<?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-7272363909463416730</id><updated>2012-01-31T22:44:55.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos in the life of ME...with the addition of the newest club member...my HUSBAND</title><subtitle type='html'>July 30, 2011, marked the beginning of US.  We are happily newly married and we cannot wait to have lots of adventures together.  This is all new to us, and we're ready for the challenge of the journey.  Watch out world, here WE come!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-5820272534434906251</id><published>2012-01-31T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:44:55.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffy Eyes</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted, but have to tell this story.  More because I just need to get it out, and they best way I know how is by writing it down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my niece is spending the night at my mom's house tonight.  Ashley loves staying at Gigi's.  It makes her sooo happy!  She always says, "I wish we could put all hour houses together so we can have a HUGE house so we can all live together!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we made almond cookies :)  I had Ashley help, because she LOVES to help in the kitchen, and she's pretty good at it!  So as we're getting the almonds ready, Ashley says, "Cece, are these California Almonds?  I LOVE California almonds, and they lady said on tv that they're the best!"  Not knowing the commercial I said "yes" to please the 4 year old.  As we took the skins off the almonds, Ashley would say, "these California almonds are busting out of their skin!  And some of these are busting on to the floor!!  hahahahaha!"  I thought it was the cutest thing for her to say "busting"  she's SOO my niece :)  We had fun making and eating cookies, and lo a behold it was LATE.  WAY past her bedtime, so by now she's getting a little cranky pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my sister takes her to get ready for bed.  DRAMA occurs, after which I then take over and tell Ashley that I will put her to bed, this of course causes Mayhem and she's balling her eyes out, I mean completely balling.  I tell her that I'm sorry, but this is what happens when we don't listen.  Needless to say, Ashley still is having a break down, #1 because she doesn't have her "best friend Erin" putting her to sleep and #2 because by this time she is SOO SOO tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally convince her to go to her room and I'll read her a book, she's still sad Erin isn't putting her to bed, but Erin comes in to say goodnight, and that she loves her.  Ashely doesn't understand why Erin isn't putting her to bed, and we explained that it's because of her behavior and now it's late and Erin has to do her homework.  Ashley then says, "but I want Erin to still be my friend, why isn't she my friend anymore?  Why doesn't anyone want to be my friend?"  Perplexed, Erin and I both reassured Ashely that we each love her and are her friend, she says "ok, but no one at school wants to be my friend, I only have one friend at school and the other kids don't like me, why don't they want to by my friend?  How come no one at school likes me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!!!!  Talk about water in the eyes!!!  So (as I'm completely teary eyed again) I spent about 45 minutes explaining friends to Ashley, and that we don't have to have all our friends in one spot.  That it's ok to have only one friend at school and the others some other places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--side note-- I remember crying about not having friends, tho I don't think that cam until 2nd or 3rd grade, NOT when I was 4!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you comfort a 4 year old, who believes her world is not fair, and that she has no friends?  I am completely CRUSHED tonight from hearing my little niece say that to me.  My heart is crumbled, and my eyes are filled with tears.  I love this little girl with ALL my heart and more and I feel SOOOOOO  helpless.  I want everything for her, happiness, FRIENDS, EVERYTHING.  I feel like I'm kinda getting a taste of  "a mother's love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my EYES are PUFFY from crying over this and I'm not really sure what else to do. I feel like I sort of got through to Ashley about friends, and I'm hoping she goes to school somewhere different soon so she can be around different kids.  (for the record, my mom and I are NOT fans of the school she's at, but she'll hopefully not be there for too much longer AND right now it's the place that 'just works' for all other reasons I won't get into)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ashley, if you read this one day, life isn't always easy, nor fair.  People come into our lives for more reasons than we'll ever know.  It's not about the quantity of friends you have, it's about the quality.  The qualities that they have and the ones they bring out in you.  I now that I may know a lot of people, but I don't have a lot of friends, and I'm ok with that, because they ones that I have I cherish with all my heart.  I want you to know how beautiful you are, inside and out.  I want you to know that we all have our trials and moments where we feel like our hopes and dreams have been shattered, but I'm always here for you, and you have a Heavenly Father who watches out for you and loves you dearly.  I know that my daddy is looking down on you watching over you as well and hoping the best comes your way every day.  Don't let the pebbles in life knock you down, and when you feel like there is a boulder that is too heavy, ask for help, there will always be someone there to help.  I love you.  &amp;lt;3 Cece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-5820272534434906251?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5820272534434906251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=5820272534434906251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5820272534434906251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5820272534434906251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2012/01/puffy-eyes.html' title='Puffy Eyes'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-887143220390337134</id><published>2012-01-28T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:08:57.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up all night</title><content type='html'>I don't always find myself lost in a book.  I've tried book clubs, but I, for one, do NOT read fast enough to keep up with the group.  I DO however have a "Living Library."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is a Living Library?" you ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I respond with a sly "Jac-Attack of course!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have a verypuzzled look on your face and say, "Right...whatever you say."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finish by explaining.  A "Living Library" (in my own words), is someone who is your "go to" for book selections, or ideas of genres to read, or the modern day - real life "cliff notes," or the "you should read this book - and here's why" person, or "I'd have you read this book, but I'm not sure you'll LOVE it, so I'll tell you the brief summary and you tell me what you think."  In other words, (since I'm sure this isn't making any sense) Jac-Attack, my girl who is AMAZING when it comes to books.  Everything I've asked, she's read, or knows someone who's read, or has it on her 'to be read list' and still knows what the book my be about.  She is BETTER than Google, BETTER than Amazon's or Barnes and Noble's 'take a look inside the book.'  SHE, is a "Living Library."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do I title this  --- up all night --- ???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, thanks to Jaclyn, started reading  --Love Walked In -- by Marisa de los Santos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1kDW9OuGqKc/TyTFo-Q-GwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8QjnClmzkwI/s200/love-walked-in.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702900335857507074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last night, I couldn't put it down!  I started the book ages ago (see this is why I'm not in a book club), and had a little trouble in the beginning.  The book just starts.  You know, like you're right in the lives of the characters and it isn't until later that you get a lot of the background info on who, what, where, when, why.  In the middle/end of the book, DRAMA happens and I just couldn't help but keep reading.  So, last night, I just wanted to lay in bed and read.  To be kind to my husband, who had to work today, (yes, work on a Saturday) I turned the lights off, put on my running headlight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRlldOIzdA4/TyTFojPp3eI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VePijUBNirc/s200/41F4CRzIb4L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702900328604229090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(yes, folks, I was that desperate and wanted to stay warm andcozy in my bed, I didn't want to have to get up just because I was reading a book) and I read until I finished the book.  LOVE.  I'm a fan of the book, I was desperate enough to stay up all night and wear a headlight for crying out loud to finish, AND now I'm on my way out to get the next book by Marisa de los Santos --- Belong To Me ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRorOLrzU9U/TyTFhW-4A_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/nLAwPvyNcKI/s200/belong-to-me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702900205053543410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted on how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-887143220390337134?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/887143220390337134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=887143220390337134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/887143220390337134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/887143220390337134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2012/01/up-all-night.html' title='Up all night'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1kDW9OuGqKc/TyTFo-Q-GwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8QjnClmzkwI/s72-c/love-walked-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-9127334608201479223</id><published>2012-01-18T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:19:29.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 18th</title><content type='html'>Can we be over-scheduled?  It's the 18th of the month and I feel like so many things have already happened this month and there are so many more things that will occur.  I don't know how the rest of the world does it.  I mean, I'm young (relatively), in pretty good shape (ok just decent shape I suppose), work (but NEVER bring work home, no thanks), and married (but no kids), How is it that I'm busy?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me what I do, I cannot tell you.  If you ask me if I have time, I have none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not complaining, I'm just curious.  How can I be busy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-9127334608201479223?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9127334608201479223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=9127334608201479223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/9127334608201479223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/9127334608201479223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-18th.html' title='January 18th'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-878926608478517868</id><published>2012-01-09T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:10:59.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few quick things...</title><content type='html'>`I love that I work just 8 miles away from home.  I don't love that I drive on Interstate 580 to get there, but there are definitely worse things in life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`It's been 5 months of marriage, 11 years of knowing each other and we still have things to learn about each other.  Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`My family and my now extended family (which goes in lots of directions), ROCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Friends pretty much help the world go round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`I think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;-o loading daily, for what?  That mystical run that I'm going to do...right... NO, let's be honest, I could live off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; if I could!  Though I never feel that great when that's all I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`I want to be crafty.  I feel like I should have a knack for that.  My latest adventures with crafts are... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Homemade jam and jelly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aik-y93JU3k/Twvji5w4O1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/XjKi_6pSnCM/s1600/photo%2B4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aik-y93JU3k/Twvji5w4O1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/XjKi_6pSnCM/s200/photo%2B4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695896342501014354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cute girlie hair clips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yVppS4LRVI/TwvjihFtp1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/vYbhMLxHn_0/s200/photo%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695896335877515090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm currently working on a cute tote, and I want to start making my own skirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Shoes were made for walking in.  I have too many shoes to walk in.  I may have a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`I need more than 1 closet for my things. I know I have a problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Heat.  Done and done.  I slept in a sleeping bag a few nights cause I couldn't handle the cold.  Thank you Husband for putting in our pellet stove!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhn2qAG2aIE/TwvkZuKyFMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hjx3WkjFQs0/s1600/photo%2B5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhn2qAG2aIE/TwvkZuKyFMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hjx3WkjFQs0/s200/photo%2B5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695897284281242818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Even though there are moments that bring me down, I'm really blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-878926608478517868?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/878926608478517868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=878926608478517868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/878926608478517868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/878926608478517868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-quick-things.html' title='A few quick things...'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aik-y93JU3k/Twvji5w4O1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/XjKi_6pSnCM/s72-c/photo%2B4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-5570871300882566970</id><published>2012-01-04T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:07:54.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooving along, just get them shoes on and go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who actually read this, and know me, you'll remember that I ran my first half marathon way back when, October 2010 to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BldL8nJk-iU/TwVWRvnP3bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kLH5TgG79Kw/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694052166718709170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trained for almost 9 months and honestly enjoyed it! (what the heck was wrong with me?)  I loved the race, it was awesome!  I have to say that I promised myself this wouldn't be the last race I ran either.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, by the looks of the date... it's been OVER a year and I haven't been in a race.  I had an interesting experience when running the Nike Women's Half in SF.  It pretty much scarred me from running... but I'm BACK in the game and training all over again!!!! The race will be in October, which gives me plenty of time to train AND the best part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'VE GOT RUNNING BUDDIES!  YEP, REAL RUNNING BUDDIES!!!! WOOT WOOT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if anyone else is interested, just let me know, I'm all about having more people get in on the run!  I'm totally pumped, and even started a training schedule -- sweeeeeeet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do, want to start a "running team name" as of now I have my Gmail Calendar for running under "moovlikejagger" only because that was my "power song" when I was running the other day.  I don't think the boys on the team will go for that name, plus it's not totally original, SOOO back to the drawing board, any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-5570871300882566970?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5570871300882566970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=5570871300882566970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5570871300882566970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5570871300882566970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2012/01/mooving-along-just-get-them-shoes-on.html' title='Mooving along, just get them shoes on and go!'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BldL8nJk-iU/TwVWRvnP3bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kLH5TgG79Kw/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-3771527146954496511</id><published>2012-01-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:57:56.