite weapon. i am now very fond of the cattle prod. i know it is not as easily concealed but i want to zap people and then call them sparky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new affinity for nick names. i wish i were better at making them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am reading a book that is changing my life...again. i want a tambourine. preferably in the shape of a half circle with an american flag bedazzled near the grip. ok, that is just ridiculous. i lol-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol-ed is being temporarily replaced with, cracked my shit up. thanks keeks. aka mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that 25 is between 24 and 26? i had a lapse in memory today and looked for it between 26 and 27. i suppose i was sleep and coffee deprived. also, i have yet to pass pre algebra so this could be the sign of a much larger problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleated pants infuriate me. they are not flattering. dont wear them. just don't. please. for the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will stop now. we all know i could go on. i wont. i will spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8650882206933641357?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8650882206933641357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8650882206933641357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8650882206933641357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8650882206933641357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/05/soiled.html' title='Soiled'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8261289088350407468</id><published>2009-05-02T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:17:04.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd</title><content type='html'>I am completely committed to finishing the entire series of The West Wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that I have lost my effing mind. All I ever want to do is watch this show. It's real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: Wait, I have no other news. Every spare minute that I have has been devoted to the television. The other day I waited on the porch for the mailman...netflix free trial to get through as much of the show as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8261289088350407468?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8261289088350407468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8261289088350407468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8261289088350407468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8261289088350407468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/05/nerd.html' title='Nerd'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6826080040233366236</id><published>2009-04-23T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:15:41.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>My car was broken into Tuesday night and all they took was the passenger side door lock and the radio faceplate. UGH! The rear quarter glass was broken so I had to replace that which was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6826080040233366236?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6826080040233366236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6826080040233366236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6826080040233366236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6826080040233366236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1911221763946276324</id><published>2009-04-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:58:05.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Busy, Just Lazy</title><content type='html'>Mosquitos are the stupidest thing on the planet. I am not one for calling the lord a fool but I do wonder about these bugs. They are awful terrible creatures, I am being eaten alive by one right now, in me it has found a buffet and it is making me crazy. It's a quick one too because it continues to escape my slap. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot going on lately. The usual, just working and looking for a part time job. So far I have been turned down by 4 places. This is an annoying journey but one that I need to be committed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have headed back to the gym 5 days a week in an attempt to loose the weight that I gained over the holidays, so it is a little late but whatevs. I am back on track. I want to have reached my 100 pound mark by the end of the year and I think I can really do it I just need to try and stay motivated. I am so easily discouraged by the things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office has been superb as of late. If Andrew Bernard were a real person I would want to hang out with him every day. Pam makes me want to vomit but we have talked about this already so  I will spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling completely drained of creatvity and funnies so I am out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1911221763946276324?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1911221763946276324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1911221763946276324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1911221763946276324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1911221763946276324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-busy-just-lazy.html' title='Not Busy, Just Lazy'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1585781817084822823</id><published>2009-04-11T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:21:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an FYI</title><content type='html'>I might not post for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1585781817084822823?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1585781817084822823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1585781817084822823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1585781817084822823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1585781817084822823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-fyi.html' title='Just an FYI'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8198712509914882316</id><published>2009-04-10T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:24:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like blackberries, the office and coffee. I do not like Pam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when I said I lost my cord thingy for my camera? Turns out that it was late and dark and somehow I didnt think to turn on the light and look under the checkbook....stop judging me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, i know I said I would show you what my face looked like when I had bad bad bad allergies. As it turns out I am not that brave so just believe me when I say that it was bad...oh geez, really the picture is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323191097241268946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/Sd_GGXaWctI/AAAAAAAAARs/aDxkySfwnaE/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I will show you my trial run with Kanye shades. Good huh? Sara and I are endlessly entertained by trying on sunglasses at Target. These were my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I think blogging without photos is lame I will share this with you for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323191099900774178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/Sd_GGhUbRyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GT8ytIKeYHQ/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest croissant I have ever consumed and an americano from Temple...come to Sacramento I will buy you this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from Long Beach Monday, it was super. Went to see Bonnie Prince Billy in LA. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have nothing important or exciting to share. I think I need more coffee....we'll talk soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8198712509914882316?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8198712509914882316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8198712509914882316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8198712509914882316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8198712509914882316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-blackberries-office-and-coffee-i.html' title='I like blackberries, the office and coffee. I do not like Pam.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/Sd_GGXaWctI/AAAAAAAAARs/aDxkySfwnaE/s72-c/IMG_1090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3096718942391406875</id><published>2009-04-02T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:01:02.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stream of Consciousness...again.</title><content type='html'>I was going to post some pictures of things that are silly but I can't find my camera cord. I think I left it at the office. I am lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been lots of days since my last post. Along with Facebook and MySpace I suppose I have given up blogging. Either that or I am just lazy. Yeah, lazy. Also, I don't like blogging without photos and I've been pretty awful with the camera lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to So Cal tomorrow. Going to the Bonnie Prince Billy show which I am real excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allergy season is here. I have real bad allergies. At this moment my eyes are watering, my nose is all plugged up and my eyelids are swollen half shut. I wish I had my camera cord. I would post a picture right now. It is gross. Wait...I am going to take a picture to share later, remind me. Oh geez, that's bad. One eyelid is more swollen than the other. Cute. I hate allergies. Claritin and Zyrtec don't work. Also, Vicks tissues are amazing but should not be used to dry the eyes. It burns. It was an accident. WHATEVS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fragile right now. I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Twilight. Then I started the book...this could be really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to do while in Long Beach: see the family, go to thrift stores, try out that coffee shop in Bellflower that Rachel raves about-I just got a new journal and a good book (not twilight) so it should be super, grab some coffee from Intelligista for Merril-this might not happen but this is just a wishlist, hang at the sunken city, feel the joy of no allergies...there is more but my allergies are preventing proper brain function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 3 of my favorite movies this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummi Bears are delicious. I like the clearish ones. Also, red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wiping your eyes with Vicks hurts...nope, gonna stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office is making my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be Tina Fey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine tip ball point pens are my new favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black coffee makes me really happy. Instant smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching Big Love. Then I watched an episode of The West Wing. I am into both. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my porch at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 AM and I can't sleep. Not because I am not tired but because I can't breathe and my congestion is causing a headache. Its too late for PM pills. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3096718942391406875?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3096718942391406875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3096718942391406875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3096718942391406875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3096718942391406875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/04/stream-of-consciousnessagain.html' title='Stream of Consciousness...again.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6360953308762054135</id><published>2009-03-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:18:53.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so are bikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='also you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books are great'/><title type='text'>Spring is super.</title><content type='html'>The weather in Sacramento has been really amazing lately. Real nice. Today I rode my bike about town jumping from one errand to the next, I like that this town affords me that luxury. Bad news: A wee lil fly attacked my eyeball. He was real strong and smart because he managed to get around my glasses. It was terrifying for a moment as I lost a bit of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like things have been busy lately but I guess I am just occupying lots of my time with things that I love but generally don't allow myself the time for. Reading, Writing, Listening to some super sweet sermons online....just brushing up on things you know? I am still not checking facebook or myspace and I really miss it. Who knew the withdrawls would be so intense? Easter is here in about 3 weeks. I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a book club. I am really into it. I was a total loser, didn't read the first book but as I type the next book is sitting next to me so I am planning to jump on that tonight. Get a head start you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like a lame-o tonight, not much to share. Maybe I am just sleepy. Just know that life is good. I will be in so cal soon so maybe I can see some of you. That would be neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6360953308762054135?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6360953308762054135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6360953308762054135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6360953308762054135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6360953308762054135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-super.html' title='Spring is super.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3130322544983477510</id><published>2009-03-09T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:13:06.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Home,</title><content type='html'>I made it back to Sacramento safely. In one piece. The trusty ol t-bird made good time. She's a real gem. I only stopped twice, at well lit filling stations. It was 4am when I walked into my house, I was so sleepy. I am definitely feeling the bummer of only 5 hours of sleep after 6 of driving. Hopefully that means that I will sleep real good tonight. Home, I will see you in April. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3130322544983477510?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3130322544983477510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3130322544983477510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3130322544983477510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3130322544983477510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-home.html' title='Dear Home,'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1164005792017585952</id><published>2009-03-07T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:57:52.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why cant we just leave the clocks alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community makes my heart melt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss home so so much'/><title type='text'>I am forgetful when filled with joy.</title><content type='html'>I realize that I am late with the surprise news but I am sure that anyone who really cares already knows that I am in Long Beach. I was supposed to hear John Perkins preach in Walnut Creek this weekend so I have Sunday free...so I decided to jump in the car and head for home, I was planning to leave here on Saturday to make it back for Perkins but I found out that he had to cancel so I am staying the extra day. I have already had some really great times with friends and family, every trip home makes it harder and harder to go back to Sacramento. I miss things here terribly. I spent this evening with Ryan and Rachel (also, the wee VerWys') and it was great to catch up , only issue is that it made me miss this place even more. My idealism is at its peak among fellow dreamers, especially dreamers who tell me that AmeriCorps is not only for those with a completed college education. The good news is that through this time I am gaining the confidence to start praying and seeking my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are losing an hour tonight. Bummed! So instead of 11PM, its really midnight. That is lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1164005792017585952?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1164005792017585952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1164005792017585952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1164005792017585952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1164005792017585952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-forgetful-when-filled-with-joy.html' title='I am forgetful when filled with joy.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6054176988502688716</id><published>2009-03-05T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:18:43.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taj mahal is making my life right now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises are silly'/><title type='text'>I have a surprise.</title><content type='html'>But I can't tell you until tomorrow because right now I am working...I know. It's midnight and I am working, I got the worship songs late and I need to have my stuff done by noon tomorrow so it is crunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back here tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then watch these videos and love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDataIWgPrw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDataIWgPrw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEiftJI_Hd0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEiftJI_Hd0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6054176988502688716?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6054176988502688716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6054176988502688716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6054176988502688716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6054176988502688716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-surprise.html' title='I have a surprise.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1115327358616614148</id><published>2009-03-04T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:11:04.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vicks is awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boogers would be nice right now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies are stupid'/><title type='text'>My Lame Lame Nose</title><content type='html'>My allergies are real bad. My nostrils are so clogged up. I can't get comfortable enough to sleep. It is 3 AM. I am bummed. Also, I left my vicks tissues in my car and it is cold and rainy so walking outside does not sound awesome right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lamest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1115327358616614148?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1115327358616614148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1115327358616614148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1115327358616614148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1115327358616614148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lame-lame-nose.html' title='My Lame Lame Nose'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8816254228961823055</id><published>2009-02-27T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:29:00.