<?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-3069477</id><updated>2011-07-14T20:45:15.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weiner Dog Ate Your Dingo</title><subtitle type='html'>My not so silent complaints and day to day happenings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-112069172045045337</id><published>2005-07-06T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:15:20.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so it's only been what, a year since my last post?  I've been a little busy lately.  Killian and I had a house built and he had a job- quit the job- got a job- lost a job- and now got a job.  I really hope this one works out cuz I'm tired of all the confusion.  My first year of teaching second grade here in North Carolina went well.  I guess it went well since they gave me a contract for next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/112069172045045337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/112069172045045337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112069172045045337' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-108917080817960837</id><published>2004-07-06T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:26:48.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Happy July everyone!!!  I hope everyone had a good 4th I know I did.  I saw fireworks Uptown and saw a concert by Kool and the Gang.  How 70's can I get. Celebrate good times come on!     Things are going ever so slowly down here. I think the whole south moves at a slower pace than the north. Not that it's bad, just different from what I'm used to.  I kinda like it.  I am suffering from a lack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/108917080817960837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/108917080817960837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108917080817960837' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-108385794663330148</id><published>2004-05-06T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T11:43:31.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TALIA IS ALIVE !!!!!!!   Sorry it's been forever since I've written but I've been so busy doing the newlywed thing and trying to find a job and being a grown-up.   Speaking of trying to find a job...    Killian and I are moving to Charlotte North Carolina in June.   I got a job teaching Kindergarten at Paw Creek Elementary in Western Charlotte which is way cool.  It's gonna suck leaving all of my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/108385794663330148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/108385794663330148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385794663330148' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-106010109050175782</id><published>2003-08-05T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T12:31:30.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Killian and Talia's house of wedded bliss...   All is well in married life.  I'm really happy being married and doing the little things that wives do for their husbands.  Life could only be better if I had a freaking job.  I no longer work at St. Kiss My Ass so I'm looking for a teaching job elsewhere.  There are no freaking jobs to be had.  I'm actually going to apply in the hood and we'll see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/106010109050175782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/106010109050175782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106010109050175782' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-105675032764304793</id><published>2003-06-27T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T17:45:27.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TALIA IS MARRIED !!!!!  You are reading the blog of Mrs. Killian Red. Yeah, I'm all about that.  The wedding was on 6-14 with honeymoon to Niagra Falls (it's the honeymoon capital of the world don't ya know).  Everything was wonderful especially having all of my family and friends around.  Happiest of Joys... Satan was able to come (I didn't doubt he would), DC Blonde flew in for the wedding as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/105675032764304793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/105675032764304793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105675032764304793' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-94995648</id><published>2003-05-28T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T12:48:38.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>16 Days 'til the wedding (not counting today or the day of) and all is well.  Killian and I have our final appointments made with the florist, d.j., and priest.  The only vendor we're actually waiting to hear from is the cake lady and god only knows when that will be.  My parents also have to meet with the guy in charge of the hall to discuss seating and food type stuff but that's all on them.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/94995648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/94995648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94995648' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-94348431</id><published>2003-05-14T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T16:43:57.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Here's what's new in my life.  I went out to dinner with Satan which was REALLY nice.  It was better than I expected - not that I expected anything bad, but with our history and the fact that we haven't seen eachother in over a year I thought it would be weird.  It wasn't weird, but great!  We ate and talked for 4 hours about everything under the sun (mostly his dating issues).  I'm so happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/94348431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/94348431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94348431' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-92754935</id><published>2003-04-16T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T23:10:40.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did I mention that there are only 58 days until my wedding?  That's less than two months!!!  I'm going to have a panic attack now.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/92754935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/92754935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92754935' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-92754861</id><published>2003-04-16T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T23:08:58.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm dealing with morons.  MORONS I tell you!!!  How hard is it to order some freaking invitations and have them turn out right? How hard is it to call Killian NOT me after specifically being told the day before to do so?  Obviously Killian and I are having problems with our invitation people who just happen to be our photographer people.  I wanted to have the invitations sent out this past </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/92754861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/92754861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92754861' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-92404438</id><published>2003-04-10T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T23:40:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was talking to Satan the other day and it seems that he's been "seeing" someone for a little while but they've been fighting and things aren't looking good. Between the fighting and the fact that he's being transfered for work... I'm not sure about their relationship.  Personally, I think he should just lose her but and move on.  My mother always told me to "Never settle for less than you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/92404438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/92404438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92404438' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-91003156</id><published>2003-03-19T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T13:01:02.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think what I call "The Spring Itch" is starting to set in.  I find myself sick of just about everything going on in my life.  Note, I said just about everything.  I'm sick of working especially at my part time job that pays me slave wages.  I hate my wardrobe and my hair.  After the wedding I'm getting my hair cut short but until then I have to suffer.  I find my tolerence with people is a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/91003156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/91003156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91003156' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-90605244</id><published>2003-03-12T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T15:20:56.