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2012</title><content type='html'>There are a few things I know to be true:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Everything happens for a reason.  I'm not saying that I agree or understand what happens, I just know it is all for a purpose.  Sometimes I later find the meaning and sometimes I don't, and I'm coming to terms with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Love is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We all have a  purpose, and I'm convinced that MOST of the people I hold so dear, I met in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor, IF you're on the wrong side of the sarcasm.  I'm a fan of being on the RIGHT side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Music was created for all the emotions, and there's nothing wrong with listening to a song a million trillion times over, if that's just how you feel.  I also find it totally OK to dance like you've never danced before to a song you listen to a million trillion times over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Your hobby does not completely define you, it is just an extension of who you are in that space of time.  I'm pretty sure I've had thousands of hobbies, and looking back it's really about what road I was on, my goals, my wants. I don't think a hobby has to be permanent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Technology RULES... most of the time.  Technology STINKS when: it doesn't work, you don't want it to work, too much information is shared, when you want to be alone... you get the picture, we've all been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* A woman (even tho I'm still a girl) needs to have her time.  Her time to veg, her time to cry, her time to laugh, her time with her girls, her time to conquer everything, her time to go crazy, her time to sing, her time to sleep, her time to play, her time, she needs her time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We WILL be together forever, there IS a plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Y2K all started in 1999 - what the?  Where has time gone? ... oh well, WELCOME 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-3771527146954496511?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3771527146954496511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=3771527146954496511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/3771527146954496511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/3771527146954496511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012.html' title='HAPPY 2012'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-7775779246702891612</id><published>2011-11-03T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:11:09.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Let's be positive and share 30 days of things we are thankful for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 I am grateful for a wonderful family!  I don't know what I would do without them, especially my mom.  I look up to my mom for all that she has endured and all that she stands for.  My mom and I are quite different than one another, but we are so close.  Thank you mama!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 I am thankful for a husband who is supportive of me daily.  No matter the day, time, emotion, or reason, he's there.  Thank you hubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 FRIENDS! I am so grateful for you all- you know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS-- I'm going to update more tomorrow, with pics, and this may change completely---who knows, until then, I have to go to sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-7775779246702891612?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7775779246702891612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=7775779246702891612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/7775779246702891612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/7775779246702891612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-days-of-thanksgiving.html' title='30 days of Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-7779173041965969528</id><published>2011-10-03T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:57:01.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJalqj7zBzE/ToqeSPkF6bI/AAAAAAAAANk/EA5HsXMBaHc/s1600/IMG_0281.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJalqj7zBzE/ToqeSPkF6bI/AAAAAAAAANk/EA5HsXMBaHc/s320/IMG_0281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659509917997197746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #1  People, it's true, &lt;b&gt;we got married&lt;/b&gt;, and Don't worry, we did NOT have a need to use this door.  Though the door was locked, soooo if there really was an emergency, what would we do?  AND... what really is behind this door?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 They say that your wedding day is one of the longest days of your life...Let's just say it was supper hot in Sacramento and I was totally over it by lunch time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VS_bK-YclV0/ToqeRyqkrHI/AAAAAAAAANc/S5wOdqcgvOg/s1600/IMG_0363.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VS_bK-YclV0/ToqeRyqkrHI/AAAAAAAAANc/S5wOdqcgvOg/s320/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659509910239751282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 This is our humble abode. ( and yes this is a crappy picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8ESFMQbvFo/Toqa01kQuLI/AAAAAAAAANU/LFzEDZ8KCS4/s1600/IMAG0149.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8ESFMQbvFo/Toqa01kQuLI/AAAAAAAAANU/LFzEDZ8KCS4/s320/IMAG0149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659506114267494578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8ESFMQbvFo/Toqa01kQuLI/AAAAAAAAANU/LFzEDZ8KCS4/s1600/IMAG0149.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4 We live in a construction site 24/7.  This is an old picture and we've gotten much further, but there are still moments when I feel like we've barely scratched the surface.  (Please note that the big box in the middle of the room is our toilet.  It is no longer in the middle of our entry way, it is installed, though I do love the slogan...BOLD. POWER.)&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7E7yo5JfWbg/ToqaQrl-zmI/AAAAAAAAANM/MsBDbt8sIzs/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7E7yo5JfWbg/ToqaQrl-zmI/AAAAAAAAANM/MsBDbt8sIzs/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659505493115063906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-7779173041965969528?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7779173041965969528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=7779173041965969528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/7779173041965969528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/7779173041965969528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2011/10/teaser.html' title='Teaser...'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJalqj7zBzE/ToqeSPkF6bI/AAAAAAAAANk/EA5HsXMBaHc/s72-c/IMG_0281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-1770092799430536973</id><published>2011-09-11T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T14:29:16.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true people, the rumors are TRUE</title><content type='html'>Some people just cannot believe after all these years, 10 to be exact, that David and I finally tied the knot!  We are so happy and ready for our new adventures.  We are both working to pay the bills and to support our new hobby of working on our HOUSE.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Home ownership&lt;/span&gt; is A LOT of work and takes up most of our days and evenings.  Once we are done, PARTY at our place!  Until then, work work work.  We sure have lots to update our friends on, and that is on its way.  For now, let's just spread the word, that YES indeed, we are MARRIED and loving life TOGETHER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-1770092799430536973?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1770092799430536973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=1770092799430536973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/1770092799430536973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/1770092799430536973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-true-people-rumors-are-true.html' title='It&apos;s true people, the rumors are TRUE'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-1871187119539777020</id><published>2011-07-06T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:08:42.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May...June...July</title><content type='html'>For those of you who put up with me, I say thank you.  For those of you who don't... I say nothing because you're not reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May, I love May because it is supposed to be getting warm and hints of summer peak through.  Unfortunately this May we did not get that....boo!!!  Memorial Day was cold, very cold, but we still got to remember those who have gone before us!!!  Let's be honest, with the way my life is going, I have NO recollection of what happened, oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June, I love June because there are lots of things I think about in June.  I always think of my dad, one of my dearest friends Becky, the end of school, hot sunny days, reading (I would have never put this down had it not been for Jac), playing outside, etc.  This June went way too quickly for us.  David and I were and still are busy planning a wedding and no matter how much time we spent planning, we just never felt like we got anywhere.  Needless to say, we ARE, thankfully, so we think, DONE with the plans.  Now, onto July...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July, I love July because after this July, I will always remember my WEDDING!  Ok, for those of you who know David and I, you may say "about time!"  or "aren't you already married"  or "really?"  but I say, there are still things in this life worth waiting for!   Invitations are out (if you didn't get one, holler and I'll send one your way), my dress and shoes- check!  David and the men: pants, shirts, ties- check!  (Uh oh, no shoes...ok mental note-check!) My niece and David's niece flower girlies- check!  Momma and Momma to be outfits- check!  Food and decor- check! Bridesmaid clothing- check!  What more could a girl ask for?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to keep y'all posted on the happs as they come...so I hope upon all hope that I can keep you posted...fingers crossed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-1871187119539777020?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1871187119539777020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=1871187119539777020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/1871187119539777020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/1871187119539777020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2011/07/mayjunejuly.html' title='May...June...July'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-7026515455597199569</id><published>2011-04-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:01:36.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Again...</title><content type='html'>Here I  am again, sitting at my computer thinking, "What should I do? Email?  Shopping? Facebook?  Diamonds?  Houses?  Email?" ...etc.  I never seem to know what I should do with my time on the internet, or rather, on the computer.  I have things I want to see, things I like to see, things I need to catch up on and things I randomly find just because I hit a wrong button.  Today I had a moment where I thought, "you blogged, so I should too!"  So here I am AGAIN...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see... what has happened since... NOVEMBER?!  Ahhhh...I'm pulling out my hair.  I do this way too often, write, don't write, write, don't write and every time I don't write I apologize, but today I'm not going to do that, I'm just gonna catch you up on my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December- fabulous and fun.  Christmas was again another success story.  I got up early in the AM and made homemade cinnamon rolls for not only my family, but David's as well.  He came over to get his batch and I headed out to see the fam bam at my sister's.  My niece was of course the LIFE of the  day.  I watched as she got up and saw what Santa had brought and then I was back home, showered and on my way to David's.  I got to open gifts with his family and hung out.  After that, we headed back out to my sister's house and did gifts, food, dessert and then sat on the couch (food coma).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January- Welcome welcome 2011.  What the?  When the?  How the?  Yup!  It's here folks...and it'll soon be gone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February- this is always a month of chaos in my family.  First, we still haven't recovered from Christmas...hehehe. Second, the fam still can't believe it's February and Third, we have three birthdays to celebrate!  First my oldest sis has a birthday on the 3rd, followed by my next sis on the 9th, and last but no least my bro in  law on the 11th and if this wasn't enough, we celebrated the Hallmark classic, Valentine's Day.  Don't get me wrong, I like Valentine's Day, but this year I was over it, and I personally think it's allowed ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March- It was here and then it was not.  I don't really think much happened in March and if something did, I'm sorry I don't remember... I hope no one is offended if March didn't make any such impact on my life...I do remember...no...no I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April-Wow, it starts off as a joke (get it?  April fools :) ... I know, I know...LAME.)  Then before I knew it, it was my birthday.  Another success of a celebration- thank you to all who made it special, fabulous, and everything in between.  I also had to play "mom" and take care of the house while the fam was is Disneyland, which by the way, I for the first time wished I could be there.  I know you (ok maybe just Jac) thinking "What the heck?  You hate Disneyland!  But I really did wish I was there to see my niece while she enjoyed every moment of the magical place. Can't believe it's almost the end of the month too!  Wow, time goes too quickly.  Just a few more days until May!  I wonder what the new month will bring?  Fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-7026515455597199569?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7026515455597199569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=7026515455597199569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/7026515455597199569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/7026515455597199569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-again.html' title='And Again...'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-6248189490127918603</id><published>2010-11-02T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:45:58.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are things worth waiting for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TNDjtSGpSrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jIqi3CKgiDQ/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TNDjtSGpSrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jIqi3CKgiDQ/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535174309131668146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As EVERYONE knows, the Giants just won the World Series.  Way to go team, way to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports have not been a staple in my life, but for the past few years, I have fallen for the Giants.  I have to say that it all started when I was invited to a Giants game with Jac.  We had recently become friends and she said- "Hey, I've got some tickets to a Giants game, wanna go?"  I of course said yes, because we were new friends- I couldn't let her down!  The game was fantastic- not too cold, not too hot, and I even went out special to get a "baseball" shirt.  Because I went to this game, it sparked a new interest.   Here we are ENJOYING a fabulous Giants game :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 452px; "&gt;&lt;img class="spotlight" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2122/125/57/506460951/n506460951_1859586_5501.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; -webkit-user-select: none; display: inline-block; height: auto; image-rendering: optimizequality; max-height: 100%; max-width: 100%; vertical-align: middle; width: auto; " /&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotosTheaterTags tagContainer" id="fbPhotoTheaterTags" style="height: 452px; left: 0px; position: absolute; top: 0px; width: 360px; "&gt;&lt;div class="tagsWrapper" style="display: inline-block; max-height: 100%; max-width: 100%; position: relative; vertical-align: middle; width: 360px; height: 270px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say that watching any sports game in person is the best.  You don't get the same feel when you are just watching on the television.  I think it has to do with the atmosphere, the fact that 98% of the other people are there rooting for the home team, and of course the great food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 452px; "&gt;&lt;img class="spotlight" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2122/125/57/506460951/n506460951_1859587_5657.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; -webkit-user-select: none; display: inline-block; height: auto; image-rendering: optimizequality; max-height: 100%; max-width: 100%; vertical-align: middle; width: auto; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 452px; "&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotosTheaterTags tagContainer" id="fbPhotoTheaterTags" style="height: 452px; left: 0px; position: absolute; top: 0px; width: 602px; "&gt;&lt;div class="tagsWrapper" style="display: inline-block; max-height: 100%; max-width: 100%; position: relative; vertical-align: middle; width: 604px; height: 453px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotosTheaterTags tagContainer" id="fbPhotoTheaterTags" style="height: 452px; left: 0px; position: absolute; top: 0px; width: 602px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Although, it's great to be at any sporting event, I have to say that the ultimate place to be- is CLOSE to the players.  