<?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-3065014324373730066</id><updated>2012-01-07T23:39:14.953-05:00</updated><category term='venting'/><category term='green week'/><title type='text'>101 Days of Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-3890733498717954142</id><published>2009-10-25T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:50:04.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a new place ... again...</title><content type='html'>Okay, going to give it another go, but over here in a place more about crafting, and less about complaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill I can figure out how to automatically get things transfered over to the new place, or automatically re-direct, this post is the best I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verycuriouscrafter.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.verycuriouscrafter.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-3890733498717954142?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3890733498717954142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-new-place-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3890733498717954142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3890733498717954142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-new-place-again.html' title='In a new place ... again...'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-2241401177974889529</id><published>2009-04-28T12:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:25:36.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 112 (yup, i'm getting lazy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, So Since day 101 I haven't exactly been keeping up, but then again the blog was titled 101 days - so I don't feel so guilty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That being said, I think I'll change the name to 101+some days of nothing. Either that, or I've been contemplating changing my blog to a "mostly" craft blog and changing its name to "The Curious Crafter" this is the name i go by on twitter and Etsy and think if I was to start selling any of my creations I'd go by this name.  Although I need to put some more thoughts against that before I make the actual change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's happened since the 19th.  Not much, back to work. Ho hum. Last week was not a great week, Aaron didn't leave any lists/ notes/ updates from when I was off, and he was gone all week on Jury Duty.  Several big things came up and Kim and I struggled to deal with them and get things done. It was frustrating. I had my second appointment with Shirin and i'm very happy with the way things are going, Wednesday was a frustrating day and I walked out of her office a few hours later, feeling like things were going to be better in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knit group on Thursday - they changed the seating areas in the Timothys it was weird, but they have these benches now and I think as long as someone is there early we might be in a better spot to get more people sitting together.  Friday I veg'd out alone since Paul went for dinner in KW with the crew.  I was going to do some sewing, but I just watched TV and chatted with Chrissy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Stacey &amp;amp; Nick's wedding and what a beautiful day it was.  Great weather, great ceremony, good food - and they looked so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did nothing - cleaned up and did some grocery shopping.  Nice weekend. And very much looking forward to this weekend, so we can do a bit of nothing again. I totally am living for the weekends. That and another week off. Only 62 days till Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-2241401177974889529?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2241401177974889529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-112-yup-im-getting-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2241401177974889529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2241401177974889529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-112-yup-im-getting-lazy.html' title='Day 112 (yup, i&apos;m getting lazy)'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4583424505980997017</id><published>2009-04-19T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:36:58.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One Hundred &amp; two &amp; three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clearly, this blogging thing does not get better with time...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And clearly day 101 wasn't good enough for 2 posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is Sunday, and tomorrow I go back to work after my week away, i'm not looking forward to it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did have a decent vacation though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - first driving lesson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - sewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - more sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - taxes done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - more shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - first career session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    - finished book club book, and had our first mtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;although still not looking forward to work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4583424505980997017?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4583424505980997017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one-hundred-two-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4583424505980997017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4583424505980997017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one-hundred-two-three.html' title='Day One Hundred &amp;amp; two &amp;amp; three'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-3739885048522477873</id><published>2009-04-17T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:08:05.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY ONE HUNDRED AND ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TODAY IS DAY ONE HUNDRED AND ONE!  I'm here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, several failed attempts at actually blogging everyday, but I'm still pretty proud.  Through this whole thing, i've started reading a ton of blogs, my favourties are at the side, and its made me think - what makes a good blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know i'm not there yet - but one day I hope to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you've been following me over the last 101 days, THANK YOU, for sticking around and listening to me vent, thats really what this blog has been for.  But you might start to see some things change around here.  First of all - I might not post every day.  But i'm going to at least post once a week - and hopefully more uplifting.  It will probably be craft focused, but there will still be a bit of my everyday life in there - cause to me its still interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today i'm on a schedule, I have a lot to do, a house to clean from top to bottom.  So i'm going to go and get on with things, but i'll be back later today.  Day 101 deseres at least 2 posts I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-3739885048522477873?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3739885048522477873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one-hundred-and-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3739885048522477873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3739885048522477873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one-hundred-and-one.html' title='DAY ONE HUNDRED AND ONE!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1249154250180274511</id><published>2009-04-16T23:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:28:07.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ninety Nine &amp; One Hundred!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wholy Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I have been a bad blogger this week. I'm on holidays have all this time on my hand, and I can't even bother to right a decent post!  I've even had some decently excting things to chat about and I haven't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now tomorrow is day 101!!! oh wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, well i need to do some reading and get to bed, cause even though tomorrow is my last day off, i have a meeting - i'll explain later (no its not a job interview).  But i will do a big(ish) post tomorrow, and update some pics from my visit with manda and the kiddies, and my sewing project this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-1249154250180274511?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1249154250180274511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety-nine-one-hundred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1249154250180274511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1249154250180274511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety-nine-one-hundred.html' title='Day Ninety Nine &amp;amp; One Hundred!'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1849969936354296472</id><published>2009-04-14T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:19:00.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ninety Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;monday - stayed in pj's all day, did nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tuesday (today) - stayed in pj's till noon, got ready, went to mall, shopped all afternoon, dinner at papa's/ aunt wendy's did taxes (getting enough for half of trip back) watching project runway and going to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-1849969936354296472?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1849969936354296472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1849969936354296472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1849969936354296472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety-eight.html' title='Day Ninety Eight'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-8820827437789556552</id><published>2009-04-13T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:17:12.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ninety Five, Six &amp; Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm on holidays. Yippee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't updated in a few days.  Saturday we were in Ripley for Easter at pauls mom's we had a good time and lots of good food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday we stopped into Guelph to see the Amanda, Miguel and the kiddies, good visit. Came home made dinner, and noticed a "dripping" sound, to discover that our "roof" was leaking, except there is an apartment above us. They weren't home, and we called Richard aka our landlord, he zipped over right away.  I ran upstairs, and you could hear water running, it was crazy.  Turns out there garbage disposal jammed and plugged the sink, it had been overflowing all weekend! There whole kitchen was flooded, which then started coming through to our hallway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lucky we dont have much damage, and I think most of upstairs was repairable, but it kept us busy for a few hours yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today i sat around and played this computer game mom gave me basically all day..lol, good waste of time.  i think now i'm going to read for a bit and head to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-8820827437789556552?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8820827437789556552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety-five-six-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8820827437789556552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8820827437789556552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety-five-six-seven.html' title='Day Ninety Five, Six &amp;amp; Seven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6511539333874846099</id><published>2009-04-10T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:05:05.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ninety Three &amp; Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, again another missed day. But guess what i'm on holidays WOO HOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A whole 10 days away from work! Yesterday, I worked till 6:30ish, went to the mall (bought nothing, just wandered) went home, surfed the web, tried to think of something quick to sew, started sewing and stopped when I realized it was 9. Started/finished making a ton of mini cupcakes with homemade icing, cleaned the kitchen and it was time for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today we got up by 8:30 and got ready, and drove here to London to mom and dad's had a good dinner with everyone and driving to ripley to do it all over again tomorrow with other family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Home sunday, and sleeping for the week. Ya right, i'd like to but i have a lot on my "want-to-acomplish list" we'll see how far i get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For now i'm going - probably wont be here again tomorrow - but i'll be back sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6511539333874846099?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6511539333874846099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninty-three-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6511539333874846099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6511539333874846099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninty-three-four.html' title='Day Ninety Three &amp; Four'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-7392365635353294928</id><published>2009-04-08T22:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:30:07.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ninety One &amp; Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No big blog news, i'm sick again. Go figure. I came home from work early yesterday and was sick on the cab ride home - very gross. I was feeling much better today and worked till 7:30ish, paul had dinner ready when I got home - what a nice guy.  But i've now been coughing up flem for about an hour - and its really starting to hurt.  I had a very hot shower to try and loosen up stuff, but it didn't do much.  I think its time for bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-7392365635353294928?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7392365635353294928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety-one-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7392365635353294928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7392365635353294928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety-one-two.html' title='Day Ninety One &amp; Two'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1736506060524695156</id><published>2009-04-06T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:25:28.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ninety</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. Day Ninety. 11 Days till i've reached my "goal" i say that lightly, since i've clearly missed a few days here and there - however overall i've done good. (wow, who's from the country now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was decently productive.  Work went fast, got several things crossed off my list.  Stopped at the mall, and got a sweater to match my dress for the wedding - I gave up on the chance of knitting one in time - besides i think this one will work much better and it was only 20 bucks - can't beat a deal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came home, started dinner, cleaned the kitchen, did two loads of laundry, cleaned up from dinner, had a shower, put the clothes away.  I'm going to blow dry my hair, and go to bed and read before calling it a night.  Overall decent day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-1736506060524695156?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1736506060524695156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1736506060524695156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1736506060524695156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-ninety.html' title='Day Ninety'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4924777528045308095</id><published>2009-04-05T23:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:09:32.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighty-Seven/Eight/Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woah.  yup i haven't posted since thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been a bummy kinda weekend.  Bad moods mixed in with trying to cheer both pauly and I up.  But not much success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went out all day yesterday in search of new shoes for me - and more just to get out of the house, paul found shoes and a movie, and a video game.  I bought nothing but groceries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went over to Terri &amp;amp; Shanye's last night though and took the wii - mostly so they could try out this adaptor thing they bought to turn their computer into a TV (it worked, but too small to actually play off of) but we had a good night of wii playing and stayed up way past our bedtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today we did nothing but mope around the house, I attempted to start a shrug pattern for the wedding since my thursday plan was foiled.  I got no where, which has just bummed me out more.  And I remembered about an hour ago that I brought home some work to do - which I never did.  Oh well, i'm not about to start now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good thing - 4 day week, followed by 10 days of no work. How much will I get accomplished in my time off - my guess is very little.  But who knows.  I have a whole book to read, a bag to sew, some stuff to knit, a house to clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4924777528045308095?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4924777528045308095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-eighty-seveneightnine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4924777528045308095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4924777528045308095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-eighty-seveneightnine.html' title='Day Eighty-Seven/Eight/Nine'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-552870647412924427</id><published>2009-04-02T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:47:49.