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent is going to freak me out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken is real good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music makes me happy'/><title type='text'>I miss you facebook</title><content type='html'>So for Lent this year I decided to give up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;. It is only day two and I am going through some real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;withdrawls&lt;/span&gt;. I am bummed. How am I supposed to communicate with people? Back to the phone and written word. I don't think that I let everyone know that I have given up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; so I hope folks aren't too bummed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, went to a show tonight and last. Last of the Blacksmiths sort of changed my life. They are so good. You should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; them, I would check to see if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; music is available but...well, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney made chicken pot pie pockets for dinner on LOST night....they are delicious, wonderful midnight snacks. Speaking of LOST! I love it. Real good. I would encourage you to watch it but if you know nothing about it jumping in will be a little terrifying. Watch The Office instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta check my heater...my fingers are frozen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading 5 books none of which have my undying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; so if you have a suggestion, a must read, please shoot me a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to a New City Sermon earlier today which made me want to be home. Here we go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8816254228961823055?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8816254228961823055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8816254228961823055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8816254228961823055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8816254228961823055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-you-facebook.html' title='I miss you facebook'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4383990829819094265</id><published>2009-02-22T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:38:16.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racing is super sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garlic fries are yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedazzled bunnies are terrifying'/><title type='text'>It's been awhile...I am sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMoJc2KJI/AAAAAAAAARU/yEfwnDGWoDo/s1600-h/daytona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMoJc2KJI/AAAAAAAAARU/yEfwnDGWoDo/s320/daytona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305887563611252882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, last weekend was Daytona...THE race. I got home from church and was oober bummed out because it was raining and I was so tired, too tired to walk to the nearest bar with super sweet t.v.'s and ice cold beer. You see, the day before I turned the tv to FOX and it was all snowy...bummed out. Anyway, I decided that I would try out the tv, watch the race through the snow. Lo and behold it was a Daytona Day miracle the race was clearly displayed on the tv so for the next couple of hours I would be planted on the couch watching my driver go round and round. Sadler, #19 is my boy. I adopted him the year after Wallace retired, #2 was my car. Sadler had a rough year, didn't even think he would make it into the cup until he jumped on with Petty Enterprises. My heart was real happy to hear that I wouldn't have to find a new driver for 2009. Ok, so the race is happening. It's going good. Super in fact. Sadler races his way to the front of the field after starting 29th or something like that. He is leading the pack with about 50 laps to go. It is looking good. I am effing thrilled, literally on the edge of my seat. THEN half a lap before the caution flag is pulled because of rain Sadler loses the lead to friggin Matt Kenseth. Not a big deal, the rain will pass, the track will dry and Sadler will race his ass off to get a Petty car into victory lane right (something that hasn't happened since 1999)? NO, the race is called. Rained out. BUMMER! Sadler finishes 5th. I realize that this doesn't make any sense to anyone, you probably could care less. But. This is the super bowl of motorsports and I love it. I just watched my favorite get robbed by mother nature. It was devastating. DEVASTATING! Kinda like when Mark Martin was robbed of the Daytona victory a few years back by that lil shit Harvick (Harvick right? Dad?) Whatevs. On top of the bittersweet Daytona experience, Sadler has a pretty lame California Speedway experience today. Poor dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that Kate was in town so I didn't hang out in my sadness for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMbbp704I/AAAAAAAAARM/LCOxrAfnTp8/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMbbp704I/AAAAAAAAARM/LCOxrAfnTp8/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305887345159689090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Kate is in town it means that we eat good food...scraping our plates clean. This particular meal was a buffalo chicken salad and garlic fries. Real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below was taken at Cafe Bernardo by Jerry, Kates dude. She's gonna get married soonish so she flew him up here for a couple of days for valentines day, also to hang out a little bit. Being away from Long Beach means I am pretty detached so it was good to have Jerry here for a minute to get to know him a little. Now that I think of it the 3 of us never got a picutre together...we were way too busy eating good food and drinking great coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMbM4CGRI/AAAAAAAAARE/3BBq69xtjTU/s1600-h/KateShan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMbM4CGRI/AAAAAAAAARE/3BBq69xtjTU/s320/KateShan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305887341192288530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMvqamUbI/AAAAAAAAARc/da3FSEdfkqo/s1600-h/snort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMvqamUbI/AAAAAAAAARc/da3FSEdfkqo/s320/snort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305887692719280562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate brought along with her a little porcelain rabbit with a badazzled ass flap. His rhinestone encrusted butt opened up to reveal a little cubby. Truth be told he made me a little uncomfortable but we got along well. The story goes: Someone at Kate's job won him at a white elephant exchange and now Snort, yes he is called Snort, travels the world with the public health nurses of the OC. He is a traveling bunny. On this morning he was into the Naked Lounge Coffee that I prepared to fuel our day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4383990829819094265?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4383990829819094265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4383990829819094265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4383990829819094265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4383990829819094265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-awhilei-am-sorry.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...I am sorry.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SaJMoJc2KJI/AAAAAAAAARU/yEfwnDGWoDo/s72-c/daytona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3683041180170429399</id><published>2009-02-19T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:21:57.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't have the time that I would like</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to tell you...but not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait: I will tell you about work and Nascar and home and Kate and my bike and the albums that are changing my life and I will probably even have photos but for now all I have the time for is this ramble and a quote update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3683041180170429399?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3683041180170429399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3683041180170429399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3683041180170429399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3683041180170429399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-dont-have-time-that-i-would-like.html' title='I just don&apos;t have the time that I would like'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3443833023841954985</id><published>2009-02-03T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:12:07.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a digital age...deal.</title><content type='html'>Blogging without photos bums me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just re-read some quotes from a book that I forgot I loved: Everything is Illuminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the CD that I can't get enough of right now: Great Lake Swimmers self titled. Repeat. It's real good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3443833023841954985?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3443833023841954985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3443833023841954985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3443833023841954985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3443833023841954985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-digital-agedeal.html' title='It is a digital age...deal.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-697008164428039785</id><published>2009-02-02T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:49:37.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that you might not have know about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are welcome'/><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I recently did this survey junk on Facebook and figured I would post it here as well....since I haven't anything oober exciting to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write 25 random facts about myself....I changed number one because it only applied to the FaceBook crowd.&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a little dent in my right eyelid from the removal of an eye cyst (GROSS!) if I wear eye shadow it is a real b-word to try and get it out of the little nook.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was in the 7th grade I broke my toe, it never healed right so now I have a crooked ring toe on my right foot.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate is lame. I don't like the way it smells and I especially hate the taste.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was born and raised in North Long Beach, in fact I lived in the house that I grew up in until about 2 years ago. I now live in Sacramento and I like it a bunch. Also, I don't know snoop dogg, don't listen to sublime and I have never met Jesse James. I have however, been in the same room as a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;5. I had big dreams of being The Incredible Hulk's side kick when I was a kid. That never panned out for me...&lt;br /&gt;6. I speak Spanish, I am Mexican-the whole Shannon Nicole Stevens throws people off.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am not that into sweet stuff but if you deep fry it and batter it I might be swayed. I am way into the deep fried potato. For at least a year my BFF and I used to make runs to the Jack in the Box for a Large FF and Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;8. I drink many many pots of coffee everyday, which means I run to the toilet a ton. This may be TMI but just in case we ever hang out for more than an hour I'd prefer to get it out there. Honesty is the way to go, you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't go into an office supply store without buying a pen. This has been a problem for many years, it means that I have shoe boxes full of pens. I recently got rid of hundreds. It was a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;10. When the Daytona 500 comes around you will find me planted on a couch. I have a special love for the NASCAR...whatever, deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have been taking college classes since high school, I have yet to graduate, I have changed my major more times than I can count...all of this to say that I have a pretty intense fear of commitment. Also, I don't regret takin the scenic route, it has afforded me many a glorious experience and some life long friends.&lt;br /&gt;12. I don't have periphreal (is that how you spell it?) vision.&lt;br /&gt;13. I recently found a nest of grey hairs on my head I was bummed and excited all at once. I really want Emmylou Harris hair but I feel like 26 is a bit young.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am not into the Sun. That guy bums me out. I am all about the gloomy, foggy business...perhaps all my years in Long Beach scarred me. I also get terribly homesick so I am not sure that I would make it where the sun rarely shines.&lt;br /&gt;15. I can listen to anything Bonnie Prince Billy on repeat and never tire. I am still playing his last album in my car.&lt;br /&gt;16. I bite my nails to the quick. My dad says that it is not lady like. I blame him for the problem, next time we are in the same room together ask us to hold out our hands. We hung out a lot, habits rub off.&lt;br /&gt;17. I enjoy crafting but I am not that good at it which means that I have a box full of things that I have made which will never see the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love dandelions. They remind me of my Memo. She used to collect them on her walks and bring them home to me. She encouraged dreaming big. I blame her for my love of food and romantic idealism. Not bad. She is also my hero.&lt;br /&gt;19. I write letters and never send them for fear that the recipient will think I am lame. Another box full of things story...I'm a little lame.&lt;br /&gt;20. My favorite word is sporatic. I was in the Borders one day and the person behind the counter used it in a sentence, I was elated, I think I terrified him.&lt;br /&gt;21. I am a fan of hyperbole.&lt;br /&gt;22. I am also a fan of books, I read lots of them. That is not to say that I am smart, just someone who enjoys a night in with a book.&lt;br /&gt;23. My last name is hyphenated: Dominguez-Stevens. My brothers first name is hypenated: John-Michael. I guess my parents are into keeping things equal. Or they are indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;24. My Dad is the smartest person I know. Watching Jeopardy with him kind of bums me out.&lt;br /&gt;25. I am into nostalgia. For reals! Motor Oil, Nivea Body Cream, Bactine, Warming a Tortilla...all of these things sort of make me want to weep a bit. I am also extremely emotional. Happy tears. So many of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-697008164428039785?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/697008164428039785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=697008164428039785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/697008164428039785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/697008164428039785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8674952560450360183</id><published>2009-02-02T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:25:50.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am a crier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacramento is lovely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes are sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love things'/><title type='text'>Today was a good Sunday</title><content type='html'>My Sundays are generally ok. You see, I work for the church that I go to and that poses some problems-perhaps many of them are directly related to my Jesus hippie nature and my idealism. These are things that I need to work on. Onward-so today was pretty good. I had a smooth morning of work before stepping into church attendee mode and the transition back into work after the service was also fairly smooth. I came home to my house, quiet, very still but cozy. Made some lunch (bean burrito). Read some of my book. Took a nap. Woke up. Made coffee. Rode my new wheels to the Florences. We hung out for a few hours and I took a slow ride back home. It was about midnight (ish) and the streets were so quiet. I rode slowly, thinking. The things that I thought were these:&lt;br /&gt;1. Many a thing about my Dad. How I love hime and how my life is better for having him in it. Regret for being such an awful communicator. General sadness that I am not closer. Overall, good and warm things.&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends. How I am lucky to have the ones that I have. The joy from my friendships is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Should have brought my water bottle, I am thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;5. Where will I be in a year? Five?&lt;br /&gt;6. My BFF got engaged last night and here I am. I haven't been able to hug her or talk to her. I grew jealous of all the people who get to be there when I am not. In that moment I wanted to be back in Long Beach to stay.&lt;br /&gt;7. Then I got sad because I thought about how leaving Sacramento would suck.&lt;br /&gt;8. Then I was excited to have 2 places that I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish I were in my bed because it is cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a new fender for my bike. Made of beer cans. Check back for a picture. Its neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8674952560450360183?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8674952560450360183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8674952560450360183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8674952560450360183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8674952560450360183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-good-sunday.html' title='Today was a good Sunday'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6967392439754179053</id><published>2009-01-30T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:07:40.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time, I know. Nothing new happening to take up my time....well, I suppose that is a lie. I have fallen into the trap of vampire books. WHAT?! I am weak. I fought it for so many months but boredom set in and Targets 25% off the list price really got me. ugh. It's the Sookie Stackhouse series and I like it. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one Friday (yes, Friday) night as I sat on my bed reading the aforementioned vampire books I realized that I have some things to work on. Look at the combination of colors on my feet. I am 26 years old, I was sitting on my bed at 10pm on a Friday night reading vampire books...oh geez. Is there any hope? Maybe I need a new haircut or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SYQFXVgJTXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x2GlDVF2HCE/s1600-h/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297364960161647986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SYQFXVgJTXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x2GlDVF2HCE/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I drove home for the weekend 2 weeks ago, it was a very short trip but it was worth it. I got to see lots of family AND my brother bought me a bike for my birthday! It has become my primary form of transportation on this lil grid of mine. I LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SYQFXbOZOTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dOI1Gce1_cE/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297364961697806642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SYQFXbOZOTI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dOI1Gce1_cE/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come...I need to get back to my book and DVD, watching The Wire-it's real good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6967392439754179053?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6967392439754179053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6967392439754179053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6967392439754179053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6967392439754179053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SYQFXVgJTXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/x2GlDVF2HCE/s72-c/IMG_1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-9015313627328041097</id><published>2009-01-10T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:17:57.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the desert is real nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giant rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neat'/><title type='text'>Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did you know that when you Google image search &lt;em&gt;giant rock &lt;/em&gt;you get this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289931064757865586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWmcRrEyTHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SDWHdMgsgtg/s320/giantrock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Probably only interesting to the family since we have all spent our fair share of time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-9015313627328041097?