I have never sat this close to the field before.  Jac was SO kind to invite me, and a couple of boys to this special game.  Way cooler than anything.  This game will definitely go down in history, not because of the game but because of the ride on the way to the game. One of the fine men we brought along with us needed to use the facilities and threatened to go while in traffic on the Bay Bridge- we of course did not want him to get arrested so we hurried off to a local high rise and sent him in.  (I know this is TMI and probably not funny to you- but if you were there, you'd be laughing right about now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the other day I was at work and a patient called saying "I can't make it to my appointment tonight, I have playoff tickets."  The best excuse EVER!  That set a spark which led to a fire! With a long story short, I ended up buying 3 playoff tickets to Game 4 and took my future mother and father in-laws.  It was FANTASTIC!  What an emotion game and thanks to Uribe- we took that game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://C6AA7EC8-A6B4-4D47-9934-86A65E50FCCC/68705_440885085951_506460951_5839899_1477023_n.jpg" alt="68705_440885085951_506460951_5839899_1477023_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now the Giants are World Series winners and what a momentous occasion.  People have been waiting for years and finally a dream come true.  What a deserving team!  Tears were shed and fireworks were lit.  Way to go Giants- You made it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-6248189490127918603?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6248189490127918603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=6248189490127918603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6248189490127918603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6248189490127918603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-are-things-worth-waiting-for.html' title='There are things worth waiting for...'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TNDjtSGpSrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jIqi3CKgiDQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-6427651816545699977</id><published>2010-10-11T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:19:54.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear bells?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TLN_HJ8NmmI/AAAAAAAAAME/fJi2fn3GQz0/s1600/3791498924_a3a374c1a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TLN_HJ8NmmI/AAAAAAAAAME/fJi2fn3GQz0/s320/3791498924_a3a374c1a4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526900928618011234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WHO? - Me&lt;div&gt;WHAT?!- I got engaged!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHERE?- Del Valle, we went kayaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN?- I know you'll say hopefully not too long, but we're thinking next summer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY?- Because we love each other, and IT'S ABOUT TIME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, crazy right?!  I'm so excited and happy.  I have to admit that the planning and getting a to do list together has been crazy.  I have lots to think about and lot to plan....wish me luck!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-6427651816545699977?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6427651816545699977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=6427651816545699977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6427651816545699977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6427651816545699977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-you-hear-bells.html' title='Can you hear bells?'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TLN_HJ8NmmI/AAAAAAAAAME/fJi2fn3GQz0/s72-c/3791498924_a3a374c1a4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-4630397810928373415</id><published>2010-06-11T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:27:14.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circuit Training- Ever Heard Of It?</title><content type='html'>What?!  So Tuesday &lt;div&gt;Thi says- "did you get the email about training tonight?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say "No, what are doing?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thi- "Circuit Training!  I'm nervous!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Oh wow!  Wait...what's circuit training?" (I think to myself, I have a circut machine...is it                 anything close? LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thi- "It's like push ups, sit ups, and stuff."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Oh great I'm screwed!  I'm going to die!  I can't do push ups...great- we still on for training?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thi- "Heck yeah- see you there!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to the work out I was a little confused.  I didn't know what to expect.  We started out on a 1 mile run.  Then coach Tim put us in 3 groups.  Easy enough right?!  Wrong.  He then told us what our circuit training would be.  Each group would rotate through each exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circuit #1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;V-ups, which are sit ups in which you must bring your legs AND upper torso up at the same time, creating a V.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push ups, regular "boy" push ups and each time you have to alternate lifting a leg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forward lunges, making sure your lower knee almost hits the ground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that circuit coach says- run once around the field!  What?!  You want me to run?!  huh?  Well better get to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circuit #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forward Planks, you get into "boy push up position" and put your forearms on the ground  keep your body straight and tight like a plank!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mountain Climbers, again "boy push up position" this time keeping knees bent " alternate bending of legs by pushing one out while the other is bent and brought in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Side Squats, make sure while you do this you're "sitting" on a very LOW chair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the second circuit coach says- run another lap!  "AHHHHH!!!"    We come back, and Coach Tim says, halfway there!  So we repeat circuit #1, run a lap, repeat circuit #2 and run TWO laps.  After which we stretch, breathe, and hope to die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll give you the little run down of the fun.  Here's where it all took place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJ-ohlKp2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/e5y7EOtx8aQ/s1600/Snapshot+2010-06-11+11-05-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJ-ohlKp2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/e5y7EOtx8aQ/s320/Snapshot+2010-06-11+11-05-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481582931137439586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pink line shows ONE lap = 1/2 mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The green circle is where we did our circuits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all we Ran 1 mile + circuit #1 + 1/2 mile run + circuit #2 + 1/2 mile run + circuit #1 + 1/2 mile run + circuit #2  + 1 mile run = 3 miles of running, circuit #1 and #2 two times and delirium.  :)  OH the joy of training!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-4630397810928373415?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4630397810928373415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=4630397810928373415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4630397810928373415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4630397810928373415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/06/circuit-training-ever-heard-of-it.html' title='Circuit Training- Ever Heard Of It?'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJ-ohlKp2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/e5y7EOtx8aQ/s72-c/Snapshot+2010-06-11+11-05-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-6615954952416953625</id><published>2010-06-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:48:53.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make it enjoyable!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was our 2nd official coached run at the Berkeley Marina.  I have to say that there are a few things I like about the coached runs and a couple of things that are challenging.  (the nice thing, there are definitely more things I like about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I love that I get to be with my teammates... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJsvYg18UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pSwH9-db-5w/s320/IMG_4104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481563257753170242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's challenging?!  Getting up early on a Saturday to be in Berkeley and ready to run at 8:00AM!!!  Now I'm usually an early riser and enjoy have the whole day to do whatever I'd like, but there is just something about getting up that early in the morning to run that is challenging for me.  I mean I have to say that I still haven't found that LOVE for running, that I hope to attain so maybe that's my hang up.  I just need to suck it up and be HAPPY to get up early on my Saturday to go run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJ0RpYyMqI/AAAAAAAAALM/uthksc4qN9I/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481571542979719842" /&gt;Ok hello?!  Look at how nice this trail is.  I mean now that I've gotten up early, made my way to Berkeley, am freezing because the sun hasn't even gotten up yet, look at where I'm running!  I LOVE IT!  I love the water and it is soooo nice to be able to have a nice little cool breeze from the water hit you while you run!  I love that we've gotten to run in nice places so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There really isn't thing else that I find challenging about these runs.  I just have to "Get over myself!!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we complete a run it's exhilarating!  Before we think about the honorees, past and present and those whom we have a special connection to.  That is really what keeps me motivated in this quest.  By the time I am done running, I am just grateful to be healthy enough to run.  Besides, look at how gorgeous the marina was when we were done!   Loving the BLUE sky!&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJz9GBT_0I/AAAAAAAAALE/ccJaXHQ0zoA/s320/IMG_4105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481571189888646978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Elle Woods from  Legally Blonde says, "Exercise gives you endorphins.  Endorphins make you happy..."  So true- I mean look at how happy we are!  To add to the fun of completing yet another great coached run, we went to breakfast at the greatest place in Berkeley thanks to our friend Maja!  She used to live in the area and came to support us in our training run!  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.rickandanns.com/"&gt;Rick &amp;amp; Ann's&lt;/a&gt; - Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJ2Vgt9vQI/AAAAAAAAALc/TttsR9f-CU4/s1600/12666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJ2Vgt9vQI/AAAAAAAAALc/TttsR9f-CU4/s320/12666.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481573808395369730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if that wasn't enough- we made our day complete and totally enjoyable with a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.lululemon.com/"&gt;Lululemon&lt;/a&gt;!  (The cutest yoga/work out clothes EVER!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJ2vf_f0lI/AAAAAAAAALs/ca5WtKPVH3c/s1600/3608390904_2524164df9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJ2vf_f0lI/AAAAAAAAALs/ca5WtKPVH3c/s320/3608390904_2524164df9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481574254877069906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-6615954952416953625?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6615954952416953625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=6615954952416953625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6615954952416953625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6615954952416953625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-make-it-enjoyable.html' title='Let&apos;s make it enjoyable!'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TBJsvYg18UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pSwH9-db-5w/s72-c/IMG_4104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-6396306038088599486</id><published>2010-06-03T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:05:11.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three is the magic number</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TAiHqZGWxBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nFovr3AFd0w/s320/june3rdthreemil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478778109058008082" /&gt;   I can run 3 miles! What?!  Um yes, I did it today.  I had no clue that I could do it and to be honest, I thought it was a fluke that I could run 3 miles.  I did it last Saturday as a part of my first coached run.  Totally thought it was the adrenaline that got me the whole way, but let me tell you, I did it!  I am so grateful to have health and strength to be able to run that far.  I love being outdoors and that you to mother nature she has allowed the sun to stay out long enough for me to get in a run after work!  I hope it stays super sunny and not too hot so I can keep it up and continue to share in the journey.  I'm happy to report, that though I may not consider myself "a runner" I feel like I am well on my way!  Hooray!  Thanks for all the support :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/nikesf10/ttanihara"&gt;http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/nikesf10/ttanihara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-6396306038088599486?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6396306038088599486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=6396306038088599486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6396306038088599486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6396306038088599486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-is-magic-number.html' title='Three is the magic number'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/TAiHqZGWxBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nFovr3AFd0w/s72-c/june3rdthreemil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-399931333330547518</id><published>2010-05-24T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:26:31.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run run as fast as you can, you can catch me, I'm not the gingerbread man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/S_tNRNDjMBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/E3KHwAb0GFg/s1600/IMG_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/S_tNRNDjMBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/E3KHwAb0GFg/s200/IMG_4062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475054729956634642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A year ago I had chatted with my girlies about running the Nike Women's Marathon.  It's held every year in October in fabulous San Francisco.  My bestie Jac-Attack and I, thanks to the help of Rach decided to "be serious" about it and we went to RoadRunner Sports where we ran on treadmills and figured out exactly what kind of shoes we should be buying for ourselves.  While running on the treadmill we got to see how we ran (I am a very inefficient runner).  We also had to walk on this pad so we could see what kind of arch support we needed.  Once completed, Jac and I left with a new pair of shoes.&lt;div&gt;Let's be honest, I wasn't serious and I didn't run marathon, a half marathon, or a 5K. I did however start walking more and jogging on occasion, which in reality jogged about 2 times a week which was a huge step in the right direction.  I went for more hikes last year than I had in my entire life and even was diligent in using my Precor which I have had since I turned 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, let's cut to the chase, I'm still not a runner and I can usually manage my 1 mile, but thinking about 13.2 is ridiculous!  Absolutely ridiculous- I die when I think about running long distances. Argh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Thi came into work one day and said "let's sign up with Team in Training and do the Nike Women's Marathon!"  I didn't even think, I reacted and signed up right then and there!  Heck yes sister friend- it's official- I'm going to run the Nike Women's HALF-Marathon October 17, 2010 and training started today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help support in anyway you can- and I promise I'm committed to updating my official Team in Training Blog!  I already have pics and fun info...so check it out!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/nikesf10/ttanihara"&gt;http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/nikesf10/ttanihara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/nikesf10/ttanihara"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ps and btw- I bought two pairs of shoes last year and this is a pic of my still new in the box pair, not my I've been using for a year pair! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-399931333330547518?