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had big plans this afternoon to knit myself a sweater for stacey &amp;amp; nicks wedding, had everything planned out. Then found out the yarn i have at home, isnt the right weight, and isn't even close to the right colour. poop. oh well i'm pretty sure i can't knit a sweater in less then 25 days anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-552870647412924427?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/552870647412924427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-eighty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/552870647412924427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/552870647412924427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-eighty-six.html' title='Day Eighty-Six'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-2594323883117655255</id><published>2009-04-01T23:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:17:29.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only 6 More working days till my 10 days of nothing vacation! Although I do have lots of plans in the back my my head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Spring Cleaning the apartment and closets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Knitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- LOTS of sewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- potentially looking for a new job (I say potentially, because with the way things are going I wonder if looking for anything right now is really worth it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Watching Daytime TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Cooking good dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- switching out my winter wardrobe with my spring one (I say this like I have a ton of clothes and space and room to have two wardrobes - I don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's my plan, 90% of it won't get done. And I'm fine with that. Its called a holiday for a reason. If all i do is sleep and hang out with myself, catch up on blogs and stalk people on facebook all day - I'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I might even see if i can go and spend a day or two with Manda and the kiddies. Although a good week alone with no travelling might just do me some good. We'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319926993586956402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SdQtahvDKHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fYGTkkMY3Fs/s200/IMG_5818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Paul let me play video games for almost a full 2 hours tonight- this is what I'm trying to conquer - I suck at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-2594323883117655255?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2594323883117655255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-eighty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2594323883117655255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2594323883117655255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-eighty-five.html' title='Day Eighty-Five'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SdQtahvDKHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fYGTkkMY3Fs/s72-c/IMG_5818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4230710223166325202</id><published>2009-03-31T23:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:32:39.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got my hair cut today, it was time for an update - no more ponytail. Time for a spring look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319560583371400402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SdLgKpUFpNI/AAAAAAAAALI/kZT4lwSW8Go/s400/mosaicmar31-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4230710223166325202?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4230710223166325202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-eighty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4230710223166325202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4230710223166325202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-eighty-four.html' title='Day Eighty-Four'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SdLgKpUFpNI/AAAAAAAAALI/kZT4lwSW8Go/s72-c/mosaicmar31-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1826748433005969413</id><published>2009-03-30T20:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:05:19.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighty-Two &amp; Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, yesterday was a right-off. I did nothing but sleep and blow my nose, today has been slightly more productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left work at 5:15 today cause I couldn't stand to blow my nose with yucky Kleenex any longer, and needed to come home to the better stuff! Made dinner, cleaned the kitchen, put in two loads of laundry, watched 1 episode of Little People big world, searched some knitting stuff, and now off to read in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But needed to post first. Oh and also a picture of all my lovely swap goodies from Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150226943138002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SdFq8wfiWNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/P_3_23_0id8/s320/IMG_5748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last minute knitted gifts - love this book, a ball of berroco sox metallic yarn in pink's and purples - i think these might become a pair of monkey socks. A ball of silky wool - that might just be paired with my other darker shade for some purple scarf.  Popping Mini Eggs, some awesome fat quarters in Easter shades.  Popsicle makers perfect for summer.  And some amazing home made kettle corn which is almost gone now.  Yep I was spoiled, and it was fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3065014324373730066-1826748433005969413?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1826748433005969413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-eighty-two-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1826748433005969413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1826748433005969413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-eighty-two-three.html' title='Day Eighty-Two &amp; Three'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SdFq8wfiWNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/P_3_23_0id8/s72-c/IMG_5748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6964637275734195489</id><published>2009-03-28T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:16:49.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busy Day, Great night with the knit girls - i was totally spoiled by Terri - and love everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i'm seriously stuffed up (again!) and need kleenex and sleep.  Will post more with pictures tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6964637275734195489?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6964637275734195489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-eighty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6964637275734195489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6964637275734195489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-eighty-one.html' title='Day Eighty-One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4752829827955178665</id><published>2009-03-27T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:41:24.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quick post - only 20 minutes till mid-night.  Very long (but very good day) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dinner in Ancaster, and dessert at Jesse &amp;amp; Mel's - a very nice visit with good friends, and good food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;note to self - must have more nights like those more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4752829827955178665?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4752829827955178665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-eighty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4752829827955178665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4752829827955178665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-eighty.html' title='Day Eighty'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5437707290743748464</id><published>2009-03-26T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:43:11.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-Nine</title><content type='html'>Today was a decent day, busy at work, got free shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at Chapters and picked up book for the book club (michelle is starting a book club - so exciting).  It was a good night at knit night - we are getting to be a pretty big group - soon we might need to find a bigger space to meet at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pauly picked me up (and andrea) and we went grocery shopping.  Home now, going to finish the last few pages of my other book, and head to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going out for dinner with Mel &amp;amp; Jesse &amp;amp; Friends, then back to their place for cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-5437707290743748464?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5437707290743748464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5437707290743748464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5437707290743748464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-nine.html' title='Day Seventy-Nine'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4851847720462132883</id><published>2009-03-25T23:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:20:10.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tired. my legs are hurting, and i'm just barely keeping my eyes open. i'm heading into bed (where i'm sure i'll find myself wide awake) but i need to at least try and sleep away the stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4851847720462132883?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4851847720462132883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4851847720462132883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4851847720462132883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-eight.html' title='Day Seventy-Eight'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6043987878252737912</id><published>2009-03-24T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:08:52.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-Six &amp; Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, call me the un-motivated, un-inspired, non-productive bad blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed another day. (yesterday to be exact) I worked late, ran home from the subway station to catch the season finale of Jon and Kate, ate dinner at quarter after 10 (way to late) and instantly fell asleep on the couch while Paul turned on and played more of his video game. (which I actually have to admit, has a bit of a story to it, and is mildly interesting - even to a non-videogamer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was several things at work that made me really mad. And they carried over into today. Which is frustrating, cause it totally makes me un-motivated to work and the more I look at the things to get done, the more frustrated I get. And the more it builds the less I get done. A never ending cycle of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of these moments of doom, I wrote out my "coles notes" version of "my life plan". It includes 5 categories with at least one thing to strive for. My categories included: Job/ Career, Health, Future/House, Money/Budgets, Overall Life. And here is what i'd like to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job/Career&lt;/strong&gt; - need a new one, one that I can be passionate about and enjoy getting up to go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt; - to get better for good! Will mean changing my diet/ eating habits. Get outside more and Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future/House&lt;/strong&gt; - Find and buy a house with pauly (preferrably outside of this yucky city), get married (again preferrably to pauly), get a dog, have kids, learn to love my life the way it is, and love myself the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money/ Budgets&lt;/strong&gt; - SAVE, SAVE, SAVE for house, vacation in July, a future wedding?, loan payoffs, and nice stuff for future house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall Life&lt;/strong&gt; - need to get MOTIVATED. Get out more, start doing things outside of my normal "routine", read more, knit more, sew more, cook more and cook better, keep the house clean, clear out old stuff that is "cluttering" our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listed it here so that perhaps it will force me to commit since im decarling it in front of others - how many who read it, who knows. But those are my basic "goals". I just need to get my act together, I can't blame anyone else (not that i've been trying too) but i'm the only one that can make these changes to my life and if I don't start now, its only going to get worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6043987878252737912?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6043987878252737912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-six-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6043987878252737912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6043987878252737912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-six-seven.html' title='Day Seventy-Six &amp; Seven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5117701326481497293</id><published>2009-03-22T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:28:19.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-Four &amp; Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well my prediction was very wrong.  But i'm coming to terms with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No Sewing. Not much of anything really.  I think its safe to say that for the last few months i've been in a real funk.  Lacking motivation of any kind.  I didn't get up until late morning yesterday and didn't go out with Paul in the morning to get the car tuned-up.  When he got in, he didn't want to go back out.  After sleeping more in the early afternoon, I got up and went down to kensington.  I needed to get some stuff for the knit swap next weekend.  It was a good walk - although I wore bad shoes and my feet were not happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought it would make sense to stop at Dufferin mall to look for some new ones, but i had no luck, and just got my frustrated with myself.  I called paul to see if he could come and get me, and as usual he very nicely said yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We stayed in and watched the hockey game and had a nice night, although I feel asleep in the 3rd period and clearly missed blogging saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today sat around and did nothing - just thought of things - instead of doing them. And now sitting watching TV while Paul is at hockey.  And i'm okay with that, at least for right now, tomorrow could be a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-5117701326481497293?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5117701326481497293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-four-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5117701326481497293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5117701326481497293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-four-five.html' title='Day Seventy-Four &amp; Five'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6610412099998403501</id><published>2009-03-20T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:08:29.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blogging quickly now cause we are heading out to dinner and a movie.  Our new Friday night treat. Work was long yet short. And glad to be home for the weekend.  Pauly and I might do some shopping tomorrow, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; *planning* on working/ finishing the top of my mint-chocolate quilt top.  I also need to sew a few things for my knitting pal for the swap next weekend.  Also I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; mind starting/ finishing the other silk spring mitt that I start eons ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I predict a busy crafting weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6610412099998403501?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6610412099998403501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6610412099998403501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6610412099998403501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-three.html' title='Day Seventy-Three'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-3370795220430420123</id><published>2009-03-19T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:51:39.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in a decent mood - despite having a bad day.  Knit group was good, but paul is in a bad mood, which in turn has put me in a bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm hungry, tired and cranky.  Not a good combination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-3370795220430420123?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3370795220430420123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3370795220430420123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3370795220430420123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-two.html' title='Day Seventy-Two'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4307778847413113320</id><published>2009-03-18T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:45:48.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crap. Must hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left work "early" came home, searched for "cool" sunglasses cases.  Cleaned kitchen, put in laundry, made dinner, watched jon &amp;amp; kate re-run, was SUPPOSE to get up and make Julie a "going away" sunglasses case for her trip - but feel asleep on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing else got done. sleep was essential apparently. sorry julie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4307778847413113320?