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have recently been informed that Killian and I will be having two wedding showers.  My mom is throwing us one and his aunt and cousin are throwing us another.  I can so see the differences in our families.  My mom is having the shower at an Italian restraunt, she's not worried about decorating, and she's leaving the favors up to my bridesmaids.  His family on the other hand is having it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/90605244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/90605244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90605244' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-90130387</id><published>2003-03-04T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T15:32:14.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate throwing up.  I think BARF is the worst word in the entire world. There must be a better way for someone who's sick to rid themself of whatever poison is causing the ailment.  I spent my entire Sunday at my part-time job throwing up.  You'd think I'd just go home and take care of myself but NO! Talia the super dedicated worker stayed and worked (kinda) between running to the bathroom to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/90130387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/90130387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90130387' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-88823336</id><published>2003-02-09T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T20:26:40.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who ever decided that Valentine's day was such a big deal? I mean really, do we need a day to celebrate the fact that we love other people?  Shouldn't we make a big deal out of our relationships every day? I think we should by heart shaped chocolates and perfume, and cards, and stuff on a regular basis. We should walk around with stars in our eyes and floating on cloud 9 all the time.  People </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88823336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88823336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88823336' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-88545791</id><published>2003-02-04T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T14:40:54.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My school closed today due to the fact that so many kids are sick with strep.  Is it wrong of me to be happy about this?  Should I be upset that small children are ill and I get a day off to do what I want? Excuse me while I go and do the "Dance of Joy".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88545791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88545791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88545791' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-88449969</id><published>2003-02-02T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T21:57:18.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a dream about Satan last night. It was nice. Calming even. No stress, no strange feelings, just happiness.  It kinda made me wanna call him to talk about it.  I ended up e-mailing him to let him know I was thinking about him. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88449969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88449969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88449969' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-88392939</id><published>2003-02-01T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T16:51:03.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I crawled back to Weight Watchers and in a week I've lost only 1.8 pounds. Kinda sad, but it's a start. As Killian says, it's better than gaining.  I feel like I'm a failure because I couldn't lose weight on my own and had to slither on back and actually pay to have people tell me what I weigh. I suppose it doesn't really matter how weight is lost as long as it's done.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88392939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88392939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88392939' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-88189952</id><published>2003-01-28T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T21:11:30.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, Killian and I actually made reservations for our honeymoon.  It's official... Niagra Falls Here We Come!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88189952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88189952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88189952' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-88111625</id><published>2003-01-27T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T14:45:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank God for snow!  Yes, I actually said that.  My principal in all of his wisdom (yeah right) called a snow day today. What did I do on my snow day you ask??? I went to school !!!  I figured that since I was already up and dressed at 6:45 this morning I should go be productive.  I laminated, xeroxed, cleaned and planned my little heart out.  Then I took my beloved Verde (green) car in for his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88111625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/88111625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88111625' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-87910415</id><published>2003-01-23T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T13:24:45.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm about to strangle 27 kindergarteners.  Is this a bad thing? Could I actually get in trouble for this?  I'm not sure if I care anymore. The whole class is getting on my nerves.  They NEVER shut up and I think they're trying to kill eachother.  Every time I turn around someone is hitting someone else.  Ok, they all just got in trouble in art.  The poor art teacher has no voice so I have to yell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/87910415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/87910415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87910415' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-87368926</id><published>2003-01-13T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T15:33:24.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I'm back to work and counting down the days until my next real vacation which happens to be spring break.  Let me tell you, there are just too many days between here and there.  The good news is that most of our wedding plans are done.  The bridesmaid dresses are in and 2 of the 3 girls have their dresses.  We finally have a limo service (yippee).  And my first dress fitting is this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/87368926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/87368926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87368926' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-86642828</id><published>2002-12-28T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T21:04:24.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas vacation kicks ass!!!!!  I do love being paid to sleep in and not do lesson plans or worry about the educational welfare of children.  I could honestly care less if my 26 (soon to be 27) little monsters are learning anything over break.  Now if I didn't have my stupid retail job life really would be good.  Can you believe I had to work Christmas Eve, the day after Christmas, and New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/86642828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/86642828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86642828' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-85391720</id><published>2002-12-02T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T15:10:14.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Howdy all!  I'm still alive believe it or not.  The computer gurus finally got my school computer up and running (it's only been dead for 2 years).  Now I can play on the internet for free!!! Time is kinda restricted, but it's better than nothing.NEWS FLASH !!!  Talia and Killian actually have a china pattern.  Yup, we registered. It's official, we're adults.  Not gonna tell you where we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/85391720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/85391720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85391720' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-82282996</id><published>2002-09-29T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T17:27:54.