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/399931333330547518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=399931333330547518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/399931333330547518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/399931333330547518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/05/run-run-as-fast-as-you-can-you-can.html' title='Run run as fast as you can, you can catch me, I&apos;m not the gingerbread man!'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/S_tNRNDjMBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/E3KHwAb0GFg/s72-c/IMG_4062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-3961919932512932152</id><published>2010-02-07T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:34:54.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish out January</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm nearing the middle of February I feel it is best I catch up on the remaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happs&lt;/span&gt; of January.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...talking- yes I'm pretty good at that.  Public speaking?! Not so much, though I had the "great opportunity" (as many proclaim) to give a talk.  I usually don't mind giving talks, but this was the first time that I've had to do this in years! No worries though, it all turned out well- thank goodness.  I ended my talk with my favorite take home message-  "The $20 Dollar Bill"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...work- yes I have my moments- we all have moments when we doubt what we do.  I was feeling discouraged about work and was very confused.  We recently had a "team member" leave our office.  Since then, we have all pulled together.  Even though we are more busy and have more "work" to do and catch up on, we're all happier and more relaxed.  Sometimes things just happen for a reason, this time it was for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...driving- yes I like to drive, though no I don't like driving alone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SLO&lt;/span&gt; is like another "home" it's a mix of a vacation spot and another place I'm absolutely comfortable in.  I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SLO&lt;/span&gt; for the weekend and had a blast.  I didn't realize that one of my friends who had graduated last year was going to be down there the same weekend.  FUN!  I didn't do too much while there, though I did make my traditional homemade cinnamon rolls- which were a success, got orange cranberry scones from The Apple Farm, did a quick Costco run, made dinner, went out to dinner, watched a movie,  and shopped.  (notice how most of the things I did was related to food?  that's why I consider it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vay&lt;/span&gt;-cay-- I always eat way too much on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vay&lt;/span&gt;-cay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that finishes up my January, now for my next post, catch up on February since we're almost half done!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', serif;color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-3961919932512932152?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3961919932512932152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=3961919932512932152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/3961919932512932152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/3961919932512932152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/02/finish-out-january.html' title='Finish out January'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-9147795161015170738</id><published>2010-01-21T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:39:41.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>sometimes i sit and think about my life and how i thought i had it all figured out when i was 16 and then when i was 18 and of course when i was 21.  let me tell you, most of the planning i had done- didn't work out.  am i sad? for the most part no.  do i laugh at myself?  all too often.  do i think i have my life planned out now?  yeah right- no chance!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided that i am embracing life as it is and enjoying it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday i talk with my patients about life.  (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not one of those hygienists who show you random pics of my dog...i don't even have a dog nor do i want one!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the type of hygienist who loves to talk and when i say love i mean LOVE.  most people ask me "when the girl is talking to me, am i supposed to answer?  i mean how am i supposed to answer while her hands are in my mouth?"  i love that question!  why do i love that question?  because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the type of hygienist who majority of the time is telling you a story- when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not telling you a story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; asking questions, but i give my patients a chance to answer the question-- hands removed from the mouth and all.  i do have a few patients who continue to try to talk even when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; but my instruments back in their mouth and by some miracle i understand what they're saying.  crazy i know, but as you get to know me more you understand it all more clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that the background info is out there---let's get back on track.  so i talk with my patients about life.  i talk about everything.  i have gotten some of the best advice from my patients.  most of the people i see are adults (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not an adult- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still growing up that's why i get advice from my patients).  i enjoy hearing so many different points of view on a single subject.  topic of the month for me has been family traditions.  with the holidays behind us i as everyone how they celebrated.  some celebrate Christmas, some Hanukkah, and some not at all.  no matter which holiday was or was not celebrated, everyone celebrates differently.  there has not been a single tradition that has been the same for anyone.  i LOVE that.  it gives me great ideas for traditions i want to have when i someday have a family of my own.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always "future thinking" and hope that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to keep some of my family traditions as well as create some of my own with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday is an adventure.  sometimes i like the adventures that i embark on and sometimes i don't.  sometimes i am stubborn.  sometimes i love the way my hair looks and sometimes my outfit actually matches the purse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; chosen to use for the day.  sometimes my niece says "CC stay here" and i think to myself why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love life and the fun that it is- some days are better than others and i still love life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-9147795161015170738?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9147795161015170738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=9147795161015170738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/9147795161015170738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/9147795161015170738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-8372809770249811019</id><published>2010-01-10T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:15:29.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR- ten days late :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/S0qf1z4l5aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PzoPkD_SoOQ/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/S0qf1z4l5aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PzoPkD_SoOQ/s400/fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425324447930639778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, why is it so hard to keep up with you?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy new years friends!!!  I cannot believe 2010 is here.  I always remember as a little girl thinking by the time it's 2020 we'd all be living like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jetsons&lt;/span&gt;.  Unfortunately I don't think in just ten short years we'll be able to have our lives changed that much, though prove me wrong and I'm totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to say first and foremost that I'm am glad to welcome in the new year and say goodbye 2009 with a big smile :)  Last year was a little crazy.  I cannot pin point exactly the things that made 2009 crazy though there can be a long list made.  I've decided to not bore you with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crazyness&lt;/span&gt;, and just get you excited about 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have recently become an advisor for 14-15 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt; :)  I have to say that when I was initially asked to work with these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt; I was super scared and did not know what the heck I was going to do. In a few short weeks I already have a large place in my heart for each and every girl.  We have lots of fun and believe it or not, I highlighted one of the girls hair yesterday :) Hooray for fun times I tell you and here's to many many more fun times with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My super cute niece is learning, laughing, and talking tons more!  She still calls me "CC"  which I hope sticks for all the little nieces and nephews to come. (There are no nieces and or nephews on their way, though I can continue to wish and hope).  Ashley got to go see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt; and was of course scared of him, though never cried- that a girl- that a girl (photos to be added soon).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for all the other little tidbits in my life, I continue to have opportunities for growth placed in front of me daily.  I know that life isn't mean to be easy and I'm learning to not run faster than I have strength.  I can see that this year already holds great things for my life--- I can't wait to get this year rolling and keep you posted!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ugh- I will work on keeping you posted :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/S0qf1z4l5aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PzoPkD_SoOQ/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-8372809770249811019?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8372809770249811019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=8372809770249811019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/8372809770249811019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/8372809770249811019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-ten-days-late.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR- ten days late :)'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/S0qf1z4l5aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PzoPkD_SoOQ/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-8755057332673219960</id><published>2009-11-19T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:13:45.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing to catch up...</title><content type='html'>Life has been crazy busy...and...here we go!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SwYQPBltC-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/EIqEzhfU0Cs/s320/IMG_3719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406026253015518178" /&gt;  My fun-fabulous wedding in Seattle Washington, was for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Khushy&lt;/span&gt; who had a semi-traditional Indian wedding.  I really wanted to submerge myself in the culture and festivities, and what better way than to go out and get the right attire.  Thank you Berkeley for your help in finding a great outfit (though do not be surprised, this outfit was VERY low key compared to all the other outfits.  I though originally that I would be "fancy" enough, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... yeah not so much, I was just "nice" looking rather than "fancy").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley is growing like a weed.  First of all she doesn't call my by my name, she calls me "CC" and I just think it's absolutely adorable.  She loves watching me get ready in the morning.  She's started to say "make up! make up!"  She has two favorites when I'm getting ready, one is "eyes, 'CC' eyes?"  and she wants me to put mascara on her eyes (we pretend and as I get close to her eyes she backs up and her eyes flutter, though she lights up when I say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; Ashley look how pretty").  Second is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mmmmm's&lt;/span&gt;"  now that's Ash's nickname for chap stick and oh how she loves that.  Once she has her chap stick on, don't get too close or even ask for a kiss because heaven forbid you may mess it up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*  Now she's 2 and loving life, learning everyday and getting into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mischief&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SwYRFa87pyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wmYiBQmTCLs/s320/IMG_3720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406027187536766754" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SwYRTxXfFMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i7R1GYD5Veo/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406027434071889090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later in the month, Elizabeth and Jess got married, soo cute.  The wedding was low key and beautiful.  I have a hard time with elevation and here Elizabeth and Jess got married at a look out at 9,000ft!  I thought I was going to die, though I was able to hold it all together for the wedding.  The reception was great, held in town (Boulder UT, yes Boulder, UT) and there was a great turn out for the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SwYSDR86_7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/99rK_aIp-_g/s320/IMG_3805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406028250272694194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we move right along to good ol' Halloween!  Ash loved the pumpkin patch and got to ride on a pony, ride on a train or in her words "choo choo", and run around in the pumpkin patch.  We had such a fun time, it took me back to my childhood and I even got to pick out a pumpkin to take home with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture isn't the best, though this is pre-Halloween and Ash is dressed as a fairy princess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SwYSeEFBT9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/tD7Or7NQvyk/s320/IMG_0404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406028710405033938" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SwYSpkBoGjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DRORMo-tW1M/s320/IMG_3850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406028907959294514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a lame post, choppy and disorganized :( boo to me....but at least you got a quick update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SwYQPBltC-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/EIqEzhfU0Cs/s1600/IMG_3719.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-8755057332673219960?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8755057332673219960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=8755057332673219960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/8755057332673219960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/8755057332673219960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/11/racing-to-catch-up.html' title='Racing to catch up...'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SwYQPBltC-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/EIqEzhfU0Cs/s72-c/IMG_3719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-4121777175748084289</id><published>2009-09-17T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:56:17.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Again...</title><content type='html'>Well here it is again....shocking? NO!  I will keep up the posting... just not tonight! :) hehehe I need a little rest :)  lovies to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-4121777175748084289?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4121777175748084289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=4121777175748084289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4121777175748084289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4121777175748084289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-again.html' title='And Again...'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-6080509253105259337</id><published>2009-06-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:58:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shining Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SjSdGLJ1_4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/VGArv5aa6-8/s1600-h/IMG_7963.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/to_be_a_star-you_must_shine_your_own_light-follow/187933.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SjScIB6Xj1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-CedogHd5GI/s320/IMG_7970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347070319361757010" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SjSb58BSiWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lRjsl5nl1-0/s400/IMG_7973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347070077262006626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rebecca Williams was a shining star to everyone.  Becky was the type of person you met and loved instantly.  She had a smile that would like up a room and a sense of humor that could keep you laughing for hours.  