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4307778847413113320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4307778847413113320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4307778847413113320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy-one.html' title='Day Seventy-One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-7882853369233937888</id><published>2009-03-17T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:30:23.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much for making a life plan this week all I've done is work. Humpf. I know its only Tuesday, but I'm already exhausted from the week and its stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although I did pay off a good portion of my credit card today, and put aside my "required" amount to my savings for my potential "house" fund. I'm pretty sure paul isn't ready for it and he isn't in the saving mode as I am, but at least i'll get a head start I suppose. I really should take a few months stop putting money aside and pay off some of my loan accounts. However right now I can really afford to put a little money everywhere, at I feel like i'm getting somewhere. Apposed to just paying one thing off, and not really feeling that accomplished. Today I at least feel like i've paid off a bit of everything and i'm really making progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got less then 10,000 in debt, between everything - OSAP, Loan, Credit Card. Thats good! At least I think thats pretty darn good. And i've got 2,000 in savings. And I still have money to get my knit swap gift and groceries this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i've looked at that part of my life today, everything else has not been touched. Including our kitchen which is a mess and it bugs me, but i couldnt be bothered tonight. Not only did I work tilll 830, but i had to bring some work home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon as I got in I took a bubble bath, put my jammies on, had a cup of tea, and watched the end of a very intese hockey game. Now blog, work, bed. I NEED to be at work by (but hopefully before) 9am tomorrow. This stuff needs to get to the client by 10. Then hopefully my day will slow down. I want to leave at 5 tomorrow. Maybe stop in for a 10 min. massage before coming home, to clean, do laundry, and sew a bit. At least thats the plan for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ps: only 31 days to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-7882853369233937888?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7882853369233937888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7882853369233937888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7882853369233937888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-seventy.html' title='Day Seventy'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5653625838722740814</id><published>2009-03-16T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:32:01.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man i'm tired. just tired.  woke up late again today and have been tired all day.  i need to get up on time and work at getting to work on time tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i'm going to bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-5653625838722740814?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5653625838722740814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5653625838722740814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5653625838722740814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-nine.html' title='Day Sixty-Nine'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5118204330379303436</id><published>2009-03-15T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:31:16.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Movie on Friday with Pauly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dinner, movies &amp;amp; pictionary with Chrissy &amp;amp; Sean on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brunch with Steph, Steve, Amanda, Miguel and the kids today. I took at nap when we got home, did a load of laundry, watching some Brothers and Sisters and then off to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week I make a plan. For my life. Job, Health, House, Future, Money. Let's just hope I can stick to actually making the plan and sticking to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And since last week I couldn't find a recent pic of me and the girls, we took one today. Oh how I wish days like this were closer together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606276152544306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/Sb24wWZbzDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VJAe58Wu39k/s320/IMG_5724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3065014324373730066-5118204330379303436?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5118204330379303436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5118204330379303436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5118204330379303436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-eight.html' title='Day Sixty-Eight'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/Sb24wWZbzDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VJAe58Wu39k/s72-c/IMG_5724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-7651637270551992440</id><published>2009-03-14T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:47:53.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Six &amp; Day Sixty Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I didn't post yesterday and its because I wasn't home all day. I didn't get home until after midnight. No I was not at work that whole time - thankgod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked till 6:30ish, went to the mall and the fabric store, then met paul at the subway station to go see a movie. He needed to see Watchmen since it had already been out for a whole week! So we went, please don't ask me what it was about, I didn't really follow it at all. The music in it was good though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we slept in. I was planning on getting up and sewing until 11:30-noon-ish then leaving to go to KW, but it didn't happen, and now its quarter to 1 and I still haven't showered or got ready. Oh well no rush I suppose. I'll sew later - maybe tomorrow night. Maybe i'll force myself to leave on time all next week then force myself to sew when I get home. I need to get out of this "so lazy-doing nothing all the time-sleeping for hours" habit. It makes me feel like i've done nothing but work ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note I leave you a picture. I got a new computer at work yesterday with a new 19" monitor, it took me until lunch to really get used to it, and by that time it had given me a headache it was so bright/ big. But the computer is super fast and its way pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313085962365054082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbvfiGfiLII/AAAAAAAAAKg/D5D5WLQpaKs/s320/IMG_5721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-7651637270551992440?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7651637270551992440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-six-day-sixty-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7651637270551992440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7651637270551992440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-six-day-sixty-seven.html' title='Day Sixty-Six &amp; Day Sixty Seven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbvfiGfiLII/AAAAAAAAAKg/D5D5WLQpaKs/s72-c/IMG_5721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1289944274333939837</id><published>2009-03-12T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:26:05.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a decent day when you get free stuff in the mail! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My winnings from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sew Mama Sew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; came today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312492470566056962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbnDwVQG9AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZXbP_plr09Y/s320/IMG_5716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't they pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312492471570995538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbnDwY_tGVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wq6CXGHTXaI/s320/IMG_5719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also got my knit picks order from Anastasia today. I love the colour! Purple is definitely my new favourite, and it makes me want to cast on new socks right now, but I need to finish up a few projects first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which on that note, I think I'll retire to bed to knit and sleep.&lt;/span&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/3065014324373730066-1289944274333939837?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1289944274333939837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1289944274333939837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1289944274333939837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-five.html' title='Day Sixty-Five'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbnDwVQG9AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZXbP_plr09Y/s72-c/IMG_5716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4091647208411518320</id><published>2009-03-11T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:06:14.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuck.  Its 11:04, just got in from work and the cab ride has left me feeling like I did last wednesday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's weird working real late with a ton of other people.  Most other people were working on the pitch for tomorrow - but a few of us were working on summer/ fall planning - lucky us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright I need to sleep cause its late and I didnt sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to go to knit group tomorrow (yipee for knitpicks stuff!) so I should be home at a decent hour - here's hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4091647208411518320?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4091647208411518320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4091647208411518320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4091647208411518320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-four.html' title='Day Sixty-Four'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-706559361235994571</id><published>2009-03-10T23:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:24:46.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day Sixty-Three - Happy Birthday to me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretty un-eventful birthday as usual. Tried to not let anyone at work find out. They did. Mom and Dad sent flowers as usual, and my team signed a secret card, and let Kim give it to me, along with some chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311762841347543954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbcsKUmj05I/AAAAAAAAAJw/q8nU0xiQdlI/s320/IMG_5703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julie made me a great birthday gift. I think the best one I got this year. Besides the flowers and the recycled chocolates (they were from a work supplier I believe) it was the only thing I got - but by far worth it. A ball of yarn and knitting needles made from office supplies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311764614509776770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbctxiJYT4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/njnvtXbHV_s/s320/IMG_5707.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worked until 6ish, then went to the Workroom with Terri for their monthly Stitch and bitch. She sadly ripped out her pretty sock :( while I made some buttons for our Spring Solstice Swap in a few weeks - plus a few for Chrissy's book club. Buttons always make a birthday better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311763934912607250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbctJ-cydBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Neqo5WraC3k/s320/IMG_5711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-706559361235994571?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/706559361235994571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-three.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/706559361235994571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/706559361235994571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-three.html' title='Day Sixty-Three'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbcsKUmj05I/AAAAAAAAAJw/q8nU0xiQdlI/s72-c/IMG_5703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4983021828174251052</id><published>2009-03-09T23:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:52:14.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EEEk.  I've been so busy making buttons tonight I almost forgot to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow I shall have pictures of many pretty buttons to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but now must go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4983021828174251052?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4983021828174251052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4983021828174251052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4983021828174251052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-two.html' title='Day Sixty-Two'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-587136180014360300</id><published>2009-03-08T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:37:03.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow - only 40 days left of 101. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was a decent weekend. Rested until 1 yesterday which was much needed. Clearly i've just worked myself too hard the last few weeks. I feel like all I do anymore is work and sleep, its about time that I get up and start doing things. (don't hold me to that) Anyways, rested and laid around yesterday, went to the buck and doe, played a game and had popcorn with pauly last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Up this morning thinking it was 9:30 and sadly it was already 10:30 with the time change. Cleaned up the sewing room and sorted through my fabrics, put together some stuff to take over to Terri's and spent the afternoon over there chatting, cutting fabric and just hanging out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Home and watching TV (Brothers and Sisters - LOVE and can't get enough of this show) and just hanging out till Pauly gets home. I think i'll do a bit of reading when its done in bed, and hopefully up early for work. (no holding me to that either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-587136180014360300?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/587136180014360300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/587136180014360300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/587136180014360300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-sixty-one.html' title='Day Sixty-One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1373984112078860474</id><published>2009-03-07T22:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:52:38.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Seven through to Sixty (Green Week days 2-5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay sorry for the mass post and long delay (longest yet for my 101 days) but i've been stuck in bed since wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came home from work late and I wasn't feeling great, just off somehow, and I thought I felt like I was going to be sick. And I was - all night actually - and all the next morning. So no work on Thursday - no anything on Thursday to be exact, I didn't really move from bed all day/ night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I didn't go in on Friday - since I hadn't eaten anything in 24 hours I was pretty weak, and no match for the rain and subway. So I stayed in bed again. In fact I stayed in bed until about 1pm today. Then I got up and showered and felt much better. Did a load of laundry, cleaned the kitchen up a bit, watched a movie with pauly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went out to Stacey &amp;amp; Nick's Buck and Doe, we only went for an hour or so, but wanted to show our support. But time for bed now, just that little (although it was 3 hours) trip wore me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I do have Green week pictures to post, even though they are late :( Boo - Here i go participating in my first blog event, and I get sick and fail. boo me. oh well better late then never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310657954963457026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbM_ReEzBAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cuPB7BsTmXA/s320/IMG_5676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Green Highlighting for Wednesday in my day timer reminding me of timesheet training - in which i didn't go to cause I had to do something for some stupid person at work.  (which I had moved to Friday and then missed cause I was sick - crap.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310657957457437826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbM_RnXaJII/AAAAAAAAAJY/bAZkM5sp-qM/s320/IMG_5679.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My pretty little green IPOD for Thursday (although this pic was taken on Monday) she's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310658669921907106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbM_7FgLMaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MjdHr8Zlw9k/s320/IMG_5695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the green cover we got for our wii fit board so we don't slip and fall all over the place while doing the Tree Pose. &lt;/span&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/3065014324373730066-1373984112078860474?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1373984112078860474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-fifty-seven-through-to-sixty-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1373984112078860474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1373984112078860474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-fifty-seven-through-to-sixty-green.html' title='Day Fifty-Seven through to Sixty (Green Week days 2-5)'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SbM_ReEzBAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cuPB7BsTmXA/s72-c/IMG_5676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-8199433760895929919</id><published>2009-03-03T21:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:19:44.