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Yeah, it's been forever and a day since I've posted but I've been busy. I never realized how much work it takes to be a kindergarten teacher. The paperwork alone is killing me. There is a form for everything and when you have 27 kids...  Then there's the fact that I'm still working part-time at the store. There are days I start working at 6:30am and don't stop until 10:00pm.  I don't understand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/82282996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/82282996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82282996' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-80676285</id><published>2002-08-24T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T23:51:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Yeah, I wish I looked this good.    It's a beautiful night in Clevland.  I wish my mood was as good as the weather.  I'm frustrated, crabby, angry, and even upset.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/80676285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/80676285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80676285' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-79853479</id><published>2002-08-05T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T14:06:39.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess you can kinda say I've been hiding from life lately.  I mean I've been going to work and doing the normal routine, but I haven't done much outside of that.  I dont' really know what I want.  I'm getting bored with the "daily grind" and I'm anxious to move on.  School is starting soon and I'm sure that will help, but right now I feel like I've gots ants in my pants and I can't sit still.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/79853479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/79853479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79853479' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-79419287</id><published>2002-07-25T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T22:37:12.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/79419287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/79419287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79419287' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-79205389</id><published>2002-07-20T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T13:00:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Irish Eyes are SmilingWent to the Irish Cultural Festival tonight with Killian and I could have spent a bundle.  I saw crystal wine glasses that would be lovely for toasting at the wedding, a beautiful teapot that I would love to have, t-shirts and sweatshirts with spiffy sayings,  the ever popular IRL stickers (can't stick those to my leased car though), and I finally found my family crest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/79205389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/79205389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79205389' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-79069073</id><published>2002-07-17T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T12:28:13.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Was Your PastLife?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/79069073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/79069073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79069073' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-78785141</id><published>2002-07-10T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T14:09:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am truly passionate. Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78785141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78785141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78785141' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-78784996</id><published>2002-07-10T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T14:02:08.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the princess (...with a pea)!Find your fairy tale character at kelly.moranweb.com.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78784996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78784996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78784996' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-78667832</id><published>2002-07-07T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T22:14:36.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend.  I spent 99% of my time with Killian and CJ which was absolute heaven.  I wish it could have been 100% but I think that would have driven the Killian insane.  I can be quite the pain in the butt ya know.  We hung out with Killian's family on the 4th and 5th doing the picnic and fireworks thing and then my family on the 6th doing the "camping" thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78667832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78667832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78667832' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-78512377</id><published>2002-07-03T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T12:18:12.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just saw on the news that the Dove company (you know soap and stuff) sponsored a contest to name America's "Armpit Queen".   They had contestants from all 50 states and they actually competed to see who had the best underarms.  Do Americans not have anything better to do with their time?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78512377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78512377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78512377' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-78463009</id><published>2002-07-02T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T10:15:23.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Gang, I'm still alive!  Not much to report at this point in time.  Getting ready for the whole 4th of July festivities and the fact that I have to work that day.  What morons shop at the mall on the 4th of July????  I can see maybe running to the grocery store cuz you may have forgotten something for your party, but the mall???  I should just have the day off.    Sending out a fine "HOWDY DO"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78463009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78463009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78463009' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-78202238</id><published>2002-06-25T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T21:33:43.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I GOT A JOB !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'm gonna be teaching kindergarten this fall at a really nice Catholic school about 25 minutes from my house.  This means a steady income, medical, dental and vision care, 10 sick days, 2 personal days, a retirement plan that I don't have to pay into, and a GREAT work environment.    I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78202238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/78202238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78202238' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77991536</id><published>2002-06-20T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T15:19:54.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Your magical style is Priestess. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77991536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77991536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77991536' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77943668</id><published>2002-06-19T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T14:31:55.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm about ready to give up on the bridesmaid dress hunt.  Clio almost went psycho when I mentioned that I was thinking about a two piece because she insists they look bad on her.  Fine, we won't go that route then.  So while out hunting with her weeks later she finds the dress and says it doesn't look too bad.  Screw that!  She said she wasn't interested so we're moving on.  Every other dress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77943668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77943668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77943668' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77683184</id><published>2002-06-13T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T00:05:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a lovely evening out with Killian and his friends from Texas.  