Becky had the biggest heart which everyone was jealous of.  There were no ill words spoken of anyone and her arm was always extended to those in need even if it was hard for her to do.  She never complained and she always said thank you.  Becky was a mother of a beautiful daughter Brooklyn.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lost Becky one year ago today.  We lost her to cancer.  She was a fighter.  She never complained or said why me.  She stayed as positive as she could and as always asked how we were even when she was in the most pain.  Her life went quickly and the last time I got to see her was shortly before she passed.  It was a moment of heartache- one that I hope to never have to go through again, but I have to say that I do feel blessed to have been able to whisper in her ear the things I wanted to thank her for.  Becky couldn't respond to what I say, but by the way she breathed I knew she heard me.  A heartfelt moment I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SjSdGLJ1_4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/VGArv5aa6-8/s320/IMG_7963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071386994474882" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her husband Jesse and daughter Brooklyn along with her father, mother, brother and two sisters are the ones who help Becky's legacy live on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most people hope to have a legacy that will be remembered by those they love.  I know that Becky's legacy of love, compassion, honesty, meekness, beauty, integrity, and virtue will live on in the life of Brooklyn.  She knows that her mother is in heaven watching over her.  Brooklyn will grow up knowing of her mothers legacy because of the stories we tell of her.  We will continue to talk about Becky as much as we can so that she can not only live on for Brooklyn but for us as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I would have known Becky more than I did, but I know that when the day comes when I too shall pass through the veil, she will greet me with open arms and that beautiful smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you Becky- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-6080509253105259337?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6080509253105259337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=6080509253105259337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6080509253105259337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6080509253105259337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/06/shining-star.html' title='A Shining Star'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SjScIB6Xj1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-CedogHd5GI/s72-c/IMG_7970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-3464377646004028823</id><published>2009-06-01T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:08:54.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I need help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SiSr_HZfSLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zhfWQ3C_WNE/s1600-h/IMG_3169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SiSr_HZfSLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zhfWQ3C_WNE/s320/IMG_3169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342584158774315186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addictions can be dangerous, lucky for me, I don't have any additions. :)  Hahaha- ok let's be serious - and stop the denial!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since summer is upon us, I figured that spring cleaning should be nearing an end!  Every year I tell myself that I'm going to be better next year. I'm going to make sure I clean out the closet LONG before the shopping season begins! (for those of you who don't know, one of my favorite stores is Nordstrom and when their women and children's half yearly sale begins, that is the opening to shopping season)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately this year I've been behind schedule, though I haven't delayed the shopping.  Here is the top shelf in my closet, one of my closets that is.  This picture depicts only some of the jeans which I own.  One may say, "wow that girls wears a lot of jeans" where another may say "goodness who needs all those jeans"  while I say "even though I can't wear jeans to work, I still need a variety.  What if I want to wear this shade or that shade, or pick a length- flats or heals? I mean the pockets do tell all and each brand has a different pocket and each can come in different colors!"  Now if you're my mom you'd say- "you're crazy, no one needs all those jeans and goodness, those don't include the ones in the wash or your jean capris or your jean shorts, not to mention your non-jean pants capris and shorts- girl you have a problem!" (ps sorry the jeans aren't coordinated- I threw them up to take a pic) (pps some might ask how many jeans I have- if you count only the long jeans I have at least 20 pair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tops- I never have any tops to wear and that is no fun.  I have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SiSuyMvNH6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/-uQGftf50Uw/s320/IMG_3170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342587235404160930" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;say that most women - well actually just the ones I associate with say that they never have any tops to wear!  I feel the same way sister friend I feel the same way!  I NEVER can find a cute top to go with anything.  I have to say that, though you only say my jeans, I have a plethora of bottoms- probably more than 60 if you count jeans, pants, dress pants, capris, and shorts- *sigh* though there's never anything to wear with it.  To the right are some of my tops.  Now I love to coordinate but again some of the things were just thrown in for picture purposes. These tops are mostly t-shirts (but nice ones, not including my lounge-y shirts that I work out in or those that are like the "Hanes" type), and button up tops both short and long sleeve).  So as you can see here, and even with my sweaters or shirts that can't be hung (which are not pictured) it is clear that I have NO tops to wear!  Grrrrr- what is a girl to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may say well that doesn't seem too bad and others may say- wow that girl is crazy.  I am a girlie girl- and I love to shop.  I enjoy being fashionable and I love color coordinating all my things.  I have another closet that has dresses, skirts and jackets too.  I have something in almost every color and sometimes every shade of color too.  I have a purse for every color of the rainbow and enough shoes to wear a different pair each day for too many days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a little side note of me- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;I know I have a lot of clothes but I still have nothing to wear. There are a lot of things I need in life but unfortunately they don't all fit in your purse. You can't control everything. Your hair was put on your head to remind you of that. I like shoes that cost as much as a car payment. It's okay if I don't know what I'm doing, no one else does either. At least I look better doing it. Do you ever look in the mirror and ask "What is my hair doing and why didn't it mention anything to me before deciding to do it? I know I have a lot of clothes but I still have nothing to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to hold back but I can't- though not all the shopping is for me.  I sometimes buy things for friends and family too- they are the lucky recipients of this disease- or whatever it's called.  On another side note, I do by the way buy and own all my clothes- no credit card companies half own my things- if I can't afford it, I don't own it- which helps the splurging.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well friends, now that I've shared some info on me, I hope this doesn't make you think less of me.  I'm still me- clothes and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-3464377646004028823?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3464377646004028823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=3464377646004028823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/3464377646004028823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/3464377646004028823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-need-help.html' title='Do I need help?'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SiSr_HZfSLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zhfWQ3C_WNE/s72-c/IMG_3169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-2746192581016997042</id><published>2009-05-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:00:11.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/Sgems4sOd6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/nloO-_EVKSg/s1600-h/IMG_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/Sgems4sOd6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/nloO-_EVKSg/s200/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334415573705979810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Mama's Day!  To begin- this is a picture of the homemade red velvet cupcakes I mad for my mama on Mama's Day!!!  They actually were really good- YAY!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure everyone will say that they have the best mother, and you know what?! I'd agree- I think that every woman (whether a mother or future mother) is the best.  I cannot tell you how many women have touched my life.   Let's just take the obvious, my mom.  Words will never be able to describe the absolute pride that I have for my mom.  I look up to her in more ways than I could ever list.  I'm not sure how good I was in the life before, or who I paid off but I sure am glad I got the mother that I did.  Even though my  mom and I have had our moments- as do all the great women- we still have unconditional love for one another.  At a drop of a hat, and sometimes even before (cause she's sooo intuitive) she's there without fail.  Mom, I love you- and even though I don't tell you enough, I love you more and more each day for the woman you are and for the inspiration you are to me.  I know that someday when I become a mother I will have had the best example there ever was to follow after.  You rock my world woman- you rock my world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other women I'm thankful for... (only a short few)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hawaii Grandma- I love my grandma.  She is amazing.  I again cannot say enough about her.  She is 86 years old and still going strong.  She is a strong willed woman and there is not stopping her.  My favorite memory of her was when we would go and visit her in the summer and while eating dinner she'd whisper to me saying "now eat all the good stuff first, then a few of the vegetables that way you don't have to eat  all the vegetables.  You can tell them you're full- but don't forget, always save room for dessert!"  Till this day I always save room for dessert!  Grandma is also an amazing seamstress.  She can make just about anything.  If you see something in the store- let her see- cause she'll probably just go  home and make it- she's that good!  Baby blankets- she's made multiple- clothes you name it and she's still making them for herself and others.  She rocks too- I love her deeply!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stockton Grandma- My "Stockton Grandma" passed away a little over 15 years ago.  I was 10 at the time.  I have fond memories of her.  We used to go monthly to my grandma's house to hang out take her shopping and all sorts of things.  My grandma was the one who was the chef.  We had the best food whenever we'd go to her house.  She always had cookies, homemade of course (now you know where I got that from too), she had apricot trees in the back and we'd always get walnuts and use the nut cracker to get the walnuts out of the shell.  Every year we'd go to her house for the traditional Japanese cuisine for the new year!  At the time my young taste buds were not acquired to the Japanese cuisine- though I wish they were.  Now I long to see what some of the yummy food tasted like :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nancy- This is an old neighbor who is too great for words as well.  I've known Nancy since I was about 8 years old.  She is the most mild mannered woman around.  She never raises her voice and treats everyone with kindness.  She is a mother of three boys yet she still makes time for girlie moments- and I love that!  We still go out on occasion to catch up on the happenings of our lives- she even brings birthday and Christmas gifts to me every year!  Nancy- You're fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorraine-Ah yes my Chinese mother- hahaha.  Well here's how the story goes.  I met Mme. (Madame) when I was a wee 8 years old as well.  I was a tiny lad and scared to go to my sister's school (being that she was in high school).  My sister was, at the time taking french and it just so happened we were at a back to school night and I had the wonderful opportunity to meet Mme.  The first time we met I remember her speaking to me in french, and as a young lad I just thought she was crazy so I gave her a dirty look- we still laugh about that today!  Though my oldest sister didn't continue in french my second sister did and then I later TA'd for her my freshman, sophomore, and junior year.  She finally convinced me my senior year to actually take french which I did.  While in high school she was my mom away from home- the one I could go to whenever needed and just be comfortable- Plus it was fun to tell kids I was really her kid- they believed us cause "all asians look alike" right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last but not least Becky-  Becky was a woman to look up to.  She was only two years my senior and yet wise beyond her years.  She gave birth to Brooklyn just a few short years ago.  Becky was the most loving person.  The words don't even come when I'm thinking of her, but the emotions do.  Becky was the one who was meek, mild, humble, caring, giving, full of gratitude.  She never complained, not once- and even while battling cancer she never once said why me.  Becky lost her battle and we lost an amazing mother, but I am glad she was able to bring Bookie into this world so that she can live her mother's legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few of the women I have looked up to.  I could go on forever with the list of the most influential women in my life but I just don't have the time.  I have to say that if you are a woman and reading this, then I could probably say a few words about you too- thanks for being you- I love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-2746192581016997042?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2746192581016997042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=2746192581016997042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/2746192581016997042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/2746192581016997042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/Sgems4sOd6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/nloO-_EVKSg/s72-c/IMG_3120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-355502816291283095</id><published>2009-04-26T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:30:48.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH the shopping never ends</title><content type='html'>If you know me, then you know that this really isn't a true representation of who I am.  Now I don't consider myself a vain person, though I love to shop and I enjoy helping others shop.  Most of my friends call me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt;...which I consider a true compliment.  I do have to say that me specialty is JEANS- give me any person, any size and any budget and I'll find you a perfect match!  I just wanted to share some of my favorites- *(and if you blog you know how hard it is to add all these pics so that's why there are only a few)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVPctdQoXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QXptS-mbRXA/s1600-h/shu+uemura.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329253088720101746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVPctdQoXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QXptS-mbRXA/s200/shu+uemura.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329252801787102626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVPMAjGhaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BjoD8DySHcA/s200/lulu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329250037885724050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVMrINqZZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cr6HpZ3l_xM/s200/bloomingdales.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVNRgFjZZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nzZqF7xOotw/s1600-h/tffany.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329250697129190802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVNRgFjZZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nzZqF7xOotw/s200/tffany.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329253664516606898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVP-Od2C7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/FGrhoIkZSls/s200/true.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVPFxAZwEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HPs0NU6wKkI/s1600-h/juicy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329252694535815234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVPFxAZwEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HPs0NU6wKkI/s200/juicy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVQhgwzMeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n7EYFDiUJPw/s1600-h/MAC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329254270723371490" style="WIDTH: 144px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVM-djJO_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/g1u29PqeGFk/s200/saks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329252530882804018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVO8PWe-TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZqjyqOS9vo4/s200/7forallmankind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVMnqjUXNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/c-alHiJdZak/s1600-h/burberry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329249978383883474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVMnqjUXNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/c-alHiJdZak/s200/burberry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVNBqFQ9OI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4A3hrzbMDpM/s1600-h/tory+burch.