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green week'/><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Six (Green Week - Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. First of all Green Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309162802464469170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/Sa3vcI-csLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XRGn38y9LP8/s320/IMG_5680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We put up our shamrocks on the front door yesterday. And they were a lovely welcoming of green when I got home tonight. I love theme door hangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright. Secondly lets just sum this up to what its clearly going to be: a venting session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In exactly one week I will be 28. And as it stands I'm not overly happy with the life I'm living. I take full blame, I know the mistakes and choices I've made and how I got here. I just don't know how to get from where I am to where I want to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess when I look at things from an overall point of view - this just isn't where I thought I would be. And I know I'm not "behind" and I'm not necessarily in a "rush" but I do look at friends and family and think "I want to be where they are".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want a job where I'm excited to get up every morning and go too. I want to live close or down the street from my best friends and be able to help them out and babysit or just get together for Sunday tea or a Saturday movie. I want to be able to afford a house (not a condo) and be able to decorate it just the way I want it. I want to be special enough to be a bridesmaid more then once in my life, and plan a wedding (my own wedding). I want to own my own store, and make up my own rules. (okay that might actually be what i want, but it would be cool) I want to live in a town that you don't have to take public transit in, and its safe to ride your bike down the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On days like today when work just gets out of control, I just wish I could disappear. Go to a life that doesn't really exist. I wish I knew the next steps to get out of this funk that I've been in for the last few years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although my life isn't horrible. I should say that. I have amazing friends (even if i don't' see them all that much) and a fantastic family. A loving (but video-game obsessed) boyfriend, and a warm apartment (that isn't too overpriced).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay that's it. end of venting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-8199433760895929919?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8199433760895929919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-fifty-six-green-week-day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8199433760895929919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8199433760895929919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-fifty-six-green-week-day-2.html' title='Day Fifty-Six (Green Week - Day 2)'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/Sa3vcI-csLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XRGn38y9LP8/s72-c/IMG_5680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-2393169081338877329</id><published>2009-03-02T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:28:23.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Five (Green Week Day 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all - holy crap I've made it to day Fifty-five - i'm half way there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly I'm participating in my first "blogging event" (tee hee hee) I'm going to take part in "Green Week" hosted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shiningegg.com/shining_egg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; @ Shining Egg. I'm very excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was at work, I was thinking...hum, I wonder what i'll come across thats green today - and I didn't have to look far. Turns out my desk is full of green things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308796447568418418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SayiPeor1nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/asscUHwKJZU/s320/IMG_5672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a little corner of my desk. Which houses my little green spotty alligator (gifty from manda), my green cup - which I actually got out of my drawer this morning, prior to finding out it was green week! My green Nestle NFL mousepad, some green pens &amp;amp; highlighter and hiden in the back some mint green mini eggs as my treat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308796454731546514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SayiP5Ugf5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vQa_Qpymdzk/s320/IMG_5674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And a bonus little pic of the spotty alligator - oh he's too cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-2393169081338877329?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2393169081338877329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-fifty-five-green-week-day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2393169081338877329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2393169081338877329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-fifty-five-green-week-day-1.html' title='Day Fifty-Five (Green Week Day 1)'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SayiPeor1nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/asscUHwKJZU/s72-c/IMG_5672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5946878619259902030</id><published>2009-03-01T18:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:34:48.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH MY GOSH - I WON SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just something - something from Sew Mama Sew!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/?p=750"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;see here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I never win anything! This is beyond exciting, so much so that I just yelled it throughout the house then got yelled at cause paul is taking nap before hockey - oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm just soo excited! Okay i'll come back and post more in a bit, after i'm finished working (yes i've been working and napping today, instead of sewing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay I'm back, a little less excited (but still really excited), spent most of today working on blocking charts and napping. And now i'm sitting on the floor in front of the TV (still working) watching the 2 hour episode of Brothers and Sisters - Love this show! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308411576793005170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SatENDRRfHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vOT_vJ6NuE0/s320/IMG_5657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is what i've been snacking on this afternoon to keep me awake and focused (it's clearly not really working).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308412655784028082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SatFL20x57I/AAAAAAAAAIw/wB_K0baAFC4/s320/IMG_5660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-5946878619259902030?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5946878619259902030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-fifty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5946878619259902030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5946878619259902030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-fifty-four.html' title='Day Fifty-Four'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SatENDRRfHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vOT_vJ6NuE0/s72-c/IMG_5657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4318769801781905754</id><published>2009-02-28T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:45:39.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Three</title><content type='html'>Saturday, a day for running errands and cleaning - why again do we look forward to the weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright today wasn't bad.  Got up around 9:30-10, sat around, then cleaned up, went out to do grocery shopping (stopped at Zellers and the sewing store, stopped for lunch).  Then came home, I had a headache so laid down for an hour and a half or so, have been doing some searching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and I are going to make some dinner (tuna sandwiches) and then head to see a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - I work and sew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4318769801781905754?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4318769801781905754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-fifty-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4318769801781905754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4318769801781905754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-fifty-three.html' title='Day Fifty-Three'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-9103161257081040712</id><published>2009-02-27T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:41:51.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another long day. Although I did leave work at 5:30 today - I made a facial appointment earlier this week, and couldn't cancel. But it was worth it. Those thing always hurt, they scrub so hard, and steam your face off, pick out all the pimples and dead cells and black heads (so gross) and you walk out feeling better then ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also got two chocolate covered strawberries since the chocolate factory is right next door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought a new sweater and came home. Pauly and I made taco's for dinner. And now bed. I brought up a bunch of work, all these blocking charts need to be finished EOD Monday and there is no way its going to happen unless i spend at least 5 or 6 hours doing it this weekend. I"m hoping I can do most of it from here, cause i really don't want to truck in there this weekend with the cold cold weather they are predicting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And hopefully I'll also be able to have the energy and motivation to clean the bedroom closet, kitchen and do some sewing. I'd make a bet, but I'm not willing to lose this weekend, so we just won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's picture is from exactly one year ago today. On Time Canada's curling clinic day. I had a lot of fun (even though I wasn't great) so much fun I wanted to join a team this year, but I never did. Maybe next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307687900084290530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaiyBhcpw-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/A43UEtUN6ZU/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-9103161257081040712?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9103161257081040712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-fifty-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/9103161257081040712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/9103161257081040712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-fifty-two.html' title='Day Fifty-Two'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaiyBhcpw-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/A43UEtUN6ZU/s72-c/IMG_4130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6863200958671722407</id><published>2009-02-26T22:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:54:30.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty &amp; Fifty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Crap. As if i missed day Fifty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was crap. Today was crap. Yesterday I worked late, and feel asleep on the couch after an argument with paul. Today I worked late, went to the mall to try and find a new pair of comfy casual work pants (no luck) then got stuck on the subway. It took half an hour to get from Dundas to st. george (normally a 5 min commute) then the subway stopped running at Ossington, I had to call paul to come and get me. And since we haven't exactly being communicating well the last two days, that didnt go overwell. Home now, hungry and ready for bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday's Picture was going to be this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307314585781865330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SadefxTHC3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jVZrwoqmifM/s320/IMG_3804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was taking at our first leaf's game - in which they won. And since they won yesterday I thought it was fitting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these would be today's pictures. I miss my friends, these are sadly the most recent pictures I have of them - the last one was taken in Jan, just before Keon was born. Its hard to believe that we don't have a recent pic of the three of us, I guess our focus lately has been the kids not ourselves. Maybe I can get them together for a dinner or something, just the three of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307318569714736386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SadiHqmuXQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bocc40TXU2o/s320/mosaicfeb26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/3065014324373730066-6863200958671722407?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6863200958671722407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-fifty-fifty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6863200958671722407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6863200958671722407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-fifty-fifty-one.html' title='Day Fifty &amp; Fifty-One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SadefxTHC3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jVZrwoqmifM/s72-c/IMG_3804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6569006679923200897</id><published>2009-02-24T22:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:34:21.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grr. Thats it. I dont' really have much to blog about today. Got dressed up, then mtg was switched to conf. call, grrr. People were stupid and got in the way of things they shouldn't have, grrr. Was suppose to be home early (by 5pm) didn't actually leave work until 7:30pm, grrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I txt paul to start dinner, but he decided he wasn't going to eat before hockey, grr. Was going to sew a bag, but i'm confused by the instructions, and would rather be lazy like usual, grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I do have a photo, actually I made a mini collage of 4 photos - how lucky are you! From top left to bottom right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Me and Bear enjoying cuddle time last night before bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. My desk at work. Half Clean/ Half a mess (ps thats a blanket on the boxes under my desk - for days were i'm freezing and need some comfort for my feet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. My sewing table with bag I cut out to make tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Me goofing around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306588302445981282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaTJ8hCJLmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ndd9e2eMmnE/s320/mosaicfeb24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6569006679923200897?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6569006679923200897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6569006679923200897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6569006679923200897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-nine.html' title='Day Forty-Nine'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaTJ8hCJLmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ndd9e2eMmnE/s72-c/mosaicfeb24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1591671587202430435</id><published>2009-02-23T22:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:14:23.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mondays. Grrr. I think all the stupid people come out on Mondays. And I hate dealing with stupid people. Okay let me re-phrase that. Most people aren't stupid, they just do stupid things sometimes. Anyways, I dealt with a lot of those people today and that put me in an overall grumpy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I rushed out of work at 6 so I could go get my eyebrows done and when I was done I walked by the shop next door to check these out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306210730406737106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaNyi7lCdNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4_DB-AoQ798/s320/IMG_5634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats definitely a good way to brighten any mood - oh so yummy. But I was good and just looked, I left the mall without buying anything. Although I did schedule a facial appointment for Friday at 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't do any sewing tonight, but i'm hoping to be home early tomorrow (Nestle mtg finishes at 4, and i'm not planning on going back to the office) and paul has hockey, and there is nothing on TV on tuesdays, so hoping I can get some motivation together and perhaps make something new. I'm leaning towards &lt;a href="http://cicadadaydream.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-quarter-tote-bag-tutorial.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3065014324373730066-1591671587202430435?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1591671587202430435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1591671587202430435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1591671587202430435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-eight.html' title='Day Forty-Eight'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaNyi7lCdNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4_DB-AoQ798/s72-c/IMG_5634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-881793030785965391</id><published>2009-02-22T21:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:09:59.