<?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-11837628</id><updated>2011-11-19T22:09:47.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mysteries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-562891568271068730</id><published>2007-03-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:17:26.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-XYjX1Fo1Do/Rgvzhc9R6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BHgJZYCctvs/s1600-h/ringandbrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-XYjX1Fo1Do/Rgvzhc9R6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BHgJZYCctvs/s320/ringandbrian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047395563433224306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 11th, my love asked me to marry him. We are engaged and planning to be married on June 23rd. Plans are coming along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-562891568271068730?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/562891568271068730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=562891568271068730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/562891568271068730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/562891568271068730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-last.html' title='At last...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-XYjX1Fo1Do/Rgvzhc9R6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BHgJZYCctvs/s72-c/ringandbrian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-1542095464965070926</id><published>2007-01-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:43:12.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://epitaph.com/artists/artist/179" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Youth Group" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/44631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: 1/30/07!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-1542095464965070926?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1542095464965070926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=1542095464965070926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/1542095464965070926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/1542095464965070926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2007/01/anticipation.html' title='anticipation...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-116828438781605791</id><published>2007-01-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:31:39.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip...</title><content type='html'>This Christmas Brian and I were able to fly out to Virginia and spend the holidays with his family. It was a great time all around...other than my being sick for the last few days we were there. We have pictures..around 300 of them...but I neither of us have had time to do much with them. I did however upload some on flickr, which you should be able to view &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61485171@N00/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I hope. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/61485171@N00/349569276/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/349569276_3f376c92f6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/61485171@N00/349569276/"&gt;Here is Brian filming at Virginia beach.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/61485171@N00/"&gt;Radio Cure&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-116828438781605791?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/116828438781605791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=116828438781605791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/116828438781605791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/116828438781605791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2007/01/trip.html' title='The Trip...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/349569276_3f376c92f6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-116224921644318437</id><published>2006-10-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:00:16.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brian and I spent most of yesterday driving back and forth and carrying things in and out while moving him into his new place. Now the cleaning comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2-3 inches of snowfall this morning. The icy roads make me nervous, but boots that keep my feet dry make me happy. I think it is about time for Christmas shopping to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-116224921644318437?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/116224921644318437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=116224921644318437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/116224921644318437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/116224921644318437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/10/brian-and-i-spent-most-of-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-115817281933893867</id><published>2006-09-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:03:54.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter 74, The Life of Pi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I practised religious rituals that I adapted to the circumstances...They brought me comfort, that is certain. But it was hard, oh, it was hard. Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love - but sometimes it was so hard to love.&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes my heart was sinking so fast with anger, desolation and weariness, I was afraid it would sink to the very bottom of the Pacific and I would not be able to lift it back up.&lt;br /&gt;  At such moments I tried to elevate myself. I would tough the turban I had made with the remnants of my shirt and I would say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S HAT!"&lt;br /&gt;  I would pat my pants and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S ATTIRE!"&lt;br /&gt;  I would point to Richard Parker and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S CAT!"&lt;br /&gt;  I would point to the lifeboat and say aloud, "THIS IS GOD'S ARK!"&lt;br /&gt;  I would spread my hands wide and say aloud, "THESE ARE GOD'S WIDE ACRES!"&lt;br /&gt;  I would point at the sky and say, "THIS IS GOD'S EAR!"&lt;br /&gt;  And in this way I would remind myself of creation and of my place in it.&lt;br /&gt;  But God's hat was always unravelling. God's pants were falling apart. God's cat was a constant danger. God's ark was a jail. God's wide acres were slowly killing me. God's ear didn't seem to be listening.&lt;br /&gt;  Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression....The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few notes to help you understand if you don't know the story already: this is the story of a young boy from India who is stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with a huge bengal tiger as his sole companion on a small lifeboat. I have been excited about this book since I began reading it, but today reading on my lunch break, I came across this chapter and it left me amazed. This is an excellent book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-115817281933893867?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115817281933893867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=115817281933893867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115817281933893867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115817281933893867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/09/chapter-74-life-of-pi-i-practised.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-115691246588823556</id><published>2006-08-29T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:34:25.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=35725465"&gt;the zookeeper's boy&lt;/a&gt;. this song has been playing in my head for going on four days now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-115691246588823556?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115691246588823556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=115691246588823556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115691246588823556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115691246588823556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/08/zookeepers-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-115689064317026932</id><published>2006-08-29T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:30:43.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Rachel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowling reading from &lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=93CE9D52-502F-40DE-9024-ADFC84A3A6D2,A1B39E4E-078B-4E0D-8B6D-8E2176D11955,B279CCFF-CC80-4042-897E-9FF7347ED69C,D5C6C662-9A41-4CB5-B7EF-8FFA7E098B88&amp;t=c1941&amp;f=06/64&amp;p="&gt;"The Half-Blood Prince"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched it yet...but I also have not read the book yet, so I think you will enjoy it much more than I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-115689064317026932?