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/9015313627328041097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=9015313627328041097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/9015313627328041097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/9015313627328041097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/01/google.html' title='Google'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWmcRrEyTHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SDWHdMgsgtg/s72-c/giantrock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8347593570765252781</id><published>2009-01-08T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:36:08.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one of these...real bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWZxpCyMwUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kR2Hy8KG38w/s1600-h/lion_rabbit_comparison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWZxpCyMwUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kR2Hy8KG38w/s320/lion_rabbit_comparison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289039762329223490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWZxoiYdLHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e_g6C8YNcHg/s1600-h/bunny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWZxoiYdLHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e_g6C8YNcHg/s320/bunny1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289039753631313010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are called Lionhead Bunnies. They get to about 3.5 lbs, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8347593570765252781?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8347593570765252781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8347593570765252781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8347593570765252781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8347593570765252781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-one-of-thesereal-bad.html' title='I want one of these...real bad!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWZxpCyMwUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kR2Hy8KG38w/s72-c/lion_rabbit_comparison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3259287981019674557</id><published>2009-01-05T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:37:35.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crispy christmas trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold fish are lame'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year...For Reals?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWKMqgSCDNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TtYNTCI6ExA/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWKMqgSCDNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TtYNTCI6ExA/s320/IMG_1029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287943574334344402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is here and I can't even believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWKMqR9AmyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gFNqlL1HgA4/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWKMqR9AmyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gFNqlL1HgA4/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287943570488072994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took down the lovely Christmas tree, this is what was left of it once we took the skeleton outside. She was ever so crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWKMqF_KoeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0B7Umpua4jU/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWKMqF_KoeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0B7Umpua4jU/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287943567275893218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, just before midnight on 12.31.08 Giddyup died. Well, that is when we discovered him. He was a good buddy while it lasted. Services were held at about 11pm on the eve of 2009 round the kitchen table. He requested that his remains be left at sea with all the big fish that he looked up to as role models. With a flush I made it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3259287981019674557?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3259287981019674557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3259287981019674557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3259287981019674557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3259287981019674557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-yearfor-reals.html' title='Happy New Year...For Reals?!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SWKMqgSCDNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TtYNTCI6ExA/s72-c/IMG_1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1771494558448247623</id><published>2008-12-15T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:50:20.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lights lights lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome baby jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love leaves'/><title type='text'>Leaves, Chill, Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbsI0sZO8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qYfE0R1e8Bg/s1600-h/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280167249466440642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbsI0sZO8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qYfE0R1e8Bg/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my second Christmas in Sacramento, first time ever decorating the porch. It is pretty wonderful in the black of night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbsIdkjn_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/ERbD8UWg4EE/s1600-h/IMG_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280167243259551730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbsIdkjn_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/ERbD8UWg4EE/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Courtney and I picked this tree from hundreds on a tree farm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Placerville&lt;/span&gt;. It's about ten feet tall and it smells just the way Christmas should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbr3EWy00I/AAAAAAAAAPk/MEk5etBS7rY/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280166944433165122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbr3EWy00I/AAAAAAAAAPk/MEk5etBS7rY/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glory of winter and the beauty of Fall met me this morning when I left the house, this is the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbr2tk7UFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/W-kk9sDjsJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280166938318426194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbr2tk7UFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/W-kk9sDjsJ8/s320/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I get to see as I walk to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1771494558448247623?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1771494558448247623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1771494558448247623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1771494558448247623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1771494558448247623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaves-chill-beauty.html' title='Leaves, Chill, Beauty'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUbsI0sZO8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/qYfE0R1e8Bg/s72-c/IMG_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-411879417442177824</id><published>2008-12-15T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:23:54.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silver bells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there is a ton of bad music in this world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgetful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copious christmas lights'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Forget Things on my Desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I forgot my camera cord on my desk at the office so I can't share with you the lovely photos of my home which was decorated only a few hours ago. Lame. Tomorrow for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's just after midnight and it is raining in Sacramento. The Fall leaves have coated the streets and sidewalks and it is gorgeous. I forgot about this time of year, one minute the sidewalks are clear and you go inside to grab a hammer and poof, leaves all around. I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My tummy is growling. Annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Courtney and I drove up to Apple Hill for the afternoon on Saturday to pick out and chop down our Christmas tree. After stopping for apple cider donuts we were directed to a cute little tree farm just up the road, it was there that we met John. John was a charming fellow who with his brute strength (whatever, a chainsaw) tore down our ten foot tall tree. One of the glorious things about living in an old Victorian is the high ceilings and therefore enormous Christmas tree. The tree is lovely, glowing and fragrant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I got home from work/church today Courtney and I finished up the house by adding lights to the front porch...it looks just perfect. I can't wait to show you pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In other news, here is the quick haps for my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. If I have to hear anymore Eric Hutchinson or Jason Mraz I am going to freak out! I might throw something at the television, I might stick a pen in my ear, I might curse-loudly who knows. It is as if MTV, VH1 and any pop radio want me to be miserable. Why do people make bad bad bad music? If you have an answer please, share it with me. Anything to ease the sting that is caused by the sound of the bad music. Please. If you know what is good for you you'll go buy The Welcome Wagon CD and listen to that instead of taking your chances with music that will cause violent outbursts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Butter Pecan ice cream from Gunthers is as close to heaven on a cold spoon as you will get. Come see me in Sacramento and I will purchase a scoop for you, any flavor, I am sure they are all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3.  Elf is a superb Christmas film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. The United States Postal Service is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Cuties are the most delicious of winter fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. I just finished a pretty good book, I am in need of a new one, can you help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love listening to rain fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-411879417442177824?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/411879417442177824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=411879417442177824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/411879417442177824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/411879417442177824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-forget-things-on-my-desk.html' title='Sometimes I Forget Things on my Desk'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1531443031540423562</id><published>2008-12-11T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:23.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lil smokies are the tops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingerbread cookies are yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas sweaters are not flattering'/><title type='text'>Yuletide Cheer Puked All Over My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUIV_AKHoOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GgATMAbHcfU/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUIV_AKHoOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GgATMAbHcfU/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278805885350027490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the 2nd Annual City Life Church Christmas Party. We were to wear ugly sweaters. I did. It was horrific. Bad. Suffice it to say that I felt like a frump. I don't have a photo available...yet. The party was potluck style. Highlights: Lil' Smokies IN A POOL of bbq sauce (thank you Dirksens), KFC bucket-o-chicken (muchas gracias Rich) and Lagunitas IPA secret stash (thank you to me). I ate many a smokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a really great quote from the Rev. the but I can't remember it right now...lame. I will search my notes from the staff meeting, I know I wrote it down. It was so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1531443031540423562?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1531443031540423562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1531443031540423562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1531443031540423562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1531443031540423562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/12/yuletide-cheer-puked-all-over-my-life.html' title='Yuletide Cheer Puked All Over My Life'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SUIV_AKHoOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GgATMAbHcfU/s72-c/IMG_0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8768062060517449718</id><published>2008-12-04T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:40:05.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ping ping should be my friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pushing daisies is better than that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snoop dogg is awesome'/><title type='text'>Things That Have Made or Broken My Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/STjZZKYJEqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QfcGuAb6MmM/s1600-h/ping+ping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/STjZZKYJEqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QfcGuAb6MmM/s320/ping+ping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276205989770105506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am made uncomfortable by short men...unless the short man is PING PING! He is 19 and is under 3 feet tall! WHAT?! I want to hang out with that guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/goLsVkMEq9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/goLsVkMEq9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoop Dogg was on Martha Stewart and it was great. I love the Snoop D-O-GG!! If it makes you as happy as it made me you should head over to the youtube.com watch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I found out that Pushing Daisies has been canceled. Are you effing kidding me? CANCELLED?! I L-O-V-E the Pushing Daisies. Listen friends, I am going to need you all to tune in to the show for the next few weeks to boost those ratings! I am jumping on the Save Pushing Daisies wagon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8768062060517449718?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8768062060517449718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8768062060517449718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8768062060517449718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8768062060517449718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-have-made-or-broken-my-week.html' title='Things That Have Made or Broken My Week'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/STjZZKYJEqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QfcGuAb6MmM/s72-c/ping+ping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1636387423659231695</id><published>2008-12-03T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:49:15.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from Home</title><content type='html'>I am back in Sacramento! Flew in last night after a week in sunny and warm Long Beach. I was thrilled to be able to wear a beanie and many layers however, sad to have left my family and friends...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy hanging out that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get even one picture...bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life gets back to normal here in Sacramento I am sure that I will have lots to share. For now I am so sleepy and a little overwhelmed with having to catch up on so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1636387423659231695?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1636387423659231695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1636387423659231695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1636387423659231695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1636387423659231695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-from-home.html' title='Home from Home'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4940197237692574016</id><published>2008-11-23T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:35:32.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes i forget things.'/><title type='text'>I am a liar...a liar who lies.</title><content type='html'>Remember how I said a post a day...well things got busy, I got lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4940197237692574016?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4940197237692574016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4940197237692574016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4940197237692574016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4940197237692574016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-liara-liar-who-lies.html' title='I am a liar...a liar who lies.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-2224090453495912963</id><published>2008-11-18T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:51:35.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massages chairs are way cooler than I thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><title type='text'>Today Was A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am using Firefox so I am having a difficult time figuring out how to move my pictures around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they shall be in reverse chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSPAl6-LN4I/AAAAAAAAALc/fwYcLl_1VNc/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSPAl6-LN4I/AAAAAAAAALc/fwYcLl_1VNc/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270267746671343490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After going to Bed Bath and Beyond and eating dinner at the Plum Blossom the 5 of us gathered at Joshua's to hang out. We watch old recordings of Damien Jurado and Pedro the Lion, it was a great night. It had been a long time since the five of us hung out so the night seemed just right. Life has been so busy that I had forgotten how much I love hanging out with my good friends, I was saddened to think about all the space that I have allowed to gather between us for no better reason than laziness. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSPAC4-dIuI/AAAAAAAAALM/tBvxxc20v1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSPAC4-dIuI/AAAAAAAAALM/tBvxxc20v1Q/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270267144840225506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSPCvqCVf5I/AAAAAAAAALk/bVwRVa4R29U/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSPCvqCVf5I/AAAAAAAAALk/bVwRVa4R29U/s320/IMG_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270270112947339154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Carol was shopping Courtney and I found some massage chairs...I chose the full back feature and it was pretty good, pretty pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-2224090453495912963?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/2224090453495912963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=2224090453495912963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2224090453495912963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2224090453495912963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-good-day.html' title='Today Was A Good Day'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSPAl6-LN4I/AAAAAAAAALc/fwYcLl_1VNc/s72-c/IMG_0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6569864048269835730</id><published>2008-11-17T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:08:27.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thats what she said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have the mind of a 12 year old boy'/><title type='text'>Also...</title><content type='html'>...so many 'that's what she said moments' during the staff meeting today. Next week I am keeping a tally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6569864048269835730?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6569864048269835730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6569864048269835730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6569864048269835730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6569864048269835730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/11/also.html' title='Also...