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday...the closest day to Monday. Monday which starts the beginning of the work week. blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I've spent just hanging around. I had planned to get up early and do lots of projects. But I didn't. I slept until noon :), cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the living room, sorted the laundry and waited for the rest of the people above me to do there million loads before I could put one in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I sorted my buttons. As I mentioned yesterday I had this dream where I had all these mason jars and filled them with loads of stuff, like buttons. So i went out and bought a big box of mason jars, and today I filled them with buttons. So today's picture is my finished product. Clearly i need some more buttons, but this is a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305812683977486402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaIIhlE9cEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vygXuCJIxfs/s320/IMG_5626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other then that, I've just been sitting around, reading blogs, watched some TV. Nothing really exciting, but then again, it is Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-881793030785965391?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/881793030785965391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/881793030785965391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/881793030785965391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-seven.html' title='Day Forty-Seven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaIIhlE9cEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vygXuCJIxfs/s72-c/IMG_5626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-973758082576192168</id><published>2009-02-21T21:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:54:53.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so taking a look back at this blog - I'm a bit impressed with myself that I've been able to keep it up, and although I'm mostly doing it for myself I noticed the other day that its probably boring for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So with some inspiration from some other blogs I've been reading lately (see list on the right) I've decided that for the next week I'm going to post a picture every day. It may be a picture I've taken that day, it maybe something old, it maybe something I've found on the net during my travels. I might talk about it, I might not - maybe it will just be something to bring a bit of joy to your day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's picture is from my travels today. I was suppose to go to Thornbury with Pauly, but I really just needed a weekend to myself, we've been annoying each other a lot lately. And i just needed to veg out after what seemed like a long week. Good news is Paul wasn't upset and perfectly fine with it, I think he needed some space too - and it will allow him to chat up with old friends and get drunk at the dance tonight, without me hanging on to him and nagging him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other good news is he dropped me off at Walmart on his way out of town. I love a great Saturday afternoon at Walmart, when I have no time limit, money in my bank account, and a ton of crafty ideas. Its great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purchases included these way cute rubber rain boots. I have been looking for a pair like this for a while now. Not only did they come in my small size 5 shoe size, but they were also only $20 bucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305461878218556146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaDJd_yYAvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nmLAdhubYIg/s320/IMG_5618.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the main reason I headed out there was to pick up some mason jars. I had this dream last night that I had a bunch and re-arranged my sewing stuff to display all my buttons and notions in the jars along the window ledge. And so thats just what I wanted to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305462421532525762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaDJ9nyhRMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g6CBZqxzr2U/s320/IMG_5621.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got 12 for 7 dollars - i'm not sure if that was the right price or if they just screwed up, but either way I'm super happy about them. And i'm hoping that tomorrow I can start the organization - along with the million other projects i'm planning on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-973758082576192168?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/973758082576192168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/973758082576192168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/973758082576192168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-six.html' title='Day Forty-Six'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SaDJd_yYAvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nmLAdhubYIg/s72-c/IMG_5618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6847569700540014596</id><published>2009-02-20T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:44:07.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very Very quick post. Because my battery is about to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today was a decent day.  i've realized that much of a "supervisors" day really is spent making phone calls, answering countless pointless emails and having meetings.  And not really doing any "real" work.  I might be able to get used to it afterall.  That is if i don't have to stay till 7:30 every night doing the "real" work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6847569700540014596?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6847569700540014596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-five_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6847569700540014596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6847569700540014596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-five_20.html' title='Day Forty-Five'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1310150955105397684</id><published>2009-02-19T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:04:34.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was an alright sorta day. Didn't do much actual work this morning, lots of phone calls and busy work. Then left the office at two for an all afternoon mtg. Came home (so windy out) changed, had dinner, met up with andrea and went to knit group for a few hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now i'm home, and got into a fight with paul about how much i talk to people about our lives, and the fact that i just shouldnt be talking about it to anyone else but him.  I really do feel like the character from the book i'm reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;going to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-1310150955105397684?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1310150955105397684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1310150955105397684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1310150955105397684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-five.html' title='Day Forty-Five'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-831332285068636545</id><published>2009-02-18T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:28:43.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ho hum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'm definitely the work fixer-uper.  i'm sent in when things are a "mess" to clean things up make them pretty, and make them make sense.  Oh and the nearly impossible task of making the dollars match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realize that we aren't all taught the same way, but isn't it kinda common sense that your dollars should match the dollars you were given to spend!  Why is everything all over the place, if you tell the client something is going to cost 50,000 you probably shouldn't send them a bill for 80,000!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just hate dealing with other peoples (preventable) mess!  Seriously people, put a little effort into it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought new pants today.  partly because i have 2 mtgs tomorrow and felt the need to get new pants.  and two cause i was sick of dealing with stupid people i needed a treat.  of course in order to wear them tomorrow i had to hem them tonight, but it wasn't a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully i can get up on time and do my hair, then i'll look all nice for a mtg that i will do nothing but sit at.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ho hum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-831332285068636545?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/831332285068636545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/831332285068636545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/831332285068636545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-four.html' title='Day Forty-Four'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5888235328527074514</id><published>2009-02-17T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:32:51.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some days just bring back more memories then others. Today is one of those days, that I wished passed by with no memories, unfortunately there is a flood of feelings and emotions that come with Feb. 17 every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to believe that 7 years has passed since we lost a dear friend. It was too soon for him to go, and I'll never really understand the pain that he was feeling to go so far as to end things.  He had an amazing spirit, and even though I know things were not great between us when he left, I hope he knows how much he meant to me and so many other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I write for myself first and foremost, and I think he taught me that the most, we would write back and forth and it never really mattered what we wrote, just that we wrote it down.  I've learned as long as I write things down, i'm okay - its by far my biggest security blanket in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do miss him, although I miss that whole time of my life.  When things were simple, when we could spend weeks doing nothing, just sitting around laughing and talking all day and all night.  Even though at the time I did not think things were simple, everything seemed so complicated, and we tried to act older then we were and forced ourselves to be grown-ups when we should have just been teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss the week long visits at the trailer that drove my grandparents and then my grandpa and aunts nuts. I miss campfires and the fresh cut grass smell, staying up way late and laughing way too loud.  Those were good summers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although today is a flood of sad emotions still filled with questions of why and how come, that usually turn to frustration and anger - I still go back to the happy memories, some of the greatest times of my tween/teen years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We all miss you Jimmy - I hope you are in a happy place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-5888235328527074514?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5888235328527074514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5888235328527074514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5888235328527074514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-three.html' title='Day Forty-Three'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-7689516518959103650</id><published>2009-02-16T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:35:44.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Holiday Mondays are great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do feel like I should have done more with an "extra day" however I did my normal - sleep in (way late), make breakfast for pauly and myself,  take an afternoon nap (that lasted almost all afternoon) did some surfing the web, knitting, reading, watched some TV, had dinner (which cooked in the crockpot all day) did some laundry, and now some blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although when I started typing, I felt like I did nothing, I did do some stuff.  And I really don't care if I "wasted" another day doing nothing.  I kinda enjoyed it. Now i'm looking at bag patterns again, i'm hoping work isn't as insane this week (although I don't know how well that will work out) and maybe i'll have some motivation to sew something.  I think we are going to thornbury next weekend for a benefit dance, so maybe a new bag for that will be motivation enough.  We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, thats about enough excitment for one long weekend.  I'm off to finish laundry, do some reading and go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-7689516518959103650?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7689516518959103650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7689516518959103650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7689516518959103650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-two.html' title='Day Forty-Two'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4207023725884406209</id><published>2009-02-15T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:28:36.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty &amp; Forty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so yesterday (saturday) was really day Forty, and today (sunday) is really day Forty-One.  I missed yesterday cause we got home late, so i'm updating our busy weekend now.  And what a busy weekend it has been.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner and Bowling on Friday night.  Dinner, Ice Cream Cake and Movies in Ajax on Saturday, and Pampered Chef, Snacks and Hockey tonight.  And since tomorrow is a holiday i'm hoping to do some sewing and cleaning, although i'll probably spending most of the day just sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, i'm off to watch brothers and sisters. I'm hoping i'll pick up and write better entries next week.  This week has just been too busy and too tiring.  Off to watch tv in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4207023725884406209?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4207023725884406209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-forty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4207023725884406209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4207023725884406209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-forty-forty-one.html' title='Day Forty &amp; Forty-One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-121020232940019256</id><published>2009-02-14T00:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:40:18.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh so tired.  yes its past midnight- but i just got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;crazy day, worked till 7ish, came home, paul picked me up at the subway station, headed to dinner with Dave &amp;amp; Erin, then bowling.  Good fun night with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;however very tired,and must sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-121020232940019256?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/121020232940019256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/121020232940019256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/121020232940019256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-nine.html' title='Day Thirty-Nine'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4166612947193044752</id><published>2009-02-12T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:04:02.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another long day.  Tonight we went up to Summerhill station to the LCBO there - Vincor (Paul's company) was launching their new Ice Wine to support the 2010 Olympics.  It looked like a good turn out.  After we sampled the wine and cheese, we went down the street for drinks and app's with his work peoples.  It was a nice evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But another night getting in later then we expected. Again tired, and sore.  And not really time for much.  I think i'm going to make a hot chocolate and go to bed, my legs are killing me, and tomorrow is going to be another long day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And even though I kept thinking - its okay we'll have a relaxing long weekend, we now have plans for tomorrow night (Movie), Saturday Night (Sam &amp;amp; Michelles), Sunday (Mel &amp;amp; Jesses), hopefully we'll still be able to relax at all those events - i just would like to stay in bed for most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4166612947193044752?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4166612947193044752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4166612947193044752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4166612947193044752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-eight.html' title='Day Thirty-Eight'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-587753718731480691</id><published>2009-02-11T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:05:44.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Decent day. still really busy, and feel like things will only get worse next week when aaron is on holidays.  Its going to be a "hold your breath and sink or swim" time for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Returned one of the pairs of shoes I bought a few wks ago - if i haven't worn them yet, im probably not going to.  That and they were 40 bucks, which is money I could really use right now, since I bought a new sweater yesterday..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;worked late again, so just finished dinner and watching iron chef with pauly.  i think i might head to the bedroom for some sleep.  Trying to wake up on time tomorrow (i doubt it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-587753718731480691?