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115689064317026932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=115689064317026932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115689064317026932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115689064317026932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-rachel-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-115627179229213227</id><published>2006-08-22T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:36:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a Starbucks approximately 5 minutes from where I work every day is fantastic. Their iced coffee is the best in town, and I think it has saved my life today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-115627179229213227?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115627179229213227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=115627179229213227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115627179229213227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115627179229213227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/08/having-starbucks-approximately-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-115402526468365293</id><published>2006-07-27T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:34:54.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Books, Muggles, and Rock 'n Roll"?</title><content type='html'>Check &lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/37234/Harry_and_the_Potters_Tour_Libraries_Again"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. These two guys are actually doing a tour and actually wrote an album full of songs about Harry Potter books. Uhh...I'm not really sure what to say to that. This is very weird. These guys are very nerdy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-115402526468365293?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115402526468365293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=115402526468365293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115402526468365293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115402526468365293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/07/books-muggles-and-rock-n-roll.html' title='&quot;Books, Muggles, and Rock &apos;n Roll&quot;?'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-115221089718379924</id><published>2006-07-06T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:51:21.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walkmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Brooke, this one's for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;(Remember that time when you told me I should turn this uber-boring blog into something better...something about music...? This is the first attempt at that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got a hold of an issue of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeout.com/chicago/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Time Out Chicago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; and while flipping through its pages I stopped at the music section when a blurb on The Walkmen caught my eye. This reminded me that I have their album Bows + Arrows and that I like their album Bows + Arrows. Check out "Hang On Siobhan" on insomniac nights and "The Rat" &amp;amp; "New Years Eve" any time. Their newest album, A Hundred Miles Off is out now, I have yet to hear it, but go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/page/news/37122/Video_The_Walkmen_Louisiana#37122"&gt;&lt;span &gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; to see part of a video for the song "Louisiana." I thought it was funny, but I don't know why you can only watch the first 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...possibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-115221089718379924?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115221089718379924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=115221089718379924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115221089718379924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/115221089718379924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/07/walkmen.html' title='The Walkmen'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-114417497996397995</id><published>2006-04-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:22:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>After reading my last post, I realized once again how selfish I am. I used this blog as an outlet where I could complain and feel sorry for myself. I am sorry to all of you who read it. The post was not necessary and has been deleted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I make it a point to slap myself upside the head and not come near a computer when I am in such a state of mind as I was that night. There are so much bigger things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-114417497996397995?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114417497996397995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=114417497996397995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/114417497996397995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/114417497996397995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/04/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-114261818370971594</id><published>2006-03-17T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:56:23.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me, I'm not Irish</title><content type='html'>I have a habit of being very quick to make judgements and form negative opinions of things, people, and situations. Several things of the past week have brought this to my attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will change. My mind is bending to match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children need friends. I need friends. An essay on the subject is in the works. Research supporting this topic has been rather interesting to read, but not so intersting to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is St. Patrick's Day and I am not wearing green. This morning I realized that I do not own many articles of green clothing...I have about two...and I didn't feel like wearing either of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday, I'm in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about Fridays: whatever I was about to say has been discarded, because I admit, I like the same things about Fridays that every other person probably likes about Fridays, and you really don't need to hear about that for the 1 millionth time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;The Life Pursuit (its the new Belle and Sebastian!)&lt;br /&gt;Strangers, Ed Harcourt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-114261818370971594?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114261818370971594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=114261818370971594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/114261818370971594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/114261818370971594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/03/kiss-me-im-not-irish.html' title='Kiss me, I&apos;m not Irish'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-114011796473054001</id><published>2006-02-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:28:07.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much I like the Internet</title><content type='html'>This whole week at work I have been researching stuff related to science and homeschooling. Although my research findings have not been very fruitful, I did find some quotes I liked, from sources who are worthy of being quoted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be Queen Elizabeth within a definite area, deciding sales, banquets, labor and holidays; to be Whitely within a certain area, providing toys, boots, sheets, cakes and books; to be Aristotle within a certain area, teaching morals, manners, theology and hygiene: I can understand why this might exhaust the mind, but I cannot understand how it could narrow it. How can it be a large career to tell other people's children about the Rule of Three (R's) and a small career to tell one's own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone and narrow to be everything to someone? No; a woman's function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. K. Chesterton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had to live my life over again, I would elect to be a trader of goods rather than a student of science. I think barter is a noble thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I love the internet...and I can't really imagine life without Google. Latest found feature: Google Calculator. Calculate anything. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=658%2C255.48+divided+by+82"&gt;658,255.48 divided by 82&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-114011796473054001?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114011796473054001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=114011796473054001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/114011796473054001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/114011796473054001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-much-i-like-internet.html' title='How much I like the Internet'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113994459695422994</id><published>2006-02-14T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:16:36.