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4872911033272426010</id><published>2008-11-17T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:06:37.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading makes me happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift stores are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moles are effing weird'/><title type='text'>A Post A Day Until I Get to Long Beach</title><content type='html'>I decided that I need to be better about posting things on this blog of mine so until I leave for Long Beach...A POST A DAY! This could be annoying or highly productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a few things to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yesterday there were two moles on my hand side by side, one a little lighter than the other but there were two. Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888609278120546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSJnxOHmUmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FEN5fVBxcl4/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2. I CANNOT find a book worth anything. I am annoyed. I love to read. I have nothing that is captivating. So I decided to try this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269889220069236162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSJoUxfjHcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0cedaPDqe4o/s320/IMG_0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;3. Best thrift store find EVER... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269889672023838802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSJovFJ7EFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/snXti00Yj0M/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4872911033272426010?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4872911033272426010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4872911033272426010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4872911033272426010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4872911033272426010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-day-until-i-get-to-long-beach.html' title='A Post A Day Until I Get to Long Beach'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SSJnxOHmUmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FEN5fVBxcl4/s72-c/IMG_0853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4268037658763331912</id><published>2008-11-16T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:47:41.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where has my mind gone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love long beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepy'/><title type='text'>I Have So Many Things to Say...BUT, I Can't Remember Any of Them.</title><content type='html'>Premature aging? Too much spacing out? So Many pots of coffee everyday? Not enough exercise? One too many powdered donettes? Vegging out in front of the TV watching Weeds for 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things could be the reason why I can't think of anything exciting to share with you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am severely homesick right now, I say that more often than I would like. I just miss so many people and so many things. Being that things in Sacramento are a little complicated right now I long even more for the comfort that is the familiarity of home. Work is good and annoying and frustrating but good, really good. Home is not the same without Sally but really great with Merril. I miss hanging out daily with Kevin and Carol but I am too socially retarded and sleepy to just stop in. I haven't gone to Temple in over a week....OH MY GOODNESS. Could it be that I have not had the proper cup of coffee? Maybe I will go to Temple tomorrow and get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the boys play last night at Old Ironsides and it was excellent! Chad fixed up Joshua's amp and it sounded so beautiful. The boys were in a spectacular mood, surrounded by friends and doing what they love. It was, dare I say it...the best show yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that article in the SN&amp;amp;R about my church/job we have had an influx of people, so church this morning after being up until 3a was a little difficult. I struggle still to find my place but the struggle is a welcome one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to seeing so many faces, so soon. I am sorry that I am sleepy and therefore lacking creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4268037658763331912?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4268037658763331912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4268037658763331912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4268037658763331912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4268037658763331912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-so-many-things-to-saybut-i-cant.html' title='I Have So Many Things to Say...BUT, I Can&apos;t Remember Any of Them.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-88987746900967285</id><published>2008-11-14T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:23:34.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Photo Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SR54RB-4CxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4Dt3UHs7yD8/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268780848055323410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SR54RB-4CxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4Dt3UHs7yD8/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sally's bachelorette party was a bachelorette day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hung out in Auburn and Grass Valley, Carol, Courtney and I experiemented with my cameras timer business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SR54QwUG27I/AAAAAAAAAKc/kB3WUtU1424/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268780843312536498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SR54QwUG27I/AAAAAAAAAKc/kB3WUtU1424/s320/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am exploring my facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SR54QvOximI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PKy_uwQ0mFU/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268780843021732450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SR54QvOximI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PKy_uwQ0mFU/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angry Annie's is my new favorite small town restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Any place that has Chili with a Cold One on the menu is my kind of place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to Rachel's blog I think I want to be an urban homesteader.&lt;br /&gt;Heck Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-88987746900967285?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/88987746900967285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=88987746900967285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/88987746900967285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/88987746900967285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-photo-update.html' title='A Quick Photo Update...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SR54RB-4CxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4Dt3UHs7yD8/s72-c/IMG_0793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3308671526048061632</id><published>2008-11-10T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:39:23.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally Got Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SRkKVnwFh3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/I7cqjixn-U8/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267252605750708082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SRkKVnwFh3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/I7cqjixn-U8/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wedding Party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267254685255280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SRkMOqgnJjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kWuzddeMaZ8/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were roomates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3308671526048061632?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3308671526048061632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3308671526048061632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3308671526048061632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3308671526048061632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/11/sally-got-married.html' title='Sally Got Married'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SRkKVnwFh3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/I7cqjixn-U8/s72-c/IMG_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8239828865971344235</id><published>2008-11-05T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:42:18.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have So Much to Share With You...</title><content type='html'>...but for now that is not as important as the first step to changing this world! Today I am far too distracted by the beauty and hope and encouragement that is President ELECT Barack OBAMA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jll5baCAaQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/Jll5baCAaQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8239828865971344235?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8239828865971344235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8239828865971344235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8239828865971344235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8239828865971344235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-so-much-to-share-with-you.html' title='I Have So Much to Share With You...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4666795469410931168</id><published>2008-10-30T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:19:46.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love pushing daisies. I watch it every week and I know that at the very same time my Dad is watching it so that, for whatever weird reason, makes me happy. Today, I got an email from him only minutes before the start. It made my otherwise lame day pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know who I am voting for. I am excited. Voting makes me happy, I get excited when I get to do it. I tend to stress out until the day of the election because generally I am still reading up on stuff and I can't make a decision. This year I'm ready, well kind of. I love Barack Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The youtube don't vote video made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to Half Moon Bay for Sally's bachelorette weekend...it is supposed to pour in Half Moon Bay...I am bummed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our new room mate will be moving in on the 10th, the 10th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am severely homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love honey crisp apples. The Trader Joe's has a 1.5lb bag for so few dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Temple. Come hang out with me in Sacramento and I will take you there, probably more than once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Ned and Chuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 ply toilet paper is amazing. Thank you Charmin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a tiny part of me that wants to do what is good for my body and cut back on coffee but the majority is winning, I go through about 1.5 lbs of coffee a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tis the effing season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our church was reviewed in the local News &amp;amp; Review...it bummed me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pumpkin beer makes me want to vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lagunitas IPA Maximus is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talking to Kate on the phone, if even for a moment, reminds me that everything is ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Webcams are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love buffalo sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And salt &amp;amp; vinegar chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have found another nest of grey hairs on my head. One step closer to Emmylou Harris hair. I have come to terms with premature aging and I am sort of into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be in Long Beach from Nov. 23rd - Dec. 2nd. Wanna hang out? email me, facebook me, myspace me, call me, write me...whatevs. I want to hang out with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4666795469410931168?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4666795469410931168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4666795469410931168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4666795469410931168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4666795469410931168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4194752847644489232</id><published>2008-10-27T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:10:32.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype?</title><content type='html'>So I just unpacked the web cam my mom gave me when I moved to Sacramento, downloaded Skype and I'm ready to chat: shan.littlemicrophones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4194752847644489232?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4194752847644489232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4194752847644489232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4194752847644489232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4194752847644489232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/skype.html' title='Skype?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-2616607066966504292</id><published>2008-10-23T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:46:31.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you watched this yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPsNi1k8Df4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPsNi1k8Df4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it load and forward to 2:16, it is so good. HILARIOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-2616607066966504292?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/2616607066966504292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=2616607066966504292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2616607066966504292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2616607066966504292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-watched-this-yet.html' title='Have you watched this yet?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-7894979561956033625</id><published>2008-10-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:12:59.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Staff Meeting...only moments ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I learned that Eric is unable to be productive for more than ten minutes without food or coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc thought a solution to the no fridge in the office problem would be to fill the microwave with ice instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fortune from Plum Blossom: The Chinese ancient civilization attracts you.&lt;br /&gt;That is not a fortune...what happened to fortunes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc ended the meeting with the 'whats up dog' joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no peach rings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-7894979561956033625?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/7894979561956033625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=7894979561956033625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7894979561956033625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont bum me out'/><title type='text'>For the love...</title><content type='html'>Have you bought the Bonnie Prince Billy CD yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love Fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4906263115928096905?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4906263115928096905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4906263115928096905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4906263115928096905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4906263115928096905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-love.html' title='For the love...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1705106008491834413</id><published>2008-10-15T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:44:46.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostaligia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was looking for the power cord to my electric stapler, yes I have an effing electric stapler. Well, it belongs to City Life and I am moving into the office. Anyhow, stapler. I opened box after box of crap and found nothing...I will prolly have to buy another power cord because I am a tard and put it somewhere 'safe'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Instead I found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old pictures that made me smile:&lt;/strong&gt; Memo and I, Memo and Mom, Tia Marta making tortillas that made me weep, NCC Youth circa '99?, House Church circa when it was only 4 or 5 of us...way back, Hutch, Mom and Askher....nostalgia is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes that made me laugh:&lt;/strong&gt; From people that I never ever see anymore but wish I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poems&lt;/strong&gt;: That I tried to write or loved to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was a good hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1705106008491834413?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1705106008491834413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1705106008491834413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1705106008491834413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1705106008491834413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/nostaligia.html' title='Nostaligia'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-2882978717948866873</id><published>2008-10-15T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:37:11.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad and The Ugly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today I woke up without a headache and the combonation of zyrtec and darvocet made today a pressure free day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had a productive day at the office, I think it is pretty neat that I have an office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had dinner with the roomates, it was lovely. I was saddened to think that Sally is leaving us soon (oops I guess that goes in another category).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I bought a CD on a whim and it is good: Raphael Saaquid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I ran into Phil and Joshua whilest out and about, I love working where I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I rode Carol's bike for my mode of transport all day. It was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Bad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Chapped lips and nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Farts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Opossums living in my back yard which terrify me when I take out the trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Clumpy 1/2 &amp;amp; 1/2 (I wanted just a drop in my tea).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cars that don't share the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Long distance family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Long Beach being 400 miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flaky nose skin (from the chapped nose).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swollen eye lids (from the allergies).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Road Kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A messy office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-2882978717948866873?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/2882978717948866873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=2882978717948866873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2882978717948866873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2882978717948866873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad and The Ugly...