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/587753718731480691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/587753718731480691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/587753718731480691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-seven.html' title='Day Thirty-Seven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-584878035209440489</id><published>2009-02-10T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:24:04.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spoke too soon.  today was crappy. just got home from work. and can't stop coughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;man. i have emails to send, and clothes to put away, none of which i feel like doing.  I think i'm going to head to the bedroom, through on disk 3 (season 2) of desperate housewives and go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;be back tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-584878035209440489?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/584878035209440489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/584878035209440489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/584878035209440489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-six.html' title='Day Thirty-Six'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-2738065773046527790</id><published>2009-02-09T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:56:37.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another quick update, i'm very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was an alright day, work is becoming somewhat managable again, however i'm feeling a bit useless somedays.  I've been really tired all day, hardly able to keep my eyes open.  I fell asleep after dinner around 8:30 on the couch, and i'm about to fall asleep again I think.  Which means time to head to bed.  Hopefully a good full nights sleep and i'll wake up feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-2738065773046527790?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2738065773046527790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2738065773046527790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2738065773046527790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-five.html' title='Day Thirty-Five'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5724368132908560643</id><published>2009-02-08T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:29:59.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Three &amp; Thirty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a great weekend. Not nearly long enough, but great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went up to blue mountain on Friday afternoon, hung out rested up.  Got up early, breakfast, rentals and hit the hills - not the bunny hills, as Tanya wanted Sarah and I to start the day running.  After falling a half a million times, I got the hang of it again.  And after lunch, fell much less (minus the falling off the chair lift)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways great day, passed out early, and woke up sore. Real sore. But still had a great time, and it was good to just chill out.  We left the chatlet around 2ish, home by 5 (stopped to pick up some groceries) and have just been hanging around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not looking forward to back to work, but hopefully its a quick week before another long weekend. Okay thats it, watching brothers and sisters, and doing laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-5724368132908560643?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5724368132908560643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-three-thirty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5724368132908560643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5724368132908560643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-three-thirty-four.html' title='Day Thirty-Three &amp; Thirty-Four'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1688456910854902602</id><published>2009-02-06T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:40:58.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;super super fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;made cookies, granola, had shower, did hair, packed, paul gone to pick up nigel, running to finish getting stuff ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;heading to blue mountain. be home sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-1688456910854902602?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1688456910854902602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1688456910854902602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1688456910854902602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-two.html' title='Day Thirty-Two'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-798252452729872006</id><published>2009-02-05T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:29:41.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Go figure.  I dont have to work tomorrow, and tonight i'm actually tired, and have too much to do that I just can't go to bed yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;finish weekender bag (almost there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;finish laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;fold and put all laundry away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pack (while folding and putting laundry away) stuff for ski trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work today was decent. Actually getting the hang for the new client and working with "new" team. Although still would rather be home sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay no more procrastinating, must finish weekender bag - determined to finish and make everything fit in it for the weekend.  Even if it ends up just being my knitting/others bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll post again before we leave today, so I can at least get in a real Day thirty-two, but day thirty-three will be a bust, since there is no internet up there.  Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-798252452729872006?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/798252452729872006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/798252452729872006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/798252452729872006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty-one.html' title='Day Thirty-One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4816416454688105195</id><published>2009-02-04T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:32:17.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, thirty days - i'm getting good.  I really need to keep this up once I get past 101 days - maybe not every day, but at least 3 times a week.  Keeps the brain active.  Although maybe i'll come up with more interesting things to write about by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random thoughts that I realized/learned from facebook today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are some people from high school that I wish to never see/ chat with again, 5 years was enough time with them.  However there are other classmates from my high school years that I wish I would have either stayed better friends with while we were there, or would have kept better contact with over the years after school.  I'm glad that I've stayed in touch with Amanda and Steph - clearly the most important over all these years.  But every once in a while, when I see the people who have stayed closer to home or family that still lives in Listowel and the bond they share and see each other all the time, and go to each others weddings and all have kids the same age and so on and so forth.  It just makes me want to go back and live the same life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I always just assumed that we would all live there or close to there (Listowel) and all get married around the same time, and all have kids around the same time, and have play dates, and afternoon tea, and watch movies together on Friday nights.  I don't know, lately I just miss that simple life more and more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And its not that my life is very complicated here.  Get up, go to work, come home. Knit, sew, sleep. Repeat.  But its just lacking things that will never be able to be fulfilled living in the city.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways my point is that I think I could have had a slightly bigger circle of friends from high school had I tried a bit harder.  Some of you I stalk on facebook and peek into your lives, and very much envy the little things.  Oh and I wish we could go for sunday tea and catch up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4816416454688105195?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4816416454688105195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4816416454688105195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4816416454688105195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-thirty.html' title='Day Thirty'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-765744431331620493</id><published>2009-02-03T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:40:05.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So much for getting things done today. I went from bed to the couch and spent most of the day sleeping.  Woke up with a headache around 3. And spent the rest of the day just hanging around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been sewing on and off throughout the day, but just overall feeling crappy again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh i hope this passes soon, I hate feeling like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-765744431331620493?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/765744431331620493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-twenty-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/765744431331620493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/765744431331620493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-twenty-nine.html' title='Day Twenty-Nine'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5890591366894544537</id><published>2009-02-03T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:29:58.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well somedays I just drop the ball.  Its not even that I didn't remember - I even had the page open, then I went in the living room, sat down and fell alseep.  Which was actually a good thing, since I haven't been sleeping, bad thing cause I got nothing done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, i'm at home today. Part not feeling good, part not wanting to work and would rather be sewing.  So far, i've been checking emails from the comfort of my bed.  But soon I'll get up, have breakfast and do some fox billing from the living room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At least thats my plan.  I'll post more for day twenty-nine later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-5890591366894544537?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5890591366894544537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-twenty-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5890591366894544537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5890591366894544537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-twenty-eight.html' title='Day Twenty-Eight'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4075840874457301283</id><published>2009-02-01T23:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:33:55.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today has been a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slept in (till 9), got up and did 25 minutes of wii fit yoga, cut out all the fabric and pieces for the Amy Butler Weekender bag (lots of cutting!) Made lunch (tuna sandwiches - very yummy) more cutting, watched some pre-superbowl, more cutting, finally started sewing around 5:30-6ish. put together pipping, cheered for the "yellow" team (steelers) during an "amazing interception" as paul called it, made the front pockets, handles, and front panels, while watching the "red" team score a touchdown to take the lead, and then watching the "yellow" team take it back with less then a minute left in the game. Yah Yellow team wins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now breaking to blog it all for day twenty-seven. I wish I didn't have to work tomorrow, or go to a client meeting forcing me to dress up tomorrow. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, attempting to add picture of today's progress. Hoping to complete the whole bag for Friday morning, so it can be used for the ski trip this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298052969730740018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SYZ3Gw4BDzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UEAwcagM6k4/s320/IMG_5559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SYZ2dcz-2AI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7fY7UH6onsA/s1600-h/IMG_5559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4075840874457301283?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4075840874457301283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-twenty-seven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4075840874457301283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4075840874457301283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-twenty-seven.html' title='Day Twenty-Seven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wBjjkZRVVZo/SYZ3Gw4BDzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UEAwcagM6k4/s72-c/IMG_5559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-8349626882355952395</id><published>2009-01-31T16:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:52:46.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Made Chilli, cleaned the kitchen cuboards out, cleaned the kitchen, living room, spare room and hall. Load of towels in the wash.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man i'm tired.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now to entertain guests.  I just want a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-8349626882355952395?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8349626882355952395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8349626882355952395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8349626882355952395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-six.html' title='Day Twenty-Six'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-3941126682720791730</id><published>2009-01-30T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:04:16.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh what a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I made a doctors apointment for this afternoon to check out this nasty cough.  My doctor thinks i'm nuts, and I kinda feel like that girl from the movie My Girl who keeps going back to the doctor when nothing is wrong with her.  Although my doctor did give me more antibiotics for my cough/ cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also went to fabric land and the workroom today (long travels) but got everything to make the amy butler weekender bag.  I started off the day thinking i was going to make my own pattern, but the more I looked at it online the more I just wanted that one.  So 100 sum odd dollars later, i'm going to set out to see how far I can get this weekend - hopefully in time for the blue mountain trip next weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then we did the grocery shopping and running around.  oh boy, tired now.  hoping for a good nights sleep.  No sleeping in though - lots of cleaning an sewing to do.  Sam and Michelle are coming over for a wii night tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-3941126682720791730?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3941126682720791730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3941126682720791730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3941126682720791730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-five.html' title='Day Twenty-Five'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4487350752056310672</id><published>2009-01-29T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:32:16.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired. I can't stand the sound of paul eating (smelly) pizza in my ear.  And I can't stop coughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That about sums up this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work today - one person got walked out, one person quit, several people thought about quitting, and it was last week's quitters going away party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to knit group tonight and chatted about whats new - I think Rebecca is going to host an Oscar party, in which we might not actually watch the Oscars, but rather just have a good excuse for a party with good food and perhaps wii playing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay time for some bed. too much coughing tonight to do anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;except i might make some jello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4487350752056310672?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4487350752056310672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4487350752056310672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4487350752056310672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-four.html' title='Day Twenty-Four'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-58236304557678897</id><published>2009-01-28T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:03:29.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't really have much to say today.  shocker i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;regular ho hum crap day. worked late, went to indigo on my way home picked up "bending the rules sewing", after reading made by molly's blog i really needed to check that book out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats it.  i did do my wii fit tonight, and two loads of laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;time for bed though i think. at least some knitting in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-58236304557678897?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-146362928664279444</id><published>2009-01-27T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:24:28.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well today was a slightly better day.  I stayed on task and somewhat focused all day.  Although still had to stay late to finish projects because lack of focus from those above me.  All in all, I tried to stay calm and just get through the day one half hour at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note, I've got comments!  