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My addiction...</title><content type='html'>My worst fear has become a reality. I am addicted to a TV show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep thinking about Lost, I have dreams about Lost, and I wake up thinking about Lost. I have over 12 chapters of homework to read, a reaction paper to write, work to do, people to see, and all I actually care about is watching another episode. This is pathetic. But it's so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I have to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113994459695422994?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113994459695422994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113994459695422994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113994459695422994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113994459695422994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-addiction.html' title='My addiction...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113812992923873847</id><published>2006-01-24T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:12:09.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Post!</title><content type='html'>Today is Brian's birthday. Now he is old like me. Now he can legally go and get wasted with his friends, not like me. Sweet. (this is a joke..you can laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, love. Have fun. I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113812992923873847?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113812992923873847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113812992923873847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113812992923873847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113812992923873847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/01/birthday-post.html' title='The Birthday Post!'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113769941537065586</id><published>2006-01-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:37:29.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak for Yourself</title><content type='html'>It has been a few weeks now since I first heard Imogen Heap's album "Speak for Yourself," but I just started actually listening to this album a few nights ago. While I was shopping with my sister at the Gap, we heard Imogen's voice over the speakers. I don't even know which song was playing, but on the trip home we listened to the album, and I haven't really stopped since. You can read a rather long conversation with her &lt;a href=http://www.pastemagazine.com/action/article?article_id=2457&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113769941537065586?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113769941537065586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113769941537065586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113769941537065586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113769941537065586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/01/speak-for-yourself.html' title='Speak for Yourself'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113719468759241323</id><published>2006-01-14T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:58:31.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was attempting to work hard in front of my desk with a glaring computer screen in my face, the idea of making top ten lists sounded extremely appealing. I started these right then and there and have just completed them today. In reading these, you may find out things you about me that you do not really wish to know....don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top ten songs of the week:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Frankston Line, Youth Group&lt;br /&gt;2. Extraordinary Machine, Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;3. Lua, Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;4. Misunderstood, Wilco&lt;br /&gt;5. Champagne from a Paper Cup, Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;6. Born, Over the Rhine&lt;br /&gt;7. Ripchord, Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;8. This Charming Man, The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;9. In The Cold, Cold Night, The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;10. Ten, Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top ten movies I've seen over the past &lt;i&gt;months&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Magnolia&lt;br /&gt;2. The Big Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Toy Story 2&lt;br /&gt;4. The Producers&lt;br /&gt;5. King Kong&lt;br /&gt;6. Kill Bill, Vol 2&lt;br /&gt;7. For A Few Dollars More&lt;br /&gt;8. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;9. Casablanca&lt;br /&gt;10. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten strange and/or annyoing habits I posess:&lt;br /&gt;1. cutting up fruit before eating it&lt;br /&gt;2. checking myself out in a mirror/window as I walk by ("to see what my hair is doing, it is kinda skywalker, or is it kinda stupid?" Yes, I am vain.)&lt;br /&gt;3. eating the same kind of sandwich for lunch every day of the week&lt;br /&gt;4. making my bed before climbing into it at night&lt;br /&gt;5. rubbing baby lotion on my stomach before I am able to sleep (hey, it's calming)&lt;br /&gt;6. poking people to show that I love them&lt;br /&gt;7. using a lot more chap-stick every day than my lips really need&lt;br /&gt;8. asking "why?" too much&lt;br /&gt;9. pressing the snooze button too many times, which causes me to get up late&lt;br /&gt;10. working out at 11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights of the last ten days:&lt;br /&gt;today. so far, taking pictures of anything and really nothing&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. watching "The Big Sleep" for the first time&lt;br /&gt;day before. kids at Head Start arguing about what foods contain water&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. shopping with my mom and my sister&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. finding out I have enough vacation time to get paid during my trip to Europe&lt;br /&gt;monday. getting up early enough to work out before work&lt;br /&gt;sunday. making muffins&lt;br /&gt;saturday. driving the back roads to Big Timber and back with friends&lt;br /&gt;friday. nothing I did has stuck in my memory&lt;br /&gt;thursday. being with Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lits are multiples of five, only because five is the most I could think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five things that are really nice to drink:&lt;br /&gt;1. water&lt;br /&gt;2. chai tea vanilla silk latte&lt;br /&gt;3. black coffee&lt;br /&gt;4. cloudy apple juice&lt;br /&gt;5. herbal tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five of the most annoying books I've read:&lt;br /&gt;1. Preparing for Marriage God's Way, Dr. Wayne A. Mack&lt;br /&gt;2. Amusing Ourselves to Death, Neil Postman&lt;br /&gt;3. The Excellent Wife: A Biblical Perspective, Martha Peace&lt;br /&gt;4. How to Read a Book, Mortimer J. Adler and Charles Van Doren&lt;br /&gt;5. Caddie Woodlawn, Carol Ryrie Brink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top five favorite colors to wear:&lt;br /&gt;1. brown&lt;br /&gt;2. pink&lt;br /&gt;3. black&lt;br /&gt;4. white&lt;br /&gt;5. blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my five favorite things to take pictures of:&lt;br /&gt;1. feet&lt;br /&gt;2. shadows&lt;br /&gt;3. close ups of faces&lt;br /&gt;4. the sky&lt;br /&gt;5. random corners and meaningless things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five places I visit most frequently:&lt;br /&gt;1. Target&lt;br /&gt;2. Gap&lt;br /&gt;3. Hastings&lt;br /&gt;4. jcrew.com&lt;br /&gt;5. Old Navy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113719468759241323?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113719468759241323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113719468759241323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113719468759241323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113719468759241323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterday-while-i-was-attempting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113718068050896711</id><published>2006-01-13T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:31:20.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tastes like summer</title><content type='html'>I ate strawberries for lunch today, which I purchased from Wal-Mart (seriously my least favorite store on the planet) a few days ago. They were amazingly good, and to think, I almost passed them up because they didn't look ripe enough. All this to say, strawberries in January...mmmm yeah. I'm happy about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113718068050896711?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113718068050896711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113718068050896711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113718068050896711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113718068050896711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/01/tastes-like-summer.html' title='tastes like summer'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113651516481367621</id><published>2006-01-05T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:40:49.