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329250424934429922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVNBqFQ9OI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4A3hrzbMDpM/s200/tory+burch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-355502816291283095?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/355502816291283095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=355502816291283095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/355502816291283095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/355502816291283095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-shopping-never-ends.html' title='OH the shopping never ends'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVPctdQoXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QXptS-mbRXA/s72-c/shu+uemura.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-6987486738851821388</id><published>2009-04-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:02:04.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH The Weekend</title><content type='html'>I love being outside- and when the weather is just right, who wouldn't want to be outside? I had a ton of fun down south this past weekend. It seems that every time I go down south (or should I say anywhere) I end up eating way too much and spending way too much money! Let us begin with my weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVFWygeI_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GEiIno9gH6E/s1600-h/suumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329241991880254450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVFWygeI_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GEiIno9gH6E/s200/suumo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got in on Friday night- left right after work and headed on down. By the time I got there I was starving! FEED ME is all I could think. Sumo Sushi is fantastic! YUM right to my tum. So of course I way over ate and enjoyed every moment. Now being F&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVFvwP1zdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WsFo0CJaNbA/s1600-h/bali%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329242420770360786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVFvwP1zdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WsFo0CJaNbA/s200/bali%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;riday night, who wouldn't want to have a tasty treat after?! If you know me you know I'd eat carbs, fruits, veggies and sweets all day every day and not worry about any other food. So we headed to get a tasty treat at Bali's Yogurt. If you haven't been to a fun FRO-YO joint let me explain. Pick up a cup- or cone, fill it with whatever flavor and amount of yogurt you'd like and pile on the toppings. Once you're done just weigh you treat, pay and enjoy! The best invention yet! So thank you non- fat fro-yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVGE63rIkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Tu6KpnfzHTM/s1600-h/apple+farm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329242784399041090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVGE63rIkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Tu6KpnfzHTM/s200/apple+farm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh the Apple Farm. This is the best place to start your day. Mom always says you can't miss breakfast and what better way to get your hearty meal than to come to the Apple Farm. I recommend this to everyone! Try it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329246043738890770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 45px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVJCo22YhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ywlf1DBOS8w/s200/SLO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't been to SLO then you're missing out on the down town area. I love shopping and so there are tons of cute shops to go and thumb around. Once we were all stuffed with the yummy breakfast it was time to walk it off. Unfortunately even after a long time (I'll spare details on that) of shopping NOTHING was purchased. So odd for me, but oh well it is what it is. Since time had elapsed (remember I'm sparing details but I'm sure you get it) it was time again to eat. SHOCKING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVGxX0JdNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qbyGBgVWNrc/s1600-h/QuicklyAd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329243548083123410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVGxX0JdNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qbyGBgVWNrc/s200/QuicklyAd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heck yes it was time for Quickly! Woot woot! Boba baby Boba. I'm not always one for weird things but Boba drinks I have to say are bomb. I love fruity drinks and how great to have Boba with it. (for you whities boba is tapioca pearls- kinda like fruit snacks or gummy bears without the flavoring) So Quickly it was for our trip to Costco. *sigh* more money spent to make a tasty seafood meal the next night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After our adventure of food we headed out to Montana de Oro which was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;absolutely fabulous! We went on a 4 mile hike- 2 miles in and 2 miles out! This is me almost to the top! Oh baby- here I go! So as you can se&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVJxB3r54I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qqobPfEGP6c/s1600-h/montana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329246840727267202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVJxB3r54I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qqobPfEGP6c/s200/montana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e I have something on my arm. I recently go the Body Bugg and am loving every minute of it. The only down fall is- when I'm on "vacation" I tend to not do as much activity, but with this fantastic hike in Montanan de Oro- I was able to be killer with the Body Bugg. Heck yeah Heck yeah, now maybe I was able to work off breakfast! LOL riiiight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So in keeping with the info on the Body Bugg, it helps me monitor my activity levels during the day, the amount of calories I burn and how many steps I take. I can log in online to track my eating habits and see it along side what I've burned for the day. So I've been trying to be as good as possible- and with my hike I killed my goals for the day, now if only I could keep it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVHE0FTCDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JpRThGFrPtI/s1600-h/tahoe+joes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329243882088761394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVHE0FTCDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JpRThGFrPtI/s200/tahoe+joes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to end it all we ended up eating here at Tahoe Joe's as we always do. What a way to top off out DAY in SLO. Can you believe we did all this in one day!? Food glorious food- la la la la la la!!!! Oh by the time the day ended I was rollin home but every minute was worth it.... Now back to Body Buggin it with the start of the new week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVHiVMNTUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YnEpnMpWwgg/s1600-h/apple.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329244389192322370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVHiVMNTUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YnEpnMpWwgg/s200/apple.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and remember how I said I always spend too much money?! I bought a Mac Book and printer this weekend as well... did I forget to mention that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-6987486738851821388?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6987486738851821388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=6987486738851821388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6987486738851821388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6987486738851821388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-weekend.html' title='OH The Weekend'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SfVFWygeI_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GEiIno9gH6E/s72-c/suumo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-4031603265619937780</id><published>2009-04-19T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:10:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long- too much to catch up on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/Sev_eC2gu6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HteL3ljWo-o/s1600-h/palm+springs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/Sev_eC2gu6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HteL3ljWo-o/s200/palm+springs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326631875922410402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;January- as a hygienist you never think that you'll be going on a business trip.  I mean come on, all you do is clean teeth right? WRONG!  First off when people ask if all I do is clean teeth I tell them I do more, much more.  I build relationships, educate, serve, have fun and do lots more while cleaning teeth.  I mean shoot- did you know your mouth is the gateway to the rest of your body?  Ok so back to business trips.  So I had the great opportunity to go to Palm Springs to a Business Mastermind seminar- held by Tony Robbins.  We had the best time ever and learned so much.  I have to say that as a team we built a stronger team relationship.  I met some fascinating people that I can't wait to see again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February- well for most people it's the month of LOVE... for me it is always  the month of sibling birthdays!  My oldest sister comes first, then my other sister, and finally my brother in law.  Now gifts are a big thing for me.  I always want to make sure I get people exactly what the want or need- in fact I try to listen so intently to what people want that sometimes they don't even remember they wanted  it!  :)  Puts a smile on my face every time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SewC0DA_YLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3tmHYMZ6L7A/s200/chucks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326635552458367154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March- so I'm always one who's up for travel.  I work 4 days a week which means I have a 3 day weekend every weekend.  I know be jealous, it's ok.  So here was my schedule.  I was off Friday, then off always on Monday and I had taken an extra day off on Tuesday for an extended weekend.  I thought that a friend and I would be traveling down south, but unfortunately that did not happen.  Thursday night I was feeling kinda bummed about the whole situation and was talking to a friend and my mom and decided at that moment to check to see how much it would be to go to Hawaii.  The price was right and I called my uncle.  He said my aunty and cousins and their kids were coming this weekend too so hop on a plane and come on over.  So I bought my ticket on Thursday night and got on a plane Friday morning :)  OH how I love being flexible!  Now let me tell you that these shoes were meant for traveling!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April- It's my birthday month!!!  HOORAY- celebrate with me!  I love the month of April because it's just about the time the weather starts to change and it's when I get to celebrate not only my birthday, but a ton of other people's birthdays too!  I have to say that I  know more people born in the month of April than any other month!  CRAZY.  So I got to spend some time with my office ladies- dinner with friends- dinner with the fam- lunch with the best girl on the earth- and I still haven't celebrated with everyone!  I'm going out to get some yogurt tomorrow to continue the festivities and Friday night I'll be heading out once again for some fun!  Now wait, even though the month will be over soon, if I haven't celebrated with you, don't fret- there's still time- we can keep the fun going as long as need be!!!  LOVE IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-4031603265619937780?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4031603265619937780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=4031603265619937780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4031603265619937780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4031603265619937780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-long-too-much-to-catch-up-on.html' title='Too long- too much to catch up on...'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/Sev_eC2gu6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HteL3ljWo-o/s72-c/palm+springs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-8463197965190763609</id><published>2009-01-11T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:24:32.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did last year happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SWra1bPBmrI/AAAAAAAAADk/tVOrZWdRrGY/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SWra1bPBmrI/AAAAAAAAADk/tVOrZWdRrGY/s200/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290281323678767794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been too long folks!  Where has the time gone?  That's what I always tend to say at the end and start of a new year.  Let's begin with the end of the year.  (I'll recap since we all know that I'm the BEST at blogging)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Turkey day came and went, the typical yummy hearty food.  Mom's the greatest when it comes to home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cookin&lt;/span&gt;'.  We had the typical turkey, stuffing (two different kinds because we have to please the family), potatoes, gravy, bread rolls, cranberries, corn, and beans. Dessert is how we roll and we had pumpkin and apple pie, homemade of course, crust and all (I think the ancestors would have rolled in their graves if it had been any other way).  All in all a yummy turkey day...check!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas... where do you begin?  Now that I'm old and wise, let me just say that I love Christmas, and the true meaning of it.  My family is the best and am so glad to have shared time with them.  I have great friends as well and don't know what I would do without them.   I was able to really get into the spirit of giving for Christmas.  I love it when people smile and this past year I tried to make an extra effort to make people smile.  I have to say that I started shopping and preparing early.  Some might say that late spring, early summer is too early but yes that is when I started last year.  Now don't get ideas that I had tons done early, but when I saw things or heard people say things, I put that in the Tracy think tank and either found it or prepared a way to get it.  I love giving gifts and sharing with people!  Thanks to those I was able to give gifts to- without you I don't know who I would be giving gifts to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I know we've all seen pics of my sweet niece Ashley, but here she is again.  I love her! Words cannot explain how much I truly love this little beauty.  Sometimes she has her moments, but so do I. When it comes down to it, she can always make me smile.  Ashley got to open her presents this year, and even though she wasn't all that interested, she did open a couple of them!  Gigi (or grandma) got her an awesome arm chair, and miraculously enough, so did Santa!  Ashley LOVES the chairs!  You should have seen her face!  She was excited to sit in a chair that she didn't have to climb up into!  To watch Ashley on Christmas was the best thing ever.  I'm at that point in my life where I really don't have things I want for Christmas. Presents are great, don't get me wrong, but to think of things I want or need, I have been blessed and am grateful for all that I have and don't think that there is much else I could ask for.  So Christmas... double check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-8463197965190763609?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8463197965190763609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=8463197965190763609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/8463197965190763609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/8463197965190763609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-last-year-happen.html' title='Did last year happen?'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SWra1bPBmrI/AAAAAAAAADk/tVOrZWdRrGY/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-222011993521732466</id><published>2008-11-17T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:15:34.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it fall or have I fallen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SSJKm8-IhcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WQkqmm6h27o/s1600-h/IMG_2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269856547039118786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SSJKm8-IhcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WQkqmm6h27o/s200/IMG_2864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure how many of you have been outside (in California) lately, but I know that today when I stepped out of my house to run the millions of errands I had to today, it didn't feel like fall!  