Two actually! I love getting comments, thank you girls!  Gives me lots to think about, and lets me know, i'm not just writing this for me (although i'd be fine with that too)  I also realized (after re-reading some entries) that I really should re-read before I post, lots of errors!  Good thing this isn't for any marks or anything..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanted to do laundry tonight, but someone else hasn't taken their stuff out yet, grrr, i hate that, specially since i had to hound down people at the office before I was leaving at 7pm to find enought change, only to find there was a bunch still in the change purse from last time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watching the hockey game - and we are losing 4-1, lots of fighting going one, and not enough scoring in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;alright, off to check the laundry again, and I think i'll do my wii fit.  I didn't really have dinner tonight, so I should try and eat something too. (back to those bad eating habits...oh man, one day i'll get better!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-146362928664279444?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/146362928664279444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/146362928664279444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/146362928664279444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-two.html' title='Day Twenty-Two'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-3674684845604832721</id><published>2009-01-26T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:52:17.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;woah. sometimes things just hit you like a brick.  like today, no wonder i'm so sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bad eating habits. bad sleeping habits. bad work habits. no concentration, no focus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;geeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried to do some soul searching and find out what my good habits are, work wise, hobby wise, etc.  i came up with about four qualities for work. I must have more to me then, creative, chart maker, people person, organzied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't know what i want to do - how do you just decided that - how do people just know what they want to do?  Tanya asked me the other day what I wanted to be when I was a kid - and I have no idea. I know when I was in highschool I wanted to be in advertising or be a writer, clearly neither of those have worked for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess i need to do some more deep soul searching. another day today has been too much already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-3674684845604832721?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3674684845604832721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3674684845604832721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3674684845604832721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty-one.html' title='Day Twenty-One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1248028041762010494</id><published>2009-01-25T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:56:01.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, I made it to day twenty (well minus those two days that i missed, but i think i made up for that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've done nothing today, but sit here on the couch with a headache and watch the food network. I kinda feel bad about not doing anything, and i kinda don't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did have a shower tonight, and that made me feel slightly better. Skating party yesterday was wonderful and i love nights like that where we just hang out and there is nothing fancy just some great food and good conversation.  Although the little skating i did knocked me right out - I coughed and wheezed for at least 20 minutes after coming in.  And was up for most of the night with it, I guess thats why I ended up sleeping most of today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but all in all it was a good day. not looking forward to the week ahead, however i'm going to try and deal with it one day at a time. we'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-1248028041762010494?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1248028041762010494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1248028041762010494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1248028041762010494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twenty.html' title='Day Twenty'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-8079837353269754953</id><published>2009-01-24T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:53:42.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nineteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I better post now, cause I don't know what time we will be home tonight. I've done pretty much nothing today.  However i did (not so succesfully) make a cake.  My grandma's marble bunt cake to take out to the Senko farm to enjoy before/after/during the skating party.  Its a bit "coloured" on the top - but i think that will just add a better taste - lets at least hope so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are all bundled up and hoping that we will be able to stay warm all night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-8079837353269754953?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8079837353269754953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-nineteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8079837353269754953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8079837353269754953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-nineteen.html' title='Day Nineteen'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-2154508278363485976</id><published>2009-01-23T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:46:28.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, very quick as its already 11:43.  I discovered i have a few followers - yipee. Therefore I think i need to start being a bit more positive on here - no one wants to read about me complaining all the time.  Although i'll warn you its what i think i do best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today was a bad day at work (surprise) but i'm not going to go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pauly and i had dinner with Linds and tanya tonight.  It was a nice night out, even if we did talk about "work related stuff" for most of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay thats it, i'm tired.  time for bed, or least lying on the couch not thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-2154508278363485976?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2154508278363485976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-eighteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2154508278363485976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2154508278363485976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-eighteen.html' title='Day Eighteen'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-2376560510612530936</id><published>2009-01-22T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:00:51.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;complete melt down at work today. too much got to me I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;went to knit group to cool down.  it was good.  I got the first of my grey flip-top mitts done.  not sure if i love it though. the acutally mitt part is a bit small (i always do that) and the flip top pattern ended up looking kinda weird.  although the overall mitt looks okay.  but i'm still undecided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was going to do my wii fit tonight (since i went to bed yesterday instead of doing it) but I think i'm just going to jump in the shower and head to bed again.  I need to try and go into work early tomorrow, hopefully be there around 8.  Too much to do, got nothing done today, and have mtg's all day tomorrow too. grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-2376560510612530936?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2376560510612530936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2376560510612530936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2376560510612530936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-seventeen.html' title='Day Seventeen'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-8123907004942670454</id><published>2009-01-21T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:59:56.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh geeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Name one positive thing about today.  I got both the ikea and knit picks catalogue in the mail today.  and thats about the only good thing about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and I bought two new pairs of shoes that I can't really find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I finished all my antibiotics, and guess what, I still have green boogers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright going back to watching Leafs Hockey on HD (love that) and going to finish knitting my mitt (hopefully).  Oh and i should also do my wii fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-8123907004942670454?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8123907004942670454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8123907004942670454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8123907004942670454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-sixteen.html' title='Day Sixteen'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-231700146735192556</id><published>2009-01-21T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:43:38.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops - pretend this is day Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crap times 2.  I didn't even forget yesterday, i said to myself, soon as your done dinner update your blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;clearly i never finished dinner.  I didn't actually, i had a huge coughing fit and just lied down, then i did my wii fit instead. and then i totally forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well. at least i'm doing somewhat okay on the updating daily.  better then usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was a crappy day all around, so its probably better i didnt blog, it would have been a whole vent session (although i suppose thats what i do everyday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways at work and must go and do work before someone comes and yells at me.  I will update day sixteen this evening as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-231700146735192556?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/231700146735192556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops-pretend-this-is-day-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/231700146735192556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/231700146735192556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops-pretend-this-is-day-fifteen.html' title='Oops - pretend this is day Fifteen'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-3404995245010575262</id><published>2009-01-19T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:21:38.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh man. I love that boy I really do, but sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could throw him out on his butt to get my point across. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today he was home sick.  Last night he had a bit of a fever and had the hot/cold chills.  So he said he was going to stay home and rest.  Good idea.  However I came home to a some what tidy house which was the first give-away.  As i walked through the spare room to the kitchen i found the real reason. He suddenly got better at some point today. And decided since the guys were coming over to "jam" he should go and buy the new Rock Band 2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so much for saving this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;angry moment number 2 today (actually it was number 1, but the 2nd one made me slightly more angry) I hate the subway, the pushy, grouchy, mean people who think they need to get to work or home faster then the rest of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GRRRR. what a day.  thank goodness for job and kate time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-3404995245010575262?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3404995245010575262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-fourteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3404995245010575262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3404995245010575262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-fourteen.html' title='Day Fourteen'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6465218436948360029</id><published>2009-01-18T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:51:35.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ho Hum, another sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Frustrating day, but almost over.  I think thats as far as i'll go today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Working on trying to finish a winter hat I started eons ago.  Paul is sick and i'm not looking forward to work tomorrow.  Oh how I wish I could just stay here and knit or make bags or something other then actual work that involves those people and that stuff I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;alright, enough of this weekend.  on to another crazy week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps its 5 to eleven and it sounds like people are shoveling all around the house...must go see whats going on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6465218436948360029?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6465218436948360029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6465218436948360029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6465218436948360029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-thirteen.html' title='Day Thirteen'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-4911275283077162071</id><published>2009-01-17T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:41:42.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It didn't really start off that way, but we ended up going to see Manda, Miguel, Maya and Keon after all!  And other then getting a bit lost on the way (i was too excited to remember how to get there) it was a great day.  We got there around 2:30 and had a good long visit staying for dinner and helping manda do grocery shopping while the boys and kids watched a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keon is soo cute, and man what a sleeper - i mean he is only 3 days old and we are in the middle of the coldest weather we've had all year so i don't blame him for wanting to stay all bundled up and sleep all day - thats how we all feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And maya is getting so big, and i think is just a few months away from putting words together to make real sentences.  I can't wait to have a real conversation with her. She is going to be a big helper to mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It *almost* makes me want one.  Although i'd like to do things in the right order.  As part of my to-do list for tomorrow i'm going to start a realistic saving budget.  For the future.  House, weddings, new house stuff, etc. I think its time to start being a grown up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-4911275283077162071?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4911275283077162071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4911275283077162071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/4911275283077162071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-twelve.html' title='Day Twelve'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-8751403146681109091</id><published>2009-01-16T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:43:40.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grrr. what a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;subway was down all morning because of the blackout.  luckly we were not affected during the power outage, however i did have to reep the effects of it. And in the end it wasn't actually that bad.  I walked from our place up two subway stops to Dundas West and got the King street car from there, then had to walk from King/Younge up to work.  So it wasn't horrible, but it was -18 when i left this morning, so that was pretty uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon as I got to work i had to go into a training session that i was half an hour late for, because it took me so long to get there.  And it was almost useless. I would have rather just taken the handout and taught myself.  I really don't need to know that the "tab" key will help you move to different cells in excel - i think i'm past that now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And work just sucked this week.  I have had no ambition to be there, and have let several things just drop off my plate somewhat un-noticed.  While until someone realizes they aren't there.  Like billing or inputting or bookings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just getting fed up.  I know I always say this, and i always think i'll do something about it.  I know I won't this time either and that i'm pretty much "calling wolf" for the 100th or more time in my 5 here, but really thats just the way i feel sometimes.  So fed up with people that actually think 1 ad is going to make a difference, or that the whole campaign will incourage millions to buy their product, i'm just not so sure that actually happens in the real world anymore. If your going to advertise you need to do it in a way that is compelling to the consumer - not a freakin' tv ad or billboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that is however just a dumb opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i've had enough. i'm going to change into my jammies and get into bed, its cold in here tonight, and i'm in no mood for doing anything but falling alseep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-8751403146681109091?