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight is a gift or, this life is a gift, or, thoughts about things I do not deserve...</title><content type='html'>This past week has been one never to be forgotten. It sends me into a fury of thoughts at the amazingness of God's goodness. I can spend an entire week not really doing anything in particular and love it so much and know that it was a week well spent. &lt;a href="http://www.electrickiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; has documented things beautifully, so go read about it while I save my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, I have decided it is time to become a more faithful blogger. A post every month (or less) doesn't cut it. (Especially when my posts are really not about anything.) I am not promising my future posts will be about "anything" more than my previous ones have been, but they will be more frequent, and hopefully more worth-reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album of the week:&lt;br /&gt;"The Weight is A Gift" by Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;(especially "Always Love" and "In the Mirror")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113651516481367621?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113651516481367621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113651516481367621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113651516481367621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113651516481367621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2006/01/weight-is-gift-or-this-life-is-gift-or.html' title='The weight is a gift or, this life is a gift, or, thoughts about things I do not deserve...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113519316335813408</id><published>2005-12-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:26:03.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't find nothing at all, if there was nothing there all along.</title><content type='html'>Youth Group is good, their songs get stuck in my head, lines repeating themseleves over and over. My thoughts are like a broken record player and as scattered as rainshowers. It blocks out the sounds of people, work, thoughts, myself, etc. I'm not too sure what's left actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm drowned and I don't know why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, so I can't miss my countdown since this is all I ever post about: Christmas is in 4 days and Brian will be with me in 7 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113519316335813408?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113519316335813408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113519316335813408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113519316335813408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113519316335813408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-cant-find-nothing-at-all-if-there.html' title='You can&apos;t find nothing at all, if there was nothing there all along.'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113488411820885924</id><published>2005-12-17T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:35:18.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>it lurks in every corner, until you change your perspective. but that does not happen by changing your window's view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am about to discover how it is really done, I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113488411820885924?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113488411820885924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113488411820885924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113488411820885924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113488411820885924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/12/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113476121490492920</id><published>2005-12-16T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:32:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the month-long break has come to a close</title><content type='html'>Had I waited until tomorrow to post this, it would have been exactly one month since the last time I posted anything on this very neglected blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Growing on me: &lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:006atr5lkl6x"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=11:34620roai48p"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anticipations got me glued&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452637/"&gt;Lady in the Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0413046/"&gt;Nico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113476121490492920?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113476121490492920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113476121490492920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113476121490492920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113476121490492920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/12/month-long-break-has-come-to-close.html' title='the month-long break has come to a close'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113225425848150436</id><published>2005-11-17T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:04:18.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zero days baby</title><content type='html'>less than 3 hours and I find it very difficult to sit still for this long!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113225425848150436?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113225425848150436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113225425848150436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113225425848150436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113225425848150436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/zero-days-baby.html' title='zero days baby'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113216807610999860</id><published>2005-11-16T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:07:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day</title><content type='html'>one day too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113216807610999860?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113216807610999860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113216807610999860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113216807610999860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113216807610999860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-day.html' title='one day'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113209609507584089</id><published>2005-11-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:08:15.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two days</title><content type='html'>less than 48 hours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113209609507584089?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113209609507584089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113209609507584089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113209609507584089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113209609507584089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-days.html' title='two days'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113199325354668256</id><published>2005-11-14T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:34:13.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three days</title><content type='html'>approximately 76 hours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113199325354668256?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113199325354668256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113199325354668256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113199325354668256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113199325354668256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-days.html' title='three days'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113194626442145304</id><published>2005-11-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:31:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four days</title><content type='html'>just because I can't miss any&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113194626442145304?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113194626442145304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113194626442145304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113194626442145304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113194626442145304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/four-days.html' title='four days'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113182359263500882</id><published>2005-11-12T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:26:32.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>five days</title><content type='html'>lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113182359263500882?