I have always associated fall with crisp air and cool breeze (meaning I need a jacket).  I don't think I've gotten to use any of my jackets yet and especially not this week, no mam, not this week at all.  Don't get me wrong but I love warmer weather but I also love the fall crisp-ness... the fresh air that you can just smell the minute you walk outside.  Plus the vain side of me wants to pull out some of my fun fall jackets- then move to the also fun winter coats and are all just sitting in the closet waiting to be used!  (I do have to say though, now that I am blogging about this, you know the weather is just going to take a turn and jump from fall crisp-ness to winter cold- oober cold- hahahaha -)&lt;br /&gt;Some may ask what is your ideal temperature?  Well Jac and I were just talking about what the perfect temperature would be in heaven.  I said that it would be 80 degrees with a slight, and I mean very slight breeze to help keep the air moving while Jac would take more of the 70-75 degrees with a cool breeze- then since we both being right because when are girls wrong? decided that we'd be in our perfect state with good circulation so the temperature really wouldn't matter! :)  Even more of a plus I'd have to say, but still since we're not in heaven and it is fall (despite the circulation issues) can we get some fall weather? &lt;br /&gt;Turkey day is just around the corner and I cannot believe it- totally doesn't seem like we should be preparing for that since it's warm out there.  I love Turkey day but always feel better about eating mucho food when it's cold- gives me an excuse to stock up for the winter months- but if there is not winter weather in the forecast then why would I eat mucho food? grr... but like previously stated once this blog goes up you know it'll get cold...and oober cold at that! &lt;br /&gt;Happy Fall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps and btw- this pic is a birthday cake-I know I know not the traditional cake- but so yum!  Thank you Utopia Bakery of SLO- pumpkin cake shaped and decorated like a pumpkin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-222011993521732466?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/222011993521732466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=222011993521732466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/222011993521732466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/222011993521732466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-fall-or-have-i-fallen.html' title='Is it fall or have I fallen?'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SSJKm8-IhcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WQkqmm6h27o/s72-c/IMG_2864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-5105867278361409611</id><published>2008-11-03T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:01:12.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SQ_E_dFr7bI/AAAAAAAAACk/RSDNeuoxqs8/s1600-h/ash+halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SQ_E_dFr7bI/AAAAAAAAACk/RSDNeuoxqs8/s200/ash+halloween2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264643083838680498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You must always go over the top when a child is involved.  I think this is the motto of my entire family.  Since my niece was born it has been non stop spoil-fest for Ashley.  I love her to pieces and yes, I do take part in the spoil-fest.  For Halloween we got Ashley a fairy costume!  &lt;div&gt;On Halloween I couldn't wait to get her into her costume- once the sun went down and it was starting to get dark out, I hurried to get her in her costume. (I always try to steal the fun from my sister- I think by now she's gotten used to it and lets me get away with doing some of the mom things- thanks sis!)  Once Ashley was in her outfit she started to play with her skirt- oh how cute!  My sister was so happy and finished getting Ashley into her outfit.  Then, of course, the pictures began- my sister and I instantly pulled out the cameras and tried to get as many shots as possible, though now that Ashley is mobile, it makes getting a clear shot a little harder.  All Ash wanted to do was roam around- let's just say that out of all the hundreds of pics we took, there were only a handful of those where you could actually see her! *chuckle*  Oh she's too much of a doll for me.  So here she is my little niece...spoiled...but dang cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-5105867278361409611?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5105867278361409611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=5105867278361409611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5105867278361409611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5105867278361409611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/fairyland.html' title='Fairyland'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SQ_E_dFr7bI/AAAAAAAAACk/RSDNeuoxqs8/s72-c/ash+halloween2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-4759467200644199543</id><published>2008-11-03T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:41:22.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SQ_EKuDQYbI/AAAAAAAAACc/EYy---ogM-I/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SQ_EKuDQYbI/AAAAAAAAACc/EYy---ogM-I/s200/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264642177858822578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween!  I think that this is a fabulous time of year, though as I always say, this time of year tends to come more quickly than I ever expected!  This year I was able to go to the pumpkin patch and pick out my very own pumpkin!  Fantastic- it did take a while to find the exact pumpkin- but lo- I did it!  I found the perfect pumpkin :)&lt;div&gt;Now I am not an artistic person... I cannot look at something and envision the end product... nope, not me.  I can however trace (hence my name) and cut, so as the typical, I found Jack from the Nightmare Before Christmas and I made him my pumpkin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-4759467200644199543?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4759467200644199543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=4759467200644199543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4759467200644199543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4759467200644199543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SQ_EKuDQYbI/AAAAAAAAACc/EYy---ogM-I/s72-c/pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-3315518020017101865</id><published>2008-09-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:19:00.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick sick sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SNhpwcdqFBI/AAAAAAAAACU/A7H9PWLADDg/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SNhpwcdqFBI/AAAAAAAAACU/A7H9PWLADDg/s200/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249061646695535634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a kid I thought it was the coolest thing to be sick.  Why?  Because you got to stay home from school! Mom would always take care of me- homemade chicken noodle soup, soda crackers, pajamas all day and at least 2 movies!  Unfortunately when you grow up, getting sick just isn't as cool as it used to be! :(&lt;div&gt;I laid in bed all day today.  I finished reading a book, watched a movie and just slept.  It just wasn't as exciting as I remembered.  Why is that?  I mean shouldn't I have thought it was the coolest thing to not have to do anything today?  Yes, on one hand it was pretty cool to not have to do anything, but at the same time I had things that I should have been doing.  Maybe it's not as "cool" as it used to be because I have more responsibilities as an "adult" though please don't refer to me as an adult, I don't think I'm old enough yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though now that the day is nearing an end I do feel much better having accomplished nothing because my cough and sniffles have gotten better.  I do have to say thank you to the family for all that they did to help take care of me, drinks, pillows, tissues, medicine and any other thing I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I try the real world.  Good luck- hopefully I don't make any of my patients sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-3315518020017101865?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3315518020017101865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=3315518020017101865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/3315518020017101865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/3315518020017101865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-sick-sick.html' title='sick sick sick'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SNhpwcdqFBI/AAAAAAAAACU/A7H9PWLADDg/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-359784898417315388</id><published>2008-09-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:54:18.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metering Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SNhlXMKjGjI/AAAAAAAAACM/YKHsr4FyuVI/s1600-h/stop+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SNhlXMKjGjI/AAAAAAAAACM/YKHsr4FyuVI/s200/stop+light.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249056814777178674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin?  Red lights, that's all I've seen!&lt;div&gt;Just a short time ago, the metering lights began for west bound 580.  Initially you would think that the metering lights would help, but unfortunately I will have to let everyone know that that is NOT the case!  On average, it takes me 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; just to get on the freeway on my way to work in the morning, where it used to only take about 25-30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to get to work!  Now, I am no expert in traffic control, but how is it that it now can take twice as long to travel to work?  Most of the people I've talked to about this "great" invention, the metering light, they say "this is the dumbest idea anyone had!"  Now, I don't mean to offend anyone, and especially not the person who came up with the metering light idea, but do you commute to work?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;URGH&lt;/span&gt;... there really is NO point to this blog, other than I just want to say that I think metering lights just move the problem into the city and make my commute longer.  So thank you to those who worked so hard to make my commute longer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-359784898417315388?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/359784898417315388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=359784898417315388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/359784898417315388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/359784898417315388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/metering-lights.html' title='Metering Lights'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SNhlXMKjGjI/AAAAAAAAACM/YKHsr4FyuVI/s72-c/stop+light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-5093142860861999659</id><published>2008-07-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:35:39.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have we ever done anything together?</title><content type='html'>So- thanks to the infamous Jac-Attack- I've decided to try this "leave a memory comment"&lt;br /&gt;now, I am a new blogger and doubt there are many who even know that this exists...&lt;br /&gt;if I am lucky enough to have one comment, I will feel accomplished! :P  thanks friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! &lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-5093142860861999659?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5093142860861999659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=5093142860861999659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5093142860861999659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5093142860861999659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-we-ever-done-anything-together.html' title='Have we ever done anything together?'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-4830530344649200715</id><published>2008-07-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:37:52.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Express yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222929951560507010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SHuTHmGDHoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cNm3mdP1_1k/s200/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Do you ever feel genuinely happy? Like all you want to do is smile and show everyone that yes, you are a happy person...see?! I love feeling like that! It's just great, and people just want to emulate the way you look because you ARE happy!I mean there are times when I try to put on this front like, heck yes I'm happy... uh... can't you see that? I mean I feel like my cheek are hurting from "smiling" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much- but deep down inside I know that I'm not REALLY smiling, that I'm just giving that fake "make your lips go up and they'll think you're smiling" face. Hey as a wise friend said to me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jac&lt;/span&gt;-attack) "fake it til you make it!" Sometimes we just have to do that, and hey, if it works for you then, rock it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SHuUmxKAm-I/AAAAAAAAABY/LtzHLFygzB0/s1600-h/eek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222931586617482210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SHuUmxKAm-I/AAAAAAAAABY/LtzHLFygzB0/s200/eek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for some of you there are times when you probably feel like EEK! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; Baby-- I feel FABULOUS and possibly like I'm going to jump out of my skin! For those who often feel this way, please tell me your secret! I'd love to have the energy to make this a regular emotion. People who are like this seem excited about life... ALWAYS. Have you ever met that person you think is "crazy" though you want to be like that person because you know you can never have a bad day around them? There are a few people that I know to be this way, though most tend to be kids. Children are the best! I know a little girl that when I see her, all I do is smile, and she helps make me feel extra happy about life and my day. She has been said to have never had a bad day in her life, and I totally agree. One day, when I "grow up" I aspire to be like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SHuZKUJoMgI/AAAAAAAAABg/NGVWJOEQzNI/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222936595353055746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SHuZKUJoMgI/AAAAAAAAABg/NGVWJOEQzNI/s200/tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Whenever I see a kid sticking their tongue out, I instantly return the gesture. What do you think the emotion is behind sticking your tongue out? I'm sure there are plenty of different emotions that go along with it. For me it's either funny- returning the gesture to a little kid to see if they'll keep doing it, or it's a sarcastic / slightly frustrating expression.  I used to use this form of expression a lot, but now I have devoted my time to teaching my niece how to stick her tongue out. I was doing really well with this new phenomena- until my sister caught wind of what I was doing. So, as of now, I sadly report, my efforts have been put on hold, though Ashley still finds it funny when I occasionally stick my tongue out at her, hopefully, in the not too distant fut&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222936849797116226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SHuZZIB0cUI/AAAAAAAAABo/9Iq-iWp6Rac/s200/grr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ure, she will have this whole sticking her tongue out look down! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     GRRR!!!  So have you ever seen The Incredibles?  If you by some chance missed a great movie, I suggest you go watch that movie, then whatch the extra movie clip Jack-Jack-Attack (not to be confused with the infamous Jac-Attack notice there is NO "k" and only ONE Jac)!  In this short clip, Jack-Jack has a babysitter Kari and she and I share similar facial expressions as seen on the right.  I'd have to agree with Kari in the use of this facial expression.  I use this when I'm exhausted, frustrated, and for lack of a better description, OVER IT! Making this face was by complete accident, but now it has become a part of me. I know it's NOT an attractive look, but I've decided that it's more fun to have faces that go along with the emotion I'm feeling rather than just using words to describe how I feel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love being able to share some of me- at times I think my facial expressions have gotten me into trouble- sorry!  This is me... and right now, I'm genuinely happy.  The past month has been a crazed one and I've probably been more in the "Kari face" mood- but I'm back and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SHuZZIB0cUI/AAAAAAAAABo/9Iq-iWp6Rac/s1600-h/grr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-4830530344649200715?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4830530344649200715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=4830530344649200715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4830530344649200715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4830530344649200715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/07/express-yourself.html' title='Express yourself'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SHuTHmGDHoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cNm3mdP1_1k/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-6102496547806327402</id><published>2008-06-06T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:43:01.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutritious Lunches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SEoSi2L3nhI/AAAAAAAAABA/tOlLojEVlwk/s1600-h/photo_nutrition_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SEoSi2L3nhI/AAAAAAAAABA/tOlLojEVlwk/s320/photo_nutrition_0542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208996308877549074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was a very lucky soul today and got an extra long lunch break!  