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8751403146681109091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8751403146681109091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8751403146681109091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-eleven.html' title='Day Eleven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-2651897391665462074</id><published>2009-01-15T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:13:25.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YIPPEE!  Today's is Baby Day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm now a proud &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(substitute)&lt;/span&gt; Auntie to a 9 pound, 10 oz baby Boy named Keon James DeOliveira.  I actually knew this morning when I made my other post - however that was technically yesterday when I didn't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stephie got to go visit today, and I'm not so patiently waiting for her to get home and post pictures of the big little guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;other news - mtg at clients office went fine.  And by fine I mean again we had the conversation that I'm not right and everyone else is.  And that I'm task oriented and apparently that's wrong if your a supervisor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Problem 1 - never asked to be a supervisor, never really wanted to be one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Problem 2 - i've always been task oriented it's really the only thing I can do in order to not have a panic attack every day.  I feel like it may be a stressful year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats it, i'm too excited at the chance of seeing the pics to write anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-2651897391665462074?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2651897391665462074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2651897391665462074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/2651897391665462074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-ten.html' title='Day Ten'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6092962426752593622</id><published>2009-01-15T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:23:05.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What should have been Day Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crap. I forgot.  And I was doing so well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to let this affect me, I'm going to keep going like i didn't miss a day.  So what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very frustrating billing/ PO mtg at work, in which i was told to "stop" at least 4 times.  Therefore meaning my thoughts were not important enough for this mtg.  (then why the heck did i have to go?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very VERY packed subway on the way home with ridiculously pushy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Dad, he was in town for work.  So we met him at the Muddy Duck for a good dinner and some chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and pretty much spent the night on the couch/in bed.  I was too tired/ worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6092962426752593622?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6092962426752593622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-should-have-been-day-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6092962426752593622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6092962426752593622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-should-have-been-day-nine.html' title='What should have been Day Nine'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-5096397495896745452</id><published>2009-01-13T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:38:52.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;crap. I almost forgot. close one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was feeling like crap all day - between coughint and weakness it wasn't good.  I still forced myself to go out (I know bad idea).  However I promised i'd take Sam with me to the Hockey Game - and it was too late to back out.  I actually started to feel a bit better by the end of the day anyways.  I'm much better now then I have been all day, although i have that aweful yucky feeling in my mouth even after brushing my teeth twice. gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leaf's lost - big surprise.  But the game was good regardless.  I love going - we were in a box tonight, with free food and booze (no i wasn't drinking, not a good idea while on the medication).  When didn't have to do a lot of chatting with my rep, but I think he was happy that I could come.  And I was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay thats it, i'm going to bed in hopes to "sleep well" - wish me luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-5096397495896745452?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5096397495896745452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5096397495896745452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/5096397495896745452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-eight.html' title='Day Eight'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-3041560856595440152</id><published>2009-01-12T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:31:05.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fast, quick update because I can't stop coughing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was monday. monday's suck, just about as much as sundays do. My n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ose still hurts and still running like crazy! And no work of baby D yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That pretty much sums it up.  I made a good yummy dinner.  Time for a shower and bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-3041560856595440152?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3041560856595440152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3041560856595440152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/3041560856595440152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-seven.html' title='Day Seven'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-7763381661612493970</id><published>2009-01-11T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:33:46.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ho hum. another sunday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still no baby yet. I know think it will be later in the week/ weekend, before anything happens.  Although Amanda is feeling contractions they are still hours apart.  So its going to be a while longer before this little guy gets a move on. (i'm sure she appreciates me chatting about it so openly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;online).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a good weekend visit thought.  It was nice to see the girls and just hang out.  Although every time we have a weekend like that it makes me a bit sad that we don't live closer and can't just do that on a regular basis.  We never really do anything that eventful, a movie, some girl chat, watching the game show network, wii playing.  But its those little things, and that time that I really miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said in a previous post.  I'm happy to have a good job that allows me to support myself (as well as my yarn and shopping habits), i'm also happy to have such a loving boyfriend (even we are mad at each other) but sometimes I just wish for a simpler life.  In a smaller town, without the "city" people, where waiting in line for 20 minutes in a snow storm to watch a movie is perfectly acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day we shall move and live a simpler life. (at least thats what I really really hope.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-7763381661612493970?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7763381661612493970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7763381661612493970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/7763381661612493970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-six.html' title='Day Six'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1409979759778723303</id><published>2009-01-10T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:54:52.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Very quick update.  I'm in KW at Stephie's for a girls weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Amanda and Maya today - no baby yet. :(  Although there was some severe pain while we were there.  We've been hoping for a call to say okay come back - but we haven't heard anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at subway, and then went to see Bride Wars with Mel &amp;amp; Cheryl - it was soo good.  Funny and emotional (it is about weddings).  Definitely one to get on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is still running like crazy, it gets better and worse everyday - very frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats it for tonight - I think we might play some wii and just chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-1409979759778723303?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1409979759778723303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1409979759778723303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1409979759778723303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-five.html' title='Day Five'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-1583427732050897643</id><published>2009-01-09T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:32:41.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay i'm posting earlier today, so I don't run into yesterday's situation, even though i'm sure i'd have more to update later. Although today has already been pretty eventful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Doctors appointment was this morning.  Basically i'm a sicky. I have a bad immune system and there is no really way to make it better.  I have to "try" and not get sick.  My body just doesn't fight things off like everyone elses.  He gave me some antibiotics to clear up the sinus/cold/flu issues i'm having now and then from there who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When i got my prescription filled today I picked up new multi vitamins and vitamin C pills.  2009 is the year to get better right.  I'm going to start there, mainly cause the good eating thing hasn't really been working well this week. One thing at a time right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a group status meeting at work today.  Basically things haven't been good the past year (no big surprise) and but the lack of staff, it doesn't sound like its going to get much better.  However the hope and thought is that it will.  Like this blog thing, i'm not thinking too much into it.  Who knows.  I hope for the best, but i've been there 5 years in February (can you believe that - 5 freakin' years!!) and things never really change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay time to go. Its cold in here, and i have some sewing to do before heading out to KW tomorrow to visit with Stephie.  We are hoping that baby DeOlivieria makes his grand entrance right on cue tomorrow so we'll be able to visit on the first day just like when Maya was born.  I think we might be asking a bit much, but who knows.  It will be nice to visit with Stephie though for sure, I haven't seen her in a while, and it sucks, cause we don't really live that far away.  I hate that...grrr ... but that issue is a whole other story, and I really do need to go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-1583427732050897643?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1583427732050897643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1583427732050897643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/1583427732050897643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-8712602135028747969</id><published>2009-01-09T00:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:20:27.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, techically its day four... but i haven't gone to bed yet so its still day three to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost forgot tonight, i was just getting into bed, and though - crap.  G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ot out of bed, ran to the living room for quick update.  And what news I have!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanda is in labour!!! Yippee for a new "substitute" nephew!  I can't wait to meet the little guy.  Just like last time things are falling in to place for "perfect" timing.  Steph happens to have the whole weekend off, and Paul is heading up north for the Tim Cronin memorial hockey tourny.  So i'm going to jump on a bus saturday morning and go to Steph's we'll hang out there and wait for baby.  Or maybe go and hang out in Guelph and wait for baby, depends on whats happening.  Either way i'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still feeling like crap, but the good news has made me feel better.  I also went to knit group tonight for 2 and a half hours - it was good to get out, probably was out a bit too late, but Anastasia gave me a ride home so that was nice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My doctors appointment is in the morning, i'm assuming as usual he'll take a bunch of blood work, make me pee in the cup and give me a perscription for some weird antibiotic - i just hope he can figure out what the heck this is and i can get better - I hate being sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, now back to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-8712602135028747969?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8712602135028747969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8712602135028747969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/8712602135028747969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-9144526717216218564</id><published>2009-01-07T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:53:22.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember yesterday when I said mentioned I was feeling better in the evening then I was in the afternoon, but still crappy? I think i jinxed myself. I woke up feeling the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I did tell people yesterday I was going to stay home today, so it might have started off as, "I'm sick because I don't want to go to work" but it progressively has gotten worse over the day.  My sinus's are aching, my head is throbbing, and I went from boiling hot to freezing cold at least 6 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Years resolution #2:&lt;/strong&gt; to get better. I mean really better.  I think I spent at least 55% of 2008 sick. I have a doctors appointment on Friday and I'm going to talk to him about long term solutions, its getting a little ridiculous.  Part of getting better is going to need to include: more exercise and better eating habits.  I already told paul, i'd like to spend more time in the kitchen, we really need to eat better - we just don't pay enough attention to what we are making/ eating on a daily basis.  Again we'll see how long this lasts - or when it even starts.  Since i've been sick since Christmas, our new year hasn't exactly started the way I had hoped.  Dinners and lunches have taken a backseat in the last 2 weeks to sleeping and resting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, heading off, i'd say i'm going back to bed, but because I managed to sleep all afternoon, I really need to finish up the work I brought home - sad when even a "sick" day turns into a work day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-9144526717216218564?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9144526717216218564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/9144526717216218564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/9144526717216218564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065014324373730066.post-6078971932198256825</id><published>2009-01-06T22:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:33:50.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Object:&lt;/strong&gt; to keep a blog updated for 101 consecutive days, nothing huge, perhaps just a quick status update, but if i have time to check facebook every 20 minutes at night, then I have time to update this right. Let's see how long it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary of today:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm still sick. This is at least my 10th straight day being sick. Runny nose, sore throat, coughing up a lung kinda sick. I've gone through 4 boxes of kleenex and a box of benadryl all in one. And still sick. I made an appointment to see the Dr. on Friday morning. I hope he tells me I need time off to get better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarification:&lt;/strong&gt; I realize I'm very lucky to just have had 2 weeks off, not to mention a week off in October and a week off (away in a different country) in November. I also realize I'm lucky enough to have a stable job that pays well in these trying economic times. HOWEVER my doctor is constantly telling me that the stress of my job is what continues to make me sick. If that is true, then perhaps the thought of going back to work over the holidays prevented me from getting better, and now that i'm back to work and in the swing of things, i'll never get better! Truth is, even if he said you need to take time off, I don't think i'd have the guts to do it. I'm just not that kinda gal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, well i'm techinically feeling slightly better then I was this afternoon at 3pm. I'm still feeling like crap. therefore instead of doing the rest of the things on my list (clean kitchen, knit grey mitts, make dinner, take down christmas decorations) i'm going to jump in the shower, put on my comfy pj's, put in season 2, disc one of Desperate Housewives, snuggle under my new sheets in my very comfortable bed and and fall alseep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3065014324373730066-6078971932198256825?l=101daysofnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6078971932198256825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6078971932198256825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3065014324373730066/posts/default/6078971932198256825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101daysofnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Tracey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nQFI3VCK8U/Twkdnu7ZlAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3Ad_hHXfVuI/s220/meinmirror.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