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113182359263500882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113182359263500882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113182359263500882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113182359263500882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/five-days.html' title='five days'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113173603538747958</id><published>2005-11-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:07:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>six days</title><content type='html'>and satsuma oranges are really really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113173603538747958?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113173603538747958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113173603538747958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113173603538747958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113173603538747958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/six-days.html' title='six days'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113164979811386421</id><published>2005-11-10T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:09:58.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven days</title><content type='html'>(or ten thousand eighty minutes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113164979811386421?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113164979811386421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113164979811386421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113164979811386421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113164979811386421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/seven-days.html' title='seven days'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113157832323029441</id><published>2005-11-09T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:18:43.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eight days</title><content type='html'>yes, that's right, eight days. way too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113157832323029441?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113157832323029441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113157832323029441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113157832323029441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113157832323029441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/eight-days.html' title='eight days'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-113053635386195557</id><published>2005-10-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:52:33.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Fridays are great days.</title><content type='html'>Today is my little siter's birthday. Unfortunately, she is about 3 inches taller than I am, but that does not change the fact that she is younger than me, and thus I can still callh her my "little" sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my dear Patch. I can't believe you are only 16. On birthdays it usually seems to be the other way around...we say "I can't believe you are already __," but it seems to me like you are older than this. God is doing great things in your life. Seek His face. I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Annie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-113053635386195557?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113053635386195557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=113053635386195557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113053635386195557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/113053635386195557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthdays-and-fridays-are-great-days.html' title='Birthdays and Fridays are great days.'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-112968853676386965</id><published>2005-10-18T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:22:16.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm kind of tired...</title><content type='html'>Today was a big day. I quit my job. I have three weeks left, which amounts to no more than six days, or a total of 36 hours. This doesn't really seem right, or normal, but then, when is something I do "normal"? And for that matter, what does normal really mean anyways? I really don't hate my job as much as it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wondered for a long time whether I am right or left brained...and while I suppose this didn't really help me, I find it strangely interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td colspan=2 align=left&gt;The higher of these two numbers below indicates which side of your brain has dominance in your life.  Realising your right brain/left brain tendancy will help you interact with and to understand others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr nowrap&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Left Brain Dominance: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.intelliscript.net/test_area/questionnaire/bar_graph.gif" width=96 height=12 alt="16"&gt;(16)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr nowrap&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Right Brain Dominance: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.intelliscript.net/test_area/questionnaire/bar_graph.gif" width=96 height=12 alt="16"&gt;(16)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intelliscript.net/test_area/questionnaire/questionnaire.cgi?q=right_brain_left_brain_2"&gt;Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a camera. Mine definitely does not work. I'm not sure how this is possible, but the film came back completely blank. I'm beginning to wonder about my knowledge of cameras. Perhaps I am just insanely stupid. Still, a new camera would be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks and three days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-112968853676386965?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112968853676386965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=112968853676386965' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112968853676386965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112968853676386965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-kind-of-tired.html' title='I&apos;m kind of tired...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-112837600236723752</id><published>2005-10-03T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:46:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Like Today</title><content type='html'>Today is probably the most boring busy day I have worked in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing and rainy outside and apparently supposed to snow tomorrow. I hope it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't mind the weather, I've got scarves and caps and sweaters."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-112837600236723752?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112837600236723752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=112837600236723752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112837600236723752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112837600236723752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-like-today.html' title='A Day Like Today'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-112769364154454550</id><published>2005-09-25T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:14:01.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back (says the voice on the radio)</title><content type='html'>There is a new trailer for The Goblet of Fire, which you can (and should) watch &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/gobletoffire/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Californ-I-A is on my mind. I'm thinking about making a weekend trip there. Would that be insane? Probably so. I think I will be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll walk to Hawaii..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-112769364154454550?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112769364154454550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=112769364154454550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112769364154454550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112769364154454550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-back-says-voice-on-radio.html' title='welcome back (says the voice on the radio)'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-112628518725382550</id><published>2005-09-09T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:59:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeful state of mind.</title><content type='html'>I am stuck somewhere between reality and wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall officially starts in 12 days. Why then, is it still 90 degrees outside?? And more than that, why am I constantly wearing sweaters to protect myself from the air conditioning?? This is not right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-112628518725382550?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112628518725382550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=112628518725382550' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112628518725382550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112628518725382550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/hopeful-state-of-mind.html' title='Hopeful state of mind.'