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1140988489849185043</id><published>2008-10-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:01:26.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love this song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bpb is so good'/><title type='text'>So good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcnFjSrJBm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcnFjSrJBm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a little bummed this eve then Joshua played the song and it helped. I think Bonnie Prince Billy can heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you bought the album yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1140988489849185043?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1140988489849185043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1140988489849185043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1140988489849185043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1140988489849185043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-good.html' title='So good!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-7614691630856978594</id><published>2008-10-08T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:26:30.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame lame lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is what I feel today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-7614691630856978594?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/7614691630856978594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=7614691630856978594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7614691630856978594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7614691630856978594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh-this-is-what-i-feel-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1167908262304931941</id><published>2008-10-07T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:58:33.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the road to being Emmylou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey hairs dont hurt when you pull them from your scalp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><title type='text'>Does grey mean I am old?</title><content type='html'>I guess I am not really opposed to being old. i am not even really opposed to being grey. The truth is that my dream is to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmylou&lt;/span&gt; Harris grey hair when I am up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why my heart jumps when I walk into the bathroom to put on my face and instead of day old mascara on my face I find a patch o grey. A EFFING PATCH. They are taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 is young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1167908262304931941?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1167908262304931941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1167908262304931941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1167908262304931941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1167908262304931941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-grey-mean-i-am-old.html' title='Does grey mean I am old?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-9141411635569052749</id><published>2008-10-06T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:20:39.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquitos can kiss it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='considering vinegar injections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owls and friends are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I swell'/><title type='text'>2 surprises and something LAME.</title><content type='html'>I decided a few weeks ago that I should stop carrying massive tote bags as purses. You see, I like to have so many things with me on my daily travels a book, journal, calendar, mini make up bag, lotion, wallet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, etc...things I love but do not need when at a show or running to the market. SO, I switched it up. Forked out $18.99 for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; purse big enough to hold a wallet, mini journal and lip gloss. I still stuff it tight so when I need that piece of paper that I wrote a friends number on a week ago I need to empty out the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; satchel....TODAY at the bottom of my purse I found 2 buttons. Owl buttons. I like owls. In fact I love them. How can I not? I mean, they swivel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; crazy heads all the way around, they have massive wing spans, they eat things whole, they like hanging out all night and they are real pretty. Whatever. The buttons made my life, in the midst of a day of painting they were little jewels at the bottom of my crap. I am still trying to figure out who put them there. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lame thing is this:&lt;br /&gt;I am writing on my porch right now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; are eating me. Isn't mosquito season over? These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;effers&lt;/span&gt; are massive, fat, massive hungry jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-9141411635569052749?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/9141411635569052749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=9141411635569052749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/9141411635569052749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/9141411635569052749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-surprises-and-something-lame.html' title='2 surprises and something LAME.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-7868138866127416053</id><published>2008-10-05T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:45:12.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to FREAK THE CRAP OUT!</title><content type='html'>Today: 60 degrees...I wore a cardigan and scarf all day. My cheeks were ever so chilly as I left the house for church this morning. I was happy and excited. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effing news tells me this:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 81&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 83&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fetal position weeping is in my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-7868138866127416053?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/7868138866127416053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=7868138866127416053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7868138866127416053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7868138866127416053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-going-to-freak-crap-out.html' title='I am going to FREAK THE CRAP OUT!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-942922456303828227</id><published>2008-10-04T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:09:39.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a moment that was so good you wanted to share it with the world? I have, I did. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gloom that we call Fall is here and I have been in a pretty amazing mood because of it. I was sitting outside at Temple the other day as little droplets began to fall from the sky...that moment was perfect. The wind was blowing my hair into my face and the sky was grey, my americano was the perfect temperature so I sat back for a second and allowed the water to hit my face. In the moment I remembered that life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked to the corner market to get some half anf half for Joshua's coffee. You see, today we decided was the perfect day to welcome back Saturday morning winter breakfast...this too was so good. As I walked back from the market a breeze reminded me that the season for bundling is just around the corner. I watched a man throw a ball for his dog to fetch, a group of folks wearing tye dye shirts were marching for some cause that holds a place in their heart and I was happy. I was walking back to a house that would be warm in temperature and ambiance, it would be full of people who have taught me that it will be ok and coffee would be ready to warm my insides. All in all my home as been warm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Southern California but I do not miss it's indefinable seasons. I miss the people who love me even though I am crazy and idealistic and indecisive. I miss it's warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this video changed my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpwgYsYWwdc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpwgYsYWwdc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-942922456303828227?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/942922456303828227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=942922456303828227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/942922456303828227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/942922456303828227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-5410380812060790202</id><published>2008-10-03T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:50:51.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love temple coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being home alone is terrifying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my roomates hate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonment'/><title type='text'>sad, so so sad</title><content type='html'>I just got home from the boys show in Davis....my house is empty. My roomates have abandoned me 1 for New York and the other for Cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, alone with my glass of water and popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brighter news: The office should be done tomorrow! I worked at Temple for 4 hours today, I will miss hanging out there everyday! That place is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-5410380812060790202?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/5410380812060790202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=5410380812060790202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5410380812060790202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5410380812060790202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-so-so-sad.html' title='sad, so so sad'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3925003059598444580</id><published>2008-10-02T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:02:20.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Glad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIHuk2gwOSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIHuk2gwOSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't my favorite song off of the album however, it is in the top 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie 'Prince' Billy&lt;br /&gt;Lie Down in the Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY IT BUY IT BUY IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3925003059598444580?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3925003059598444580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3925003059598444580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3925003059598444580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3925003059598444580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-glad.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Glad'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-815431553155619455</id><published>2008-10-02T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:47:34.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Questions...</title><content type='html'>1. Why did Jim &amp;amp; Pam get engaged? This bums me out. I committed to 4 weeks without casting final judgement but I will have you know that I am sad. In other news: I love Andy Bernard and I am glad that Dwight is back to AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;2. If I move to Baltimore will Geof from Ace of Cakes marry me? I love him.&lt;br /&gt;3. Why is The Shack such a bummer? I am on chapter 15 now and I kind of want to freak out. I mean all the hype screwed me up. I was expecting it to be awesome. It is taking me soooo long to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why would anyone want to quit drinking coffee? I feel that that decision is lame.&lt;br /&gt;5. Why is Bonnie 'Prince' Billy so awesome and how might I trap him in my home to sing me songs all the live long day? I went to his show in Big Sur this last weekend and it was life changing. BUY HIS NEW ALBUM NOW! Listen to #4 (?, the mole song) and tell me what you think. It changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you read Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close yet? I am reading it again (I think this is going on 12ish times) and it is realy phenomenal. READ IT IMMEDIATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-815431553155619455?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/815431553155619455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=815431553155619455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/815431553155619455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/815431553155619455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-questions.html' title='A Few Questions...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-5263654668707336560</id><published>2008-10-02T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:45:00.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turn the AC off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family warms my effing heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love leaves'/><title type='text'>WELCOME FALL...I have been waiting for you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fall is here! Last night my knees pained me, I was uncomfortable and achy and annoyed until I realized what that pained meant...FALL! Cold, cozy, rainy, lets-drink-hot-drinks Fall is here. My knees are super at letting me know when the seasons are changing to cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just got back from a really great show in Davis. The boys played on campus and it was super. Sounded good, felt good! They are doing so well and my heart is warmed at the thought of their sucess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Things have been really busy lately. When I get home from a day of work I just want to curl up in bed and sleep for so many hours. We recently rented an office and I took on the job of making it into a worakble environment. This means painting and shopping and setting up and in the end-10 hour days. It also means that I neglect my friends and family, I havent talked to my Dad since I was home 3 weeks ago and that makes me sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Of all the people in Long Beach it is my dad that I miss the most. The truth is that I talk to everyone else, I stay in the loop but with my Dad its a little different. Our greatest and most valuable moments happen in eachothers presence over a meal or in the yard during the race or just in silence and the world happens around us. I used to think that long moments of silence are weird but as I have grown older I realize that there is something special between people when periods of silence are a blessing. I was recently asked about my family by a newcomer in town...that is such a great topic for me. When asked by a stranger what my family is like I am reminded of what great people they are, I mean you never tell a stranger about the things that annoy you. Instead all the great things come out and this is what I had to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The truth that my Dad is the most honorable man that I know. He is selfless and quiet but strong. My Dad is an amazing person and I think of that just about everyday and I am in awe. He is much like his father and his father was an incredible man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My mom is the most generous person in my life, it is from her that I learned the joy of giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My brother is a jerk...just kidding. Truly JM is my favorite, he is young (not that I am at all old or wise) and he is a boy so he does stupid stuff, he makes stupid choices and those things make me crazy but he is amazing. He loves me even if I am lame. He is my guardian. I feel safe and loved and okay knowing that he is just a phone call away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My uncle Dave is the kindest person that I know. He carries with him a peace that I love, he is the shirt off of his back kind of man. My Poppy left with Dave the spirit of kindness and gentleness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I talk about my Memo often, about how she changed my life. How if I am just a tiny speck of who she was I think I am ok. If I endeavor to be like any one person, it is she. She is my hero and I am lucky to have known my hero so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Family is important to me and I am sad to be so far away from them. I miss them terribly but my life here is good. These people take care of me. Things are good right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but I am eager to be home for the holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-5263654668707336560?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/5263654668707336560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=5263654668707336560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5263654668707336560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5263654668707336560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-falli-have-been-waiting-for-you.html' title='WELCOME FALL...I have been waiting for you!!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3579970604315236436</id><published>2008-09-17T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:06:42.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>I decided (with a little push and shove from Lisa) to open an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; account. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;.com is a website that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt; can use to post their handiwork. Lately I have had a little extra time so I have decided to make various patches and journal covers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; cases and etc etc. I only have 3 items on the site now because I get ultra bored during the posting process but I swear to get more up there soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlemicrophones.etsy.com/"&gt;www.littlemicrophones.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a friend and want any items just let me know and I will hook you up with cheaper shipping costs if at all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3579970604315236436?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3579970604315236436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3579970604315236436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3579970604315236436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3579970604315236436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-2937396903799588868</id><published>2008-09-07T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:59:57.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery</title><content type='html'>I am still trying to recover from the crazy experiment of The Timothy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Project&lt;/span&gt;. Pulling an all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; is tough...especially when responsible for 25 high school students who are either hopped up on sugar or making out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; new love. It was long, it was exhausting but in the end I think it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I am fully recouped I will tell all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-2937396903799588868?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/2937396903799588868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=2937396903799588868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2937396903799588868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2937396903799588868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/09/recovery.html' title='Recovery'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1874783014823881110</id><published>2008-09-03T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:49:24.