We all went to the bar to see  Brigid's Cross and let Killian have a few beers. I felt kinda odd because M and K are getting a divorce. I think it was weird for me because they're all friendly with eachother eventhough they're not "together" anymore. Don't get me wrong, it's good that they're friends, but I'm used to the knock </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77683184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77683184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77683184' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77682724</id><published>2002-06-12T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T23:54:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is just wrong. I'm an opinionated loudmouth kind of a friend.  Ask anyone I know. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77682724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77682724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77682724' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77636355</id><published>2002-06-11T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T22:46:56.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I'm depressed. Not totally sure why but I am. I feel pathetic and worthless. I have no energy to do anything and have an urge to crawl into bed and never come out.  I'm sure this is all temporary but I'm not seeing any light at the end of this long black tunnel. Alright, I'm going to go be depressed AND alone now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77636355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77636355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77636355' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77435114</id><published>2002-06-06T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T17:45:06.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Unrelated Events So last night I was driving down the street around 10:00pm in the rain and I saw a frog hop into the street.  Thank heaven that the street wasn't busy cuz I slammed on my breaks, got out, and made sure the little froggy hopped all the way across the street safely.  Ok, so maybe I'm a goofball, but I was afraid the poor thing would get run over and smooshed into the cement.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77435114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77435114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77435114' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77317256</id><published>2002-06-04T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T00:01:55.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: how jedi are you? ::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77317256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77317256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77317256' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77270477</id><published>2002-06-02T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T22:36:08.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   SimilarMinds.com Compatibility Test  Your match with clioyou are 88% similaryou are 87% complimentary  How Compatible are You and Your Friends?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77270477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77270477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77270477' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-77147968</id><published>2002-05-30T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T13:32:47.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So they actually closed ground zero today. I watched the ceremony on television today and i actually cried. It was so sad to actually see the ground without rubble and stuff. Now it seems like it's really over. I know it sounds stupid, but to me it was like if there was still rubble there was still hope.  Hope for what I'm not sure, but still...   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77147968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/77147968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77147968' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-76887168</id><published>2002-05-23T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T12:29:05.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~It's been forever since I've actually been able to post.  Chalk it up to the whole geocities/blogger  mess.  That and I'm still learning how all of this computer stuff works.  I'm lucky I know how to post. ~Anywhoo... wedding plans: Killian and I now have a photographer and I have my dress. We're in the midst of interviewing DJs.  I also have my girls running around town trying on every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76887168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76887168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76887168' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-76886783</id><published>2002-05-23T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T12:17:13.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a pup.what kinda pet are you?quiz made by muna.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76886783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76886783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76886783' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-76852053</id><published>2002-05-22T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T15:48:45.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerywyn is the greatest computer goddess in the entire world.  Everyone must bow before her feet and pay homage to her greatness.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76852053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76852053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76852053' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-76851937</id><published>2002-05-22T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T15:46:06.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>talia testing.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76851937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76851937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76851937' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-76817149</id><published>2002-05-21T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T19:13:27.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if you like this template or not, but I thought you could at least post now until you can find another place to host your blog. ----Kerowyn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76817149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/76817149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76817149' title=''/><author><name>Kerowyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-75148771</id><published>2002-04-07T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T22:45:41.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which John Cusack Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/75148771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/75148771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75148771' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-75079740</id><published>2002-04-05T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T13:16:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Easy Way Out ??My favorite priest committed suicide rather than face accusations of inappropriate behavior (22 years ago).  I'm not sure how I feel about this.  I'm don't know if he really did anything wrong with this woman so long ago. If he did, he obviously had a problem that should have been attended to by a mental health professional.  I'm also of the mind that suicide is the easy way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/75079740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/75079740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75079740' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-11258619</id><published>2002-03-29T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T16:29:34.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Fozzie!Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on..Take the What Muppet Are You? Quiz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/11258619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/11258619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11258619' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-11058012</id><published>2002-03-24T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T00:31:47.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wedding Stuff ~Well, Killian made appointments to meet with wedding photographers.  We see #1this Thursday and #2 next Tuesday.  I'm kinda leaning towards #2 cuz the company includes the negatives at no extra cost which is really nice.  They are also a bit cheaper than #1 which is really really really nice.  