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-112477218157477440</id><published>2005-08-22T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:43:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're bound to be afraid</title><content type='html'>Hey. I say "hey" too much. I sound like a....well something. Besides, who write a blog post that begins with "Hey"? (I do, apparently.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important (or not so important, it's up to you) things I have to say are these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your nearest Gap store and try on a pair of their jeans, whether or not you have any intention of purchasing them. They will give you a free iTunes download. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. About a Boy is movie worth seeing and I would really like to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My sister and I invented some "cool hot indie preppy clothes" which I do realize is a double oxymoron, but fun to talk about none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable, or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fours the lucky number tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:42 is the lucky time, it is bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-112477218157477440?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112477218157477440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=112477218157477440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112477218157477440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112477218157477440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/08/were-bound-to-be-afraid.html' title='we&apos;re bound to be afraid'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-112285556929590272</id><published>2005-07-31T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:19:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the cool air will rush your hard heart away</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days. One of the ones that was very nice and should have been much enjoyed. The lack of enjoyment of it on my part tells me something is wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selfish part of my heart is steadily growing larger and overtaking the miniscule thankful part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful things have happened, so many things seem so right. Yet, I sit here and wish I was some place else and instead of making the most of every situation, learning the best I can from every oppourtunity, and being thankful each day for the life I have been given, I set up shop and feel sorry for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only point of this post is to remind myself that I know exactly what is wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-112285556929590272?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112285556929590272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=112285556929590272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112285556929590272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112285556929590272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/07/cool-air-will-rush-your-hard-heart.html' title='the cool air will rush your hard heart away'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-112077500973767724</id><published>2005-07-07T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:23:29.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in case you were wondering</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm still alive, still buying shoes, and still listening to Nada Surf. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-112077500973767724?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112077500973767724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=112077500973767724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112077500973767724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/112077500973767724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='in case you were wondering'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111893016762847926</id><published>2005-06-16T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T06:56:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he is here. the day I thought may never come happened last night at around 6pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111893016762847926?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111893016762847926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111893016762847926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111893016762847926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111893016762847926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/06/he-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111767690037598297</id><published>2005-06-01T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:00:16.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>Seeing as how I was tagged by Andrea quite some time ago, I guess it is time I do this, eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total number of films I own on DVD/Video:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really own very many, if even any. My parents own a lot, probably like 15-20 on DVD, 35-40 on VHS. I'm not sure. I'm not very good at estimating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last film I bought:&lt;/b&gt; Again, I don't buy many films...Napoleon Dynamite was the last one someone in my house bought though...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last film I watched:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0349710/"&gt;Ladder 49&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059742/"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/a&gt; - I remember watching it from the time a was really little and thinking it was cool that Gretel was about my age (she is five...). My sisters and I used to watch this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106387/"&gt;Benny &amp; Joon&lt;/a&gt; - Is one of my favorites...it just is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054698/"&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/a&gt; - Definitely one of my all time favorites too. I have watched this a ton with my sisters as well, we have mostly all of it memorized, and quote it often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0144622/"&gt;St. Ives&lt;/a&gt; - So yeah, I guess I am kind of going for all the ones I love to watch with my sisters. :-P We just watched it last week...and have most of it memorized too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0047396/"&gt;Rear Window&lt;/a&gt; - This is probably my favorite Hitchcock film, and it was the first of his works I ever saw, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://www.theradleyporch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melodee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.hermionescharm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.somekindredspirits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; (hey, good thing you are coming home tomorrow!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: So, I guess I just won't tag anyone then...I realized after posting this that Melodee and Rach have already done it. I'm so behind the times, what can I say?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111767690037598297?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111767690037598297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111767690037598297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111767690037598297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111767690037598297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/06/films.html' title='Films'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111561205639092424</id><published>2005-05-08T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:14:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so incredibly small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111561205639092424?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111561205639092424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111561205639092424' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111561205639092424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111561205639092424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-so-incredibly-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111523692229509411</id><published>2005-05-04T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:02:02.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished...</title><content type='html'>I'm DONE!!!! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to never set foot on the campus of Montana State University-Billings again. For the past 58 minutes I have been enjoying the fact that I have graduated from college. Half way at least... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to celebrate. (said while typing with one hand as I eat the ice cream cone my mother just bought me with the other hand ;-) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111523692229509411?