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clover coffee is effing delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extreme happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changing'/><title type='text'>Kate was here and I was pretty pretty jazzed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69FjhEsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/COFYpgzn9Zo/s1600-h/coffee1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241834919436792610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69FjhEsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/COFYpgzn9Zo/s320/coffee1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69F-wNHyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Bi2v4XdBG_c/s1600-h/coffee2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241834926748016418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69F-wNHyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Bi2v4XdBG_c/s320/coffee2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69GHaZPQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hJc7Vcdp35M/s1600-h/coffee3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241834929072454914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69GHaZPQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hJc7Vcdp35M/s320/coffee3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69GfYG-lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/A245pZHs8nI/s1600-h/coffee4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241834935505320530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69GfYG-lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/A245pZHs8nI/s320/coffee4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kate came up to Sacramento last week it was a birthday gift to herself and a life saver for me. I has been pretty busy with things, preparing for camp and getting things together for work all following a busy few weeks before the wedding so by the time she came into town I was ready to hang out. Although we stayed really active the whole time it was really relaxing to just be. Having her around really makes my life, I am so incredibly blessed by our friendship I love being able to just hang out without any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expectation&lt;/span&gt; of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kate picked the perfect time to hang out in blazing hot Sacramento because the boys had a show in the city during her visit. We packed up the T-bird with awesome people and spent the day hanging out in the city and ended with the boys first show featuring a full band. It was super! I had only one thing that I wanted to accomplish during this visit-find and drink a cup of clover coffee. The above photos will show you the joy that took over my entire body at the thought and taste. IF ever you have the chance to buy a $4 cup of clover coffee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think twice, just do it...it will change your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; got a photo of us all dressed up (its a little blurry). She had purchased her dress for a wedding and I decided to join her in the adventures of being a lady on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241837801197086514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL6_tS6RJzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8XxoE228zwM/s320/kateshan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1874783014823881110?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1874783014823881110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1874783014823881110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1874783014823881110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1874783014823881110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/09/kate-was-here-and-i-was-pretty-pretty.html' title='Kate was here and I was pretty pretty jazzed'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL69FjhEsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/COFYpgzn9Zo/s72-c/coffee1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-7695253546132941439</id><published>2008-08-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:36:03.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I should be doing right now is the piles of laundry that are accumulating dust on my bedroom floor or maybe reading a book or even more productive, preparing things for camp but no it is way cooler to hang out on my bed and post about being lazy and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So August 16th was Kevin and Carol's wedding...I didn't get many pictures but I stole a few from others to share with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240527487893816754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SLoX_BeUxbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5fyCaz0535o/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Courtney and I decided to take some self portraits whilest walking to the ceremony site.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240527494940842194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SLoX_bud2NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0UwopH6UMF4/s320/bridesmaids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have never been part of a wedding party so I had no clue just how time consuming all the pre wedding photos are...it was SO SO SO hot and we were trying our best not to sweat and ruin our newly done hair and makeup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240527492474002322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SLoX_SiU25I/AAAAAAAAAIk/lccpc7ikM50/s320/wedding+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The entire wedding party including the newly named Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Kevin Florence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have not been to many weddings however, this will top them all I am sure. Kevin and Carol had such a beautiful ceremony! They chose the vows out of Ruth Chapter 1, it was truly amazing. I am so so so happy for them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-7695253546132941439?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/7695253546132941439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=7695253546132941439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7695253546132941439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7695253546132941439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-long-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long long time'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SLoX_BeUxbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5fyCaz0535o/s72-c/IMG_0640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4058364883518312971</id><published>2008-08-05T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:32:22.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I mean seriously?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really'/><title type='text'>Also...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJgBuM7uY1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0CWB7LWguPM/s1600-h/big-bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230932860448170834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJgBuM7uY1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0CWB7LWguPM/s320/big-bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJgBubuLL8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PheyEjhR6wI/s1600-h/mantis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230932864417869762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJgBubuLL8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PheyEjhR6wI/s320/mantis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are pygmy animals, I thought, there must be oversized animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I freaked out because life (with the assistance of google) is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4058364883518312971?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4058364883518312971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4058364883518312971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4058364883518312971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4058364883518312971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/08/also.html' title='Also...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJgBuM7uY1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0CWB7LWguPM/s72-c/big-bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4066153394312259431</id><published>2008-08-05T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:22:13.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why is god so good at making things?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make me want to freak out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaking awesome animals'/><title type='text'>I Love Pygmy Animals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJf-9qyqd2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0E_b-IST8kQ/s1600-h/pygmy_owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230929827626383202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJf-9qyqd2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0E_b-IST8kQ/s320/pygmy_owl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet the pygmy owl...where might I purchase one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJf-9wdKedI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q9w0XTFEank/s1600-h/pygmyhedgehog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230929829146819026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJf-9wdKedI/AAAAAAAAAH8/q9w0XTFEank/s320/pygmyhedgehog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, one of these...the pygmy African hedgehog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJf--hXBf2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PAfz3oiXHho/s1600-h/another_tiny_monkey%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230929842274402146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJf--hXBf2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PAfz3oiXHho/s320/another_tiny_monkey%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and last but certianly not least, the pygmy teeny tiny monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you google, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4066153394312259431?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4066153394312259431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4066153394312259431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4066153394312259431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4066153394312259431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-pygmy-animals.html' title='I Love Pygmy Animals!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SJf-9qyqd2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0E_b-IST8kQ/s72-c/pygmy_owl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4558751547456764247</id><published>2008-08-04T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:23:41.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh crap there are super sweet people left on this planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep is good...i think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee makes me so happy'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Meet and Spend Time with Really Great People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So today was quite a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went to bed at 5:30 this morning (Sunday, not Monday, I know its confusing) because I am crazy. Also, nocturnal. The bummer is that I had to be up at 7:15 am because Marc is out of town and Sunday set-up was my project. So, after roughly 2 hours of sleep I got out of bed and made coffee, took a shower and got ready for my morning which was sure to be long and quite possibly annoying. You see, I work for a oh so tiny church plant here in mid-town where about 25 people worship regularly. Because of our age and size we are renting a local community theatre so we have to set up and tear down, well, I and maybe one or two others have to set up and tear down. Since Marc is out of town a little extra responsibility lies in my hands. Anyhow, I got to church and things were going smooth. All of my help showed up on time, things were good to go...not without the normal projector issues...the guest preacher arrived just in time, I had a big cup of coffee and 2 shortbread cookies ready to help me conquer my morning. Luckily the sermon was really captivating and I never dozed off, not even once. I ended up going to lunch with some folks and &lt;/span&gt;didn't&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; get home until about 2:30 pm. By this time I was sort of loopy and needed a nap so by 3 o'clock I was curled up under the comfort of my fan and blanket ready to loose at least 2 hours to a much needed time of rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I woke up to a full house: Sally, Phil, Carol &amp;amp; Courtney (the boys, sadly, are still on tour). The girls and I had plans to meet up with &lt;/span&gt;Merril&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; who we met through...well to keep you from being confused, we met her through the boys record label owner. She is the sweetest. We had a lovely evening eating Zelda's pizza, drinking wine and later coffee and just talking about everything that we could possibly fit in. It has been really nice getting to know her a little bit every time the boys have a show and we are all really excited to hang out with her before she takes off to Italy...yes, Italy! She is a really refreshing reminder that there are really good and genuine people in the world who love just meetings others and talking about whatever happens to come up. It was such a good night, I nice wrap up to my weekend of solitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did I mention that the girls abandoned me this weekend for &lt;/span&gt;Oakhurst&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; but since I have to work on Sundays I could not go? It was so sad but it also brought me some good times. I think that my time alone helped me to gather my thoughts a little bit, it was so sad but in the long run I think that it was more helpful than not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Also, my friend the dove had her babies and they have flown away :( What is the gestation period for a dove? I feel like those kids were eggs then &lt;/span&gt;adolescents&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; in a matter of weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel like I should try to get some sleep tonight since I have a long day (a long week for that matter) ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I still want to go home but I am glad that my weekend wasn't as awful as I thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4558751547456764247?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4558751547456764247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4558751547456764247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4558751547456764247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4558751547456764247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-meet-and-spend-time-with.html' title='Sometimes I Meet and Spend Time with Really Great People'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-359800854078035318</id><published>2008-08-03T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:27:52.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Feel Like A Bad Person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe I am a bad person, maybe I am not really good at loving people, maybe I am not good at being selfless. Perhaps there are times when I cannot get outside of the negative world that I have created in my head. The truth is that I lived for a very long time disliking people, thinking that everyone was lame and none of those lame-o's understood how hard it was to be me. Luckily, I abandoned the angst shortly after high school and I came to realize that life is not all about me and how sorry for myself I can feel. I think what happened is that I found grace and I learned how to love, I learned that reciprocity is important and conditions are lame. Somehow from the angst to the grace I think I may have lost my backbone. I think I lost my ability to stand up for myself and speak up when people hurt me. I would so much rather take peoples crap if it means that they will be okay than speak up and protect my emotional stability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am saying so little with so many words right now...it is ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All of the aforementioned fluff is to say that lately I have felt used, under appreciated and tired. I don't fell like I am a person who does things to be thanked. In fact, I would much rather be a wallflower than be noticed but lately I feel very invisible. I am not sure how to describe it, I am not sure if it makes me a bad person when I say like I feel sort of stepped on. I have lived most of my life unnoticed, feeling so very invisible (there are exceptions of course) so when I feel used I just want to freak the hell out. Anyhow, the way I deal with this feeling is I turn myself off. It's kind of a talent or the worst quality ever. I just sort of turn off my emotions, I turn into a bit of a zombie. I don't engage people. I flip a tiny switch in my heart and I go cold. It's terrible. It is the worst way to live and I am so tired of it. I am not sure how to fix myself, I was advised to talk to the people who hurt me, let them know that I am saddened by their actions or lack thereof. That scares me. That sort of confrontation makes me die inside, I don't want to upset my friends. Perhaps these friends will read this and then I will have no choice-luckily I don't share my blog with many people. Is it wrong to love the people in your life so much that you sacrifice yourself to the point of mild meltdowns in order to afford them as much happiness as possible? Yes, it is. What do I do now? Grow a pair? Deal with it? Run into the shelter of solitude? What I am realizing about myself is that I am not a very good friend and perhaps I am a bad person. POOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Also, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-359800854078035318?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/359800854078035318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=359800854078035318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/359800854078035318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/359800854078035318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-feel-like-bad-person.html' title='Sometimes I Feel Like A Bad Person...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-5206853408987566352</id><published>2008-08-01T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:54:29.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am over it...</title><content type='html'>...I want to go home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-5206853408987566352?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/5206853408987566352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=5206853408987566352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5206853408987566352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5206853408987566352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-over-it.html' title='I am over it...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8062908406354067382</id><published>2008-07-31T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:40:22.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I drove out to try and sell some of my old clothes to a used clothing store, it was mildly successful. In exchange for a couple t-shirts and an old pair or jeans I purchased a cute tote bag, I don't need anymore tote bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhow, on my way home I was so starving so I decided that it would be okay to drive thru. You see, I rarely eat fast food anymore and I only ever steal lil sips of soda from people but for whatever reason today the memory of french fries and a coke from the golden arches was too delicious to fight. So I ordered the southern chicken sandwich combo...this was the worst decision of my week! For only $5.38 you too can feel like you just drank a bottle of grease, would you like to know what artery clogging feels like, Mc Donalds will surely help you figure that one out. Right now I am sitting rather uncomfortably at my kitchen table with a jug of water warning you about the perils of fast food as I try to wash away the grease that is lining the inside of my mouth. If only grease were water soluble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8062908406354067382?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8062908406354067382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8062908406354067382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8062908406354067382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8062908406354067382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3105687136280607548</id><published>2008-07-24T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:07:22.