This RARELY happens.  I am very lucky to have an hour for my lunch break, but an extra long one?  Hmm... must be a GREAT FRIDAY!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let me explain how the day started.  We had a birthday celebration for a co-worker for the first HOUR - then saw three fun and very friendly patients - got to chit chat it up with the ladies at work and take a long lunch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Can you say Cookie Dough Ice Cream?  Ok, so I know that this probably isn't the best lunch item, but when it's Friday and you want to have a little fun, whey the heck not?!  I wanted to get out of the office because it was such a beautiful day, so I walked around our parking lot (it's a big complex) then got in my car and headed out to find lunch.  I had a craving- but for what?  I did not know.  As I turned the corner, to my right I saw a Baskin Robbins :)  mmmm... how could anyone go wrong with that?  When I walked in I saw the quart size ice cream tubs... hmm... should I?  YES!  So I got one.  Now I'm all about fun and excitement, but I wasn't about to eat a quart of ice cream alone... so who do I instantly think about by my Jac-Attack She-Ra punk rocker girlie! This was perfect timing- I had just enough time to get to SRVHS and get into Jac's classroom before she went to lunch.  I had called her cell-y just to make sure she hadn't headed out to lunch before I made it to her room.  I walked in and instantly surprised!  Yeah baby yeah.  So I "shared" (and when I say share I really mean- barely dent) a quart of ice cream and left-over spinach dip from "enrichment night" with Jac for lunch. Yeah not the typical combination for lunch, but two good things can always be put together :) After "denting" the ice cream I headed back to work where I got to see three more lovely patients and finished my day early!!  I knew today was going to be a GREAT FRIDAY... and it was!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thanks for sharing it with me Jac-Attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-6102496547806327402?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6102496547806327402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=6102496547806327402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6102496547806327402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/6102496547806327402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/06/nutritious-lunches.html' title='Nutritious Lunches'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SEoSi2L3nhI/AAAAAAAAABA/tOlLojEVlwk/s72-c/photo_nutrition_0542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-2762858794566565607</id><published>2008-06-02T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:11:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>     I have a short list of people I think are absolutely without a shadow of a doubt, amazing.  Two of those fine people on my list; my dad and my mom.  Sixty-six years ago today, he was born.  It is sad that he didn’t make to see his 66th birthday, not even his 52nd.  My father passed away at the young age of 51.  My mother and father were ten years apart in age, my mom being ten years younger.  They met each other in Hawaii while working at the same company.  My dad, being a stud muffin of a man had a Corvette, but didn’t drive it to work cause he lived close enough to walk. ( I still laugh thinking about that…a totally chill car?  And you don’t drive it?  Hello?!  I’d be prancing all around in my beast of a car if I had one, but my humble dad, what a guy!)  Anyway, during my parents “courting” my dad would invite my mom to have lunch in his office, my mom didn’t have an office so she found it a great privilege to sit on his couch in his office and just chill during lunch!  Now again, my dad the stud of a guy would even let my mom and her friends at work eat lunch in his office when he wasn’t there- how awesome is that?!  Ok ok, so we all know what happens after the cute dating, they get married, in Hawaii, and move to Cali.   &lt;div&gt;     My parents were amazing together.  I never once heard or saw them argue.  They knew how to compromise while complimenting each other.  Words can’t explain the amazing memories I have of them together.  I could never be eloquent enough to describe such a perfect relationship.  At times I’m sure they did have their disagreements and or hard times, but up until the age of 10 watching my parents, I found NO flaws.  My memory of them is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;     Junichi Jun- that’s my dad!  He was right in the middle, one older sister, one younger brother.  My father worked hard.  He didn’t grow up with a father in his life and was sent to work at young age.  He was very outgoing and sporty.  He was even the school president his senior year!  After high school he continued to work and put his sister through college, yes his older sister. My dad did not graduate from college, but found himself a computer geek, but a dang good one.  He traveled lots, did some work for the air force, had multiple jobs, but eventually found himself working for Wells Fargo Bank doing who knows what with computers.  All I know is that he understood the old computer language—I think the “001000101100” (for those who get that).  My dad was Vice President of his division; he had his own business card, which to this very day I still have and think is the coooooolest thing EVER! (this is just glimpse into the coolness of my dad)&lt;br /&gt;     I’ll share one of my favorite memories.  When I was younger, I would write notes to my dad every night before going to bed, it was tradition, a tradition I made!  It all started on a small note pad, then quickly moved to a spiral bound notebook.  Sometimes I’d just write things like, “I love you” or “how was work?” other times I’d find myself writing about my day, or asking random questions.  Looking back I think some of the best entries was when I’d sound out the words I was trying to write and spell them phonetically and my poor dad would do the best he could to “translate” but would sadly get it wrong.  I think everything happens for a reason and I feel like I had a special “journal” with my dad because I wasn’t going to have extra time to get to know and bond with him.  Now I don’t mean for that to sound sad, because I think of it as a happy thought.  That’s something really cool I got to do!  *chuckle * It’s hard to explain but reminiscing about the past is good for me, puts me back in a happy time – a time of innocence.&lt;br /&gt;     I celebrate my dad today because it’s his birthday, and yes I CELEBRATE it! ☺  I celebrate today by being as happy and positive I can be.  I try to do things for others and see if I can make someone smile!  If I have, then I feel like I’ve celebrated well!  So thank you to my family and friends for allowing me to celebrate ☺&lt;br /&gt;     Happier thoughts, my cousin Cami has a daughter who was born just one year ago.  Kieri was born June 2, 2007.  She now, shares a birthday with my dad, which again, is the coolest and gives me yet another reason to celebrate!!!  So happy birthday to Kieri—she’s 1 today!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     I know that this entry is very random, but my head is all jumbled today.  I don’t know if I make sense or if there really is a point to any of my rambling, but this blog is for me.  I need this blog to help me release from a long day of trying my best to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday dad!  I love you! ☺      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SETRTRoQJDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eGNMxnybnqM/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SETRTRoQJDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eGNMxnybnqM/s200/dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207517198227088434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-2762858794566565607?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2762858794566565607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=2762858794566565607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/2762858794566565607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/2762858794566565607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-short-list-of-people-i-think-are.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SETRTRoQJDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eGNMxnybnqM/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-5028873298961335848</id><published>2008-05-07T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:51:36.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and age - a blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SCKAQyxSBPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RkDxrMziWRA/s1600-h/ashley+8mnts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SCKAQyxSBPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RkDxrMziWRA/s200/ashley+8mnts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197857945933710578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gorgeous niece Ashley is 8 months old today.  I can't believe how fast she has grown.  She hasn't started to crawl, but she is doing the typical "backwards scoot"  so I'm sure it's only a matter of time before she's mobile- then watch out world, she's on her way!  Ashley is starting to get teeth too!  Of course she is like any typical baby and has the lower two front teeth (aka #O and #P) and has just recently started to get her upper front right tooth (aka #E).  As the hygienist, this is very exciting- and  yes i have brought many a tooth brushes home for her to start her oral hygiene lessons early!  Oh how I love to watch children grow.  I love being an Aunt, it's the best thing in the world.  I can't wait to build an everlasting relationship with her as she continues to grow.  Everyone always says, enjoy the moments you have now because they grow up faster than you know, so true that is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time, how amazing.  It never ceases to amaze me how out perceptions of time changes over the years and during different experiences.  As a young child I thought waiting for 5 or even 10 minutes was going to kill me!  Now, give me those 5 or 10 extra minutes to wait and I can fill it in no time and yet still need more time to do the various tasks I have on my "to-do list."  School felt like it took a lifetime to complete but looking back I still remember "graduating" 8th grade as though it was only last week.  The feelings and anxieties I had as a young teen don't seem to be that far off in the past.  College?  A wink in time, while in college I thought it was never going to end but now I hardly think that it made a dent in my life.  I think while going through different experiences we see the same thing, depending on emotions involved.  For instance, while under stress and in low emotional states I find myself dragging.  The days seem long and it seems as though next week will never come.  On the flip side to that, when all it happy go lucky and life is just "peachy" as we know it, the weeks fly the days don't seem to bog down and before you know it the month is over and we're welcoming a new season. (Now I'm not trying to make a point on time and our emotional state vs time and age, but it's just something I've been thinking about today.)  As we continue in this "time"  I've realized that it's all about remembrance.  I hope that I am able to remember as many special moments that are given to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and I are lucky to be healthy and alive.  It means the world to me to have family and friends close, so we can build relationships and make memories.  Today I had a very humbling experience.  I saw a patient today who turned 90 years old yesterday.  This woman lives at home, alone and has a care giver who will typically stay with her during the better part of the day.  She doesn't walk very well, but is very able.  When going out and about she travels by wheel chair.  She does need help doing most things but is as bright as a pistol and sharper than a pencil.  It is however, hard to understand her when she talks and she is very quite while speaking.  As an office we got her a special birthday card, which we all signed, and a bouquet of roses to celebrate her for her 90th birthday.  She was so appreciative.  As I read her birthday card to her she cried and was nothing but thankful and touched by the kind gesture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My experience today, touched my heart and I was happy to have had a special patient today.  This kind woman just reminded me that no matter your age or health situation, everyone needs love in their life.  Everyone loves to be celebrated at times.  I have a special quote that I had printed on my checks, it says "Cherish the moments, share the memories" and I hope that we will all be able to do such a thing, for life is too precious to just be a passer by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-5028873298961335848?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5028873298961335848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=5028873298961335848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5028873298961335848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/5028873298961335848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-and-age-is-blessing.html' title='Time and age - a blessing'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SCKAQyxSBPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RkDxrMziWRA/s72-c/ashley+8mnts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272363909463416730.post-4428185067774761158</id><published>2008-05-05T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:43:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been three years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SCEfRQnQf9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QoJVGoF7kks/s1600-h/hair+fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SCEfRQnQf9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QoJVGoF7kks/s200/hair+fix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197469826340126674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;To the left you will see my college graduation picture.  Well let it be official that I graduated college three years ago!  I know it's hard to believe, I look so young right?  HA!  If only that were the case.  Let's just say that I never thought that graduating from college would be such a mixed emotion.  I mean don't get me wrong I loved the experience, the friendships and that opportunities given to me, but I however, do not miss the late nights, frantic studying or the long days in the clinic cleaning teeth and seeing things you only figured you'd see in a text book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Becoming a hygienist was not a hard decision, though at times I did feel like I was a crazy woman.  I mean working in a clinic?!  You try it.  I mean is it that hard to say brush you teeth?  That's all I would ask for in school.  Brush, yes brush.  It's not asking for too much I mean I wasn't asking anyone to floss! Please just take a look in the mirror - and brush for the love of pete and all the other people in the world.  *sigh* Ok so some may think that I'm vain for having said that, but once you've walked in my shoes for a day, then we'll talk.  I do have to clarify now, that since I have moved out of a clinic and into private practice, that things have definitely changed.  I don't know if people are more vain in the bay area opposed to Stockton, or if it is private practice vs clinic, but people surely do take care of their teeth.  I do get the occasional "please brush your teeth" patient, especially kids with braces, but mostly I love my job because I don't typically feel like it's "work."  I have the best office in the world.  I love my "boss" though she is more of a mentor than a boss and does fantastic dentistry.  My patients are the greatest - I love being able to build relationships with them, watch kids grow up and just laugh and have a good time with them.  Making patients not feel like they're in a dental office is our goal, and we're good at it!  I mean does your dentist have massage chairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;So- I think this is how it's all supposed to work.  Share a little about me- sign out and do it all over again?!  Hmm... whenever you start a new journal you never know where to start.  I mean, do you recap? and if you do recap, how far back do you go?  Then, by the time you've caught up to where you are in life now, are you just OVER it?  I know that's how I get, then the cycle begins again.  You wait forever to update that journal, recap and yet you find yourself in the same boat, eh...  So here I am, I've graduated from college and now I work.  Gosh, this blog could have been that one sentence. Hahaha, I laugh and yet feel sorry for anyone who just read through all that!  All in all, here I am - welcome to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272363909463416730-4428185067774761158?l=tracrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4428185067774761158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272363909463416730&amp;postID=4428185067774761158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4428185067774761158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272363909463416730/posts/default/4428185067774761158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracrs.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-three-years.html' title='It&apos;s been three years'/><author><name>Trace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11131847701960913638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRZNQLkpTyw/TbxO5FGtwjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YRo0fyUEWxc/s220/IMG_0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pLv1pNsIDTI/SCEfRQnQf9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QoJVGoF7kks/s72-c/hair+fix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