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111523692229509411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111523692229509411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111523692229509411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111523692229509411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/05/finished.html' title='Finished...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111488728062760065</id><published>2005-04-30T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:55:32.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I were...."</title><content type='html'>Andrea started this game on &lt;a href="http://www.somekindredspirits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kindred Spirits&lt;/a&gt; and tagged me. I am not going to tag anyone, so just answer if you feel like it. Or answer one. Or something cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scoop on how to play: I pick 5 occupations out of the list below and post my answers. Then I tag 3 other people to post their answers on their blog. If I tag you, and you don't want to be a part of this, then that is okay. Just let me know and I'll tag someone else. Make sure you note who tagged you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "questions": If I could be a scientist...If I could be a farmer...If I could be a musician...If I could be a doctor...If I could be a painter...If I could be a gardener...If I could be a missionary...If I could be a chef...If I could be an architect...If I could be a linguist...If I could be a psychologist...If I could be a librarian...If I could be an athlete...If I could be a lawyer...If I could be an inn-keeper...If I could be a professor...If I could be a writer...If I could be a llama-rider...If I could be a bonnie pirate...If I could be an astronaut...If I could be a world famous blogger...If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...If I could be married to any current famous political figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answers ~&lt;br /&gt;1. If I could be a scientist, I would most definitely be a marine biologist living someplace very near an ocean and be an underwater photographer on the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I could be a farmer, I would grow fields of sunflowers and spelt. And I would get to wear one of those very cool straw hats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I could be a missionary, I would go to Mexico. I would even learn let myself learn Spanish, which I have no desire whatsoever to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If I could be a psycholgist, I would write my own theory of development by combining all of the best parts of every theory I had ever read and discard the rest, and work only with children. Or else I would discover how to help young girls who have struggled with eating disorders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If I could be an astronaut, I would be fulfilling a dream I have had ever since I was a child. Although, I really don't think I would want to be an astronaut now, and would probably be too terrified to set foot in a space shuttle. Hey, it sounded fun with I was little. I guess I would rather just be an astronomer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111488728062760065?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111488728062760065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111488728062760065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111488728062760065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111488728062760065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-were.html' title='&quot;If I were....&quot;'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111457239748202827</id><published>2005-04-26T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:26:37.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surrealness</title><content type='html'>Today I feel as though I am floating above the surface of my life. But not because I feel that I am looking in on something that looks perfect. The past three days have been interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago I got a call from Brian. I went along talking about my day (because he so kindly asks about me first), and a few minutes later found out he had just been shot in the hand. Because we serve a God who loves to show us mercy beyond our comprehension each day of our small lives, the shot was from a bb and it only hit his hand. The more I think about that, the more amazed I am. Unfortunatley, the next day, for about 10 seconds, I believed him when he told me his hand had to be cut off because of gangrene. Yay for Anna, she is gullible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to believe that today was only something I dreamed. Only, I know better than that, because these things happen for a reason. Good things happened as well though, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've been mostly dead all day" is the way I feel. A girl in my class tonight says she is sure she has mono. I don't think that would be a good thing to have, but I sort of feel like it is a possibility. I pray it isn't though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my sisters, I have to say this:&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes ups &lt;br /&gt;out-number the downs,&lt;br /&gt;but not in Nottingham"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, that is from Robin Hood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, what can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111457239748202827?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111457239748202827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111457239748202827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111457239748202827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111457239748202827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/surrealness.html' title='The Surrealness'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111413205950874853</id><published>2005-04-21T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:07:39.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I learn from my father...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was National Stoner's Day. And we totally missed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it has been around since the 70's, but because of connections made possible through the wonderful world wide web, a whole lot more people know about it. The plan was to gather in one spot at 4:20pm and smoke a joint together, and from there, why stop, right? My dad heard this on NPR...I find it very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father (being the chemist that he is) told me today that snow traps a lot of nitrogen and is a natural fertilizer for the grass as it melts. He tried to explain to me how this works, but I was content to trust him that it does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also bought me an iPod for graduation. Can you believe it? I can't. I didn't think he really was going to. He even seems to be almost as excited about it as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week my hot water bottle and Emergen-C packets have been my greatest friends. I threatened myself that I would have to go to the doctor today if I woke up feeling worse. I guess it worked, because I think I am getting better. Plus, it's supposed to warm up again beginning tomorrow. Life goes on. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111413205950874853?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111413205950874853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111413205950874853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111413205950874853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111413205950874853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-i-learn-from-my-father.html' title='The things I learn from my father...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111403556724677313</id><published>2005-04-20T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:19:27.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea, this is all for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This post is for Andrea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to your convincing, I did not venture out into the snow and drive to class this afternoon only to find that it had been cancelled. No, I stayed at home where it is (kind of) nice and warm. Pitcures are the best I can do. ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/Snowpics001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The reason I did not go to class this morning. (Rachel took this picture through the window...it was kinda cold and snowy outside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/tulips.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor things. This is after it stopped snowing and started to slowly melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/heavysnow.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a reward for the wettest snow, we would win. The trampoline and the trees are sagging down from the weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111403556724677313?