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick and inexpensive way to make your tastebuds so happy.</title><content type='html'>Purchase (immediately) Tostitos brand multigrain tortilla chips, also your favorite salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the couch and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a meal out of this the other night, I have a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3105687136280607548?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3105687136280607548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3105687136280607548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3105687136280607548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3105687136280607548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-and-inexpensive-way-to-make-your.html' title='A quick and inexpensive way to make your tastebuds so happy.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1208689262412448025</id><published>2008-07-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:16:43.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Feel Like A Grandma...</title><content type='html'>...the boys are featured in another article. It is definitely worth reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.209vibe.com/articles/view/269"&gt;http://www.209vibe.com/articles/view/269&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1208689262412448025?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1208689262412448025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1208689262412448025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1208689262412448025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1208689262412448025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-i-feel-like-grandma.html' title='Sometimes I Feel Like A Grandma...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4035448379850119612</id><published>2008-07-20T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:10:37.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just realized that my life has become a series of glorious events. Everyday is full of so many things that I love to do, full of people that I love to see. I am almost constantly in the presence of one or more people that I love with every speckle of my being. As of late the presence of the boys and ladies has been so frequent that all I can do is glow. The intense Sacramento heat has made our home a prime location for marinating in the warmth of family, it is for this reason that I wonder if I truly hate the heat. Do I really want summer to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the company of my friends however, I also love to have moments of time that belong just to me. I value little sprinkles of solitude through out my day, this is the time I use to gather my thoughts, the time that is spent being grateful and excited for what is and what will be. My favorite moments of solitude generally happen on my porch at the end of my work day. From the comfort of a ten dollar Adirondack chair I position myself in such a way that the railing doubles as an ottoman. I often bring along with me a beer, my journal and my current read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225018332269709602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SIL-fWfXCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a3wr2pTDcAw/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Relaxing as my music plays and the cool summer breeze blows in the evening is fantastic. Recently I have had company, a dove decided to build her nest only steps from where I sit. For whatever reason her presence is calming, she sits very quietly warming her babies as I await the arrival of one of the boys or ladies. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225019402547965346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SIL_dpllLaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/V6LBc__b4WI/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life is good right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today we had the pleasure of hanging out as ladies with Carol and her family...bridal shower style. We decided to fancy up a bit for the event...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225020062470807794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SIMAED_coPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-3YgDuzYY7M/s320/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Courtney, Me, Carol and Sally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I never wear dresses so I felt rather awkward but wedding season has arrived so I better get used to it. More on all of that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;xo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4035448379850119612?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4035448379850119612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4035448379850119612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4035448379850119612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4035448379850119612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-times.html' title='Super times'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SIL-fWfXCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a3wr2pTDcAw/s72-c/IMG_0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-2874791247813902143</id><published>2008-07-14T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:19:54.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty Good</title><content type='html'>Coming home for the boys CD release show! This makes my life. Also, it is no longer 100 degrees in Sacramento so things are looking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-2874791247813902143?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/2874791247813902143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=2874791247813902143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2874791247813902143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2874791247813902143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretty-pretty-good.html' title='Pretty Pretty Good'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8779994596707315061</id><published>2008-07-12T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:21:16.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many tears</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I am going to be in Long Beach for The Timothy Project when the boys play thier CD release show with DAMIEN JURADO!! I am freaking out, seriously. There is absolutely nothing that I can do to get home early enough to be here...nothing! The last plane takes off at 4:20 and the chapel service is not done until that time-ish. Crying, so sad I have welled up. Ugh! I am bummed...so so bummed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8779994596707315061?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8779994596707315061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8779994596707315061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8779994596707315061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8779994596707315061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-many-tears.html' title='So many tears'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3433025230412155233</id><published>2008-07-08T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:52:42.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprox. 150 degrees in the shade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It has been such a long time since I have shared anything...oops! The truth is that I have been awful and taking photos and life has been kind of a roller coaster lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am back in Sacramento after a teaser of a trip home. I was there for 3 days, one of which was 4th of July so I was with the family all day. It was really nice to see everyone, the nostalgia that floats around the annual 4th of July BBQ is insane! I love it. We spent the day eating the fine Hernandez cuisine and drinking either beer or the classic beer and clamato mixture, oh the joy of Mexicanity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The other two days were spent spending as much time as possible with my Long Beach family. Going home is so bittersweet because seeing everyone is so great but leaving is almost painful, the same is true for Sacramento so I am in quite a pickle. I also got to hang out with Kate, one of the major joys of my visits home but since Steve is in the hospital our time was limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was severely bummed when I left Sacramento because I was under the impression that the boys were going to have their listening party on one of the days that I was gone (they recently finished recording their full length album) BUT I was surprised to come home to a full house and Kevin inserting the &lt;em&gt;Your Ghost Fits My Skin&lt;/em&gt; CD! It made coming home so much better. Also, the album is super so be prepared to purchase it sometime in September!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Work is good. Life is good. The problem is this: It is so so so hot here therefore I never want to leave my house. I fear that this heat may turn me into a hermit...no good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lastly, my 24 hour fitness membership however embarrassing is paying off 71 lbs lost since July of last year. I kind of want to do a before and after photo but I was never that into photos so I dont think I have any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3433025230412155233?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3433025230412155233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3433025230412155233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3433025230412155233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3433025230412155233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/07/aprox-150-degrees-in-shade.html' title='Aprox. 150 degrees in the shade...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-417060956864744016</id><published>2008-06-24T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:08:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Pod...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SGFiJtICB3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tupK2qU6uQ0/s1600-h/podband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SGFiJtICB3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tupK2qU6uQ0/s320/podband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215557762343372658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...minus Elizabeth, she was behind the lens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-417060956864744016?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/417060956864744016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=417060956864744016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/417060956864744016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/417060956864744016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/06/meet-pod.html' title='Meet the Pod...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SGFiJtICB3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tupK2qU6uQ0/s72-c/podband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-7464043637972106242</id><published>2008-06-18T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:28:52.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fingers are red and they smell like horse poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alluring right? The hemp twine that is wrapped around the boys cd smells of maure and the scarlett dye used to make it so beautiful only amplifies the smell so when I scratch my nose because I live in Sacramento where allergies are a real b word I also gag...how long will this last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-7464043637972106242?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/7464043637972106242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=7464043637972106242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7464043637972106242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/7464043637972106242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-fingers-are-red-and-they-smell-like.html' title='My fingers are red and they smell like horse poop'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-2520334474605177119</id><published>2008-06-16T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:09:32.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update or Whatever</title><content type='html'>So Marc was ok to preach. I was pretty glad that I didn't have to run around like a mad woman organizing a last minute worship service but mildly bummed that I had stayed up until 2am preparing everything just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pod that I have been leading for 19 weeks now is over next week and that is kind of exciting. We have spent what will be the last 20 weeks reading through &lt;em&gt;Blue Like Jazz, &lt;/em&gt;a book that has stretched me and taught me quite a bit about myself and my relationship with Christ. Our small group (5: Elizabeth, Tim, Jason, Lori and I) started out as strangers and now we are friends, concerned with what happens to one another, eager to hang out and excited to have a common thread on Sunday mornings. We will likely take a break for a couple weeks before we get started on the new book (Henri Nouwen's &lt;em&gt;Reaching Out&lt;/em&gt;)...I am excited for what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading &lt;em&gt;The Irresistible Revolution&lt;/em&gt; by Shane Claiborne for what I think must be the fifth time and once again I am all twisted up. The book is so good. It has me thinking quite a bit about what my role in the Body is. Why is it that God has me in Sacramento? I am so full of ideas and questions and excitement about what could be but at the same time I am frustrated that City Life Church isn't really at a place that allows me to minister in the ways that I am most passionate about. Then again I am no longer in North Long Beach so the issues are very different and maybe if I searched and prayed long enough I would be lead to another passion...Midtown/Downtown is not void of its issues.&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself being quite frustrated with the body at large lately. Much like the frustrations that I had when I left New City. I am at a place where I am annoyed with the people who leave the community to worship, move to a more comfortable place to live, ignore the injustice on the street. Yet at the same time I am convicted of my laziness and my passivity, I haven't been completely active in making a difference. I have my friends that I pass on the street everyday Reggie who needs a meal once in a while or Rebecca who I hang out with at the gym and the coffee shop but that seems like so little. In moving to Sacramento I think that I lost my spunk for speaking out against the laziness of the church; I have become far to passive. I am annoyed with myself and with the churches desire to help only when it is comfortable....sounds like I am back to where I was a few years ago. I think that it is a good place to be, it is a place that causes me to think and draw nearer to the heart of God but it is also a lonely place as I feel quite misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I long for what will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-2520334474605177119?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/2520334474605177119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=2520334474605177119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2520334474605177119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2520334474605177119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-or-whatever.html' title='An Update or Whatever'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4436377093577464760</id><published>2008-06-14T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:08:01.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 11 p.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am working. WORKING! Also, it is Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, when you are a pastor's assistant and the pastor falls ill the night before Sunday morning worship you are stuck making a whole new power point presentation. The great news is that all of this work might not be necessary because he could (if my sanity of worth anything) feel just fine in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would much rather be reading a book on my porch, whilest drinking a cup of coffee and listening to Otis Redding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not bitter, just a lil bummed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4436377093577464760?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4436377093577464760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4436377093577464760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4436377093577464760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4436377093577464760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-11-pm.html' title='It&apos;s 11 p.m.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-5261646408490120035</id><published>2008-06-12T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:45:24.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>I am feeling quite guilty for neglecting this space. It is not that I don't have anything to share, there are plenty of little things that make me happy every day. I suppose it is just that I have lost a bit of creative energy...not that I had any to begin with. So, I will turn my life into a bullet pointed list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the VerWys family blog tonight to find some lovely photos of thier beautiful boys AND a playlist...I stole that idea and made my own, hopefully you are listening to it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had my first visit to a wine bar. You see, I have decided recently that I should branch out into the wide wide world of alcohol. I like wine very much I am just terrible at knowing what to buy and how to drink it so this trip was very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are recording thier album so soon and I am so excited for them. Friends, the new songs are so wonderful!!! I can't wait for you to hear them. (In the meantime you should probably buy thier EP off of iTunes or CD Baby! It is guaranteed to melt your heart and if it doesnt I will eat a chocolate bar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate blue (or is it bleu) cheese. Tonight I ate blue cheese and it wasn't so bad...WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video of the 3 year old explaining start wars (on you tube) makes my life. Charlie but my finger is the cherry on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-5261646408490120035?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/5261646408490120035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=5261646408490120035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5261646408490120035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5261646408490120035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/06/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8396508660475466507</id><published>2008-06-05T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:54:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have nothing even remotely interesting to share with anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My days are spent drinking coffee, journaling about things that I am still trying to figure out after the Urban Youth Workers conference, reading, and researching Obama and McCain...you'd think there would be something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess there are things, just nothing that I am too eager to share just yet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8396508660475466507?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8396508660475466507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8396508660475466507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8396508660475466507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8396508660475466507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/06/what.html' title='What the?!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6404794042557801755</id><published>2008-05-29T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:46:14.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am in love...</title><content type='html'>with LOST! I want to watch it every every every moment of every day. I want to help Jack see that everything is ok, or at least it will be when we live happily ever after. I want to save Jin. I want to get "high-ya!"-karate-I'll-break-your-face-with-my-pinky lessons from Sayid. I want to punch Ben in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever so what if I need an intervention?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6404794042557801755?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6404794042557801755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6404794042557801755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6404794042557801755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6404794042557801755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-i-am-in-love.html' title='I think I am in love...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-2736753031145311244</id><published>2008-05-19T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:21:50.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia, Good Food and Family</title><content type='html'>I thought I might have something exciting to say, something to make you laugh or smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Long Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heyboer's were in town for the UYWI conference and it was amazing! Saying goodbye broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in Sacramento on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I am dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-2736753031145311244?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/2736753031145311244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=2736753031145311244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2736753031145311244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/2736753031145311244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/05/nostalgia-good-food-and-family.html' title='Nostalgia, Good Food and Family'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-5700455181565788632</id><published>2008-05-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:57:39.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Would you still hang out with me if I pulled out all my hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;xo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-5700455181565788632?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/5700455181565788632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=5700455181565788632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5700455181565788632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5700455181565788632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='Friends:'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-6316587612095756822</id><published>2008-05-01T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:16:30.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Bio Psych,</title><content type='html'>you have sucked the life out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of you my curls have fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dark circles under my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put too much bronzer on one cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my 4th americano and i cant feel a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-6316587612095756822?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/6316587612095756822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=6316587612095756822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6316587612095756822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/6316587612095756822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/05/dearest-bio-psych.html' title='Dearest Bio Psych,'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8685737493324944047</id><published>2008-04-28T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:51:36.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved it so much I cried....like a baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SBWAiT7gqqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h10Ie_wrjYE/s1600-h/SilverDarling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194199072195521186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SBWAiT7gqqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h10Ie_wrjYE/s320/SilverDarling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am using the picture above without the permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;of the greatest boys in all of Sacramento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Those boys with their smiling faces made a couple of ladies weep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Boys just don't get it, ladies need warning if heart melting and warming is planned because we need to apply waterproof mascara. Runny blackest black is just no good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We get a call from Kevin and a push from Carol to head over to Joshua's house and when we get there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3 nervous boys played us a song that they wrote for us only hours before and it goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"They're our second story angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and we're three boys that need to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;they'll fold us on the table &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and wrap our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;with twine..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That is only the chorus, there is more but for now it's only ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And to top it off, as of the words weren't enough, the song was beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8685737493324944047?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8685737493324944047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8685737493324944047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8685737493324944047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8685737493324944047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-loved-it-so-much-i-criedlike-baby.html' title='I loved it so much I cried....like a baby.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SBWAiT7gqqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h10Ie_wrjYE/s72-c/SilverDarling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-8429373434716591051</id><published>2008-04-28T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:41:53.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Drinkin' Drinkin' Drinkin' Drinkin' Coca Coca Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am not drinkin' coca cola in fact, I haven't had a soda in 2 1/2 weeks. You read that right the girl who once drank a six pack of the good old DP is done with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, so maybe not done forever but I do only allow myself one soda a week and I haven't taken advantage of it in a couple weeks...instead I drink 5-6 americanos a day, whatever man get off my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did I title my blog as such? If you don't know it sucks for you! That is a line from what is sure to be the anthem of summer drives down the river, bbq's in the back yard, beers on the porch and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have new rules for my life. I am taking a stand against the laziness and unhealthy eating that plagued my life for so long, turning to the greens my friends, the greens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever, so I moved away from Long Beach and got off of my ass. I started walking places, became poor and therefore could not afford the bi-weekly wingstop meal or 6 pc nugs meal and started eating at home, in the process I have lost 60 LBS, dropped 4 pants sizes and decided that I kind of like shopping in the average section of the store. I kind of like that my underwear can no longer double as a pup tent if I ever get stranded. And even more I like that I can climb a flight of stairs without being winded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I mentioned a few days ago, I joined 24 hour fitness and aside from having to work out next to wafer thin girls and d-bag suburban muscle I am liking it. I go 3 times a week and I bike 8 miles on the exercise bike. Losing weight means that my arms are bat wings so I also fit in some weights...last week I couldn't curl my hair without propping myself against the wall and bring my head to my chest, you know its a good kind of sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel like a loser telling you all this, it feels a little annoying but the truth is that I have never accomplished anything so accomplishing this feels kind of good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is my problem: The Sacramento mosquitoes are eating me alive! I heard tonight that those long prickly nosed sons a are not so excited about the blood of a meat hungry alcoholic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OR if anyone is an avon person, or knows an avon person you could send me some Skin so Soft bug stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-8429373434716591051?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/8429373434716591051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=8429373434716591051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8429373434716591051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/8429373434716591051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/were-drinkin-drinkin-drinkin-drinkin.html' title='We&apos;re Drinkin&apos; Drinkin&apos; Drinkin&apos; Drinkin&apos; Coca Coca Cola'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-787371495570846220</id><published>2008-04-23T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:15:23.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbs to fuel my workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thing about working out is that every one has tons of advice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What to lift, what to push, what to ride, what to crunch and how and how long and and and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite piece of advice is this: Eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; before your work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CARBS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My question is this: Do salt and vinegar kettle chips count as that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A whole delicious bag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-787371495570846220?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/787371495570846220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=787371495570846220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/787371495570846220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/787371495570846220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/carbs-to-fuel-my-workout.html' title='Carbs to fuel my workout'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-4172872155642833168</id><published>2008-04-22T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:52:30.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' Out and Gettin' Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not the work out type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I joined 24 hour fitness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am soooo out of shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-4172872155642833168?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/4172872155642833168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=4172872155642833168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4172872155642833168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/4172872155642833168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/workin-out-and-gettin-fit.html' title='Workin&apos; Out and Gettin&apos; Fit'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-1278473195542940056</id><published>2008-04-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:15:59.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out with some chicken legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I decided after much deliberation to rise from my 2 hour nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I went to the store, purchased beverages and headed out to hang with the City Life Church potluckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We drank wine and ate chicken from the KFC, it was nice. I am glad that I went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Funny how I see these people once a week at church but I don't really know them. We got to talk about summer plans, being powerful, eating delicious treats and so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I hope it happens again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have needed so much more sleep lately than ever and I imagine that my daily freakouts have something to do with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They are the kind of freak outs that border drinking an entire bottle of vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Instead I turn to the entire pot of coffee...this only makes my hair stand on edge, also I tend to rub my eyes a ton so mascara finds its way to my forehead...generally i don't find that mascara until the pot of coffee has started to do its deed to my bladder which causes me to run to the nearest toilet, mirrors hang out with toilets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I read the latest chapter for my pod today and Donald Miller writes: What is this great gravity that draws me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He ends up talking about love or whatever but I like the way that sounds. What is this great gravity that draws me to freak out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My crazy crazy over analytical crazy woman estrogen filled head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And so what if I tend to exaggerate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I will be just fine, I always am. It just takes longer than I would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The good news is that my brother is in town so soon so if I am still freaking out, he my friends will fix my head with a hug and a reminder that I am cool to at least one person in all the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-1278473195542940056?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/1278473195542940056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=1278473195542940056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1278473195542940056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/1278473195542940056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/hanging-out-with-some-chicken-legs.html' title='Hanging out with some chicken legs'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-73741681983163762</id><published>2008-04-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:26:39.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Celebrities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SAbP9FTGLkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/saFzQPBuEFI/s1600-h/SNR+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190064268892319298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SAbP9FTGLkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/saFzQPBuEFI/s400/SNR+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SAbPtFTGLjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NuXycsuo62Y/s1600-h/SNR.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realize that you can't really read what it says but believe me it is amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OR, go to &lt;a href="http://www.newsreview.com/sacramento/Content?oid=654355"&gt;http://www.newsreview.com/sacramento/Content?oid=654355&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-73741681983163762?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/73741681983163762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=73741681983163762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/73741681983163762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/73741681983163762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/local-celebrities.html' title='Local Celebrities'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SAbP9FTGLkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/saFzQPBuEFI/s72-c/SNR+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-5702313093306357171</id><published>2008-04-14T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:57:06.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin' Out or Whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...that's what I am doing. I think I probably need a wee little vacation. Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-5702313093306357171?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/5702313093306357171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=5702313093306357171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5702313093306357171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5702313093306357171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/freakin-out-or-whatever.html' title='Freakin&apos; Out or Whatever...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-5183678910999212134</id><published>2008-04-11T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:02:12.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days of power...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carol, Courtney, Joshua and Kevin are all doing the 100 days of power. It's great, 100 days of will power and exercise....also, no alcohol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's great, they are all being wonderful powerful, beautiful people and Saturday through Thursday that is just fine. It is on Fridays that I am sad about all the power that is flowing through the veins of those that I love because on Friday nights at 6 o'clock I sit on my porch listening to Cool as Folk drinking a beer or 6...usually, Courtney joins me and now all I have are the mosquitoes because on top of being the only one who can have a beer it is getting warm and those little shits with the stinging noses are finding sustenance in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whatever man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-5183678910999212134?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/5183678910999212134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=5183678910999212134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5183678910999212134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/5183678910999212134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/100-days-of-power.html' title='100 days of power...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017206713738200423.post-3924708714987117388</id><published>2008-04-09T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:23:35.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best night ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/R_1BkDsH-aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Jy1lINzFAc/s1600-h/AaronRoss2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187374433522153890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/R_1BkDsH-aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Jy1lINzFAc/s320/AaronRoss2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/R_1BkzsH-bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tm64DogQ-qY/s1600-h/SilverDarlingShow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187374446407055794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/R_1BkzsH-bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tm64DogQ-qY/s320/SilverDarlingShow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally got batteries for my digital camera so here is a picture to give you an idea of how crazy our house was on the night of March 28th...such a good night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kevin found the Silver Darling photo online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9017206713738200423-3924708714987117388?l=whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/feeds/3924708714987117388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9017206713738200423&amp;postID=3924708714987117388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3924708714987117388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9017206713738200423/posts/default/3924708714987117388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutlittlemicrophones.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-night-ever.html' title='Best night ever!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10064076318221401391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/SL8C8aq_o7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wHBM1h8B-i0/S220/coffee4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RD6n9B5btkM/R_1BkDsH-aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Jy1lINzFAc/s72-c/AaronRoss2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