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111403556724677313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111403556724677313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111403556724677313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111403556724677313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/andrea-this-is-all-for-you.html' title='Andrea, this is all for you.'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111359193743914566</id><published>2005-04-15T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:05:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I ain't gonna let you rain on this parade"</title><content type='html'>Exactly two weeks from today, Friday, April 15th, I will be done with classes (officially). Then, the following Tuesday, I will be officially done with finals and my years at Montana State University-Billings will be complteted. Forever. I hope to never set foot on that campus again. ;-) This is a joyous thought for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those happy days, what can I say? Nothing has even happened, and the weather outside is not as nice as I had hoped for, but it is a great day, none the less. The Lord is gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a brief pause from what my typing, I am aware that my happiness is too often based on my life, on my money, on my friends, my family, and whatever the situation of the day may be. Something is out of proportion in this picture. I do not stop to think to myself that the Lord is gracious when I am having a bad day; when I am feeling the stress of school, or worrying my little head with things far beyond my control. Instead, I mope around feeling sorry for myself wishing I were someone else, or somewhere else, or both. Then there are times when I am reminded of this, such as right now, and what do I do about it? Nothing. Yes, that's right. I do nothing. I am too content in my making my own little world where my life seems to be going great, according to my will, and I keep running with that, rather than realizing the undeserved wonderful day God has given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O to grace how great a debtor&lt;br /&gt;daily I'm constrained to be!&lt;br /&gt;Let thy grace now, like a fetter,&lt;br /&gt;bind my wandering heart to thee.&lt;br /&gt;Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,&lt;br /&gt;prone to leave the God I love;&lt;br /&gt;here's my heart, O take and seal it,&lt;br /&gt;seal it for thy courts above."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take my hopes and take my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;so that Your vision may be mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are thoughts of a wandering mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111359193743914566?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111359193743914566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111359193743914566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111359193743914566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111359193743914566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-aint-gonna-let-you-rain-on-this.html' title='&quot;I ain&apos;t gonna let you rain on this parade&quot;'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111327651631100940</id><published>2005-04-11T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:28:36.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were here...</title><content type='html'>we would stay up late listening to music in the dark outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111327651631100940?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111327651631100940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111327651631100940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111327651631100940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111327651631100940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-you-were-here.html' title='If you were here...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111325290533989630</id><published>2005-04-11T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:02:54.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest your eyes, I love pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="364" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/letmein.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau wants to come inside so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="339" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/shadowland.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="370" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/daffs.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and feet are among my favorite things to take pictures of. This is odd, I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/holland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would like to visit Holland someday. This picture is strange, because you can see a pine tree in the background. Not really very Hollandish looking after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="356" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/eyes.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rachel says that I have Japanese eyes. I said she has round eyes, imagine that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111325290533989630?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111325290533989630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111325290533989630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111325290533989630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111325290533989630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/rest-your-eyes-i-love-pictures.html' title='Rest your eyes, I love pictures.'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111302488276751298</id><published>2005-04-08T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:34:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is only the beginning.</title><content type='html'>The sky has been screaming with a desire to rain all day. It has finally come. Yes, we have rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decidedly do not like driving in the dark, in the rain, or on torn up roads. Any combination of the three is definitely not for me, and all three taken together is most definitely not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tea...I am glad to say that I am now addicted to tea. (As long as it isn't black or green or white.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shins are marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Saturday and I am getting my hair cut. I am planning for it to be a beautiful day -- and I am aiming to try to make sure I think of it that way whether it feels beautiful, or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111302488276751298?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111302488276751298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111302488276751298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111302488276751298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111302488276751298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-only-beginning.html' title='This is only the beginning.'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111258974227257810</id><published>2005-04-03T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:43:35.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh daffodils...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/dark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the practically perfect daffodil I cut from the yard today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111258974227257810?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111258974227257810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111258974227257810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111258974227257810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111258974227257810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-daffodils.html' title='Oh daffodils...'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11837628.post-111231762768959638</id><published>2005-03-31T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:06:49.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newness of Things</title><content type='html'>The start of something new. It's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of a new month. Oh how I love new months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11837628-111231762768959638?l=einnamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/111231762768959638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11837628&amp;postID=111231762768959638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111231762768959638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11837628/posts/default/111231762768959638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://einnamarie.blogspot.com/2005/03/newness-of-things.html' title='The Newness of Things'/><author><name>Anna Murnion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05502677825723101964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y62/einnamarie/cover_al_las.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