My goal was to actually have a signed contact with a photographer before the end of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/11058012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/11058012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11058012' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-11057607</id><published>2002-03-24T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T00:15:54.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/11057607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/11057607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11057607' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-11057461</id><published>2002-03-24T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T00:10:26.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the Affliction Test Today!	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/11057461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/11057461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11057461' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10972400</id><published>2002-03-21T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T11:15:51.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sounds like a porn star:   My Mormon name is Amberly Southern Justice!What's yours?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10972400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10972400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10972400' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10917668</id><published>2002-03-19T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T22:27:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm sending out my resume to every possible school district that I MIGHT even consider working for and a few I'd rather not.  I need a real freaking job and I need it now.  I'm not thrilled about begging for a job but I'm going to buy some knee pads to kiss a little butt.  I have 3 applications sitting in front of me, I'm sending away for 2 more, and I posted my resume on www.monster.com  to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10917668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10917668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10917668' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10913557</id><published>2002-03-19T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T20:20:58.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Snack Food are YOU?  Click here to find out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10913557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10913557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10913557' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10871061</id><published>2002-03-18T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T16:39:55.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May the sun shine all day long,Everything go right, and nothing go wrong.May those you love bring love back to you,And may all the wishes you wish come true!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10871061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10871061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10871061' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10870996</id><published>2002-03-18T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T16:38:29.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Call Me Calvin!!You are Civilian Calvin!You don't get to travel much outside your neighborhood, but you still manage to get in plenty of trouble. When you're not acting up, you like to wax philosophical.Take the What Calvin are You? Quiz by contessina_2000@yahoo.com!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10870996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10870996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10870996' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10721294</id><published>2002-03-14T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-14T00:08:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember ~Always remember to forget,The things that made you sad.But never forget to remember,The things that made you glad.~Always remember to forget,The friends that proved untrue.But don't forget to remember,Those that have stuck by you.~Always remember to forget,The troubles that have pased away,But never forget to remember,The blessings that come each day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10721294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10721294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10721294' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10720088</id><published>2002-03-13T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T23:31:42.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I always knew I was a goddess. All bow before me and admire my greatness!!!     See which Greek Goddess you are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10720088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10720088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10720088' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10629087</id><published>2002-03-11T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-11T15:50:47.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Spike. An English badass. At least you were until they put that stupid chip in your head. And then you fell in love with the slayer... Snap out of it, man!Find your inner vampire.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10629087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10629087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10629087' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-10436912</id><published>2002-03-05T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T23:29:18.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I learned something todayPeople don't ask to be put on pedestals, but I put some people on them and see them as "better" than the rest of the world.  It's like they're above all of the crap in the world and they can do no wrong.  Well doing this is not a really good idea cuz the higher up I see these people, the greater distance they have to fall.  One of my friends fell off of the pedestal in my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10436912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/10436912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10436912' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-9782988</id><published>2002-02-16T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T01:02:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll Post When I Damn Well Feel Like ItSo my Valentine's Day pretty much sucked like a hoover. I "taught" if you can call it that in 2nd grade for the afternoon which mostly consisted of trying to get through a math and spelling lesson.  Every two or three minutes a kid would ask what time the party was so around 1:30pm I finally gave up and let them have their sugar fest.  I mean really, why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9782988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9782988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9782988' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-9592433</id><published>2002-02-10T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T21:53:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I took the "See What Care Bear You Are" quiz and no surprise, I'm Good Luck Bear. Gotta love the little green Irish bear, it's totally me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9592433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9592433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9592433' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-9388545</id><published>2002-02-04T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T23:43:36.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a 5:30am? I'm so sick of my daily wake-up call.  Since I'm so freaking high on the sub-list they call me first.  Then the perky secretary asks me if I'm available to work. At that time in the morning I'm lucky I know who the hell I am!  And another thing... what the hell does anyone have to be perky about at 5:30am?I suppose I should be happy that the stinking district is actually calling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9388545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9388545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9388545' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-9210280</id><published>2002-01-30T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T17:57:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So here's the scoop... I've been sub-teaching like a fiend (damn 5:30am phone calls) AND I managed to get a part-time job.  I'll be spending my evenings and weekends at Holcomb's in the mall.  Can we say teacher Mecca?I'm sure I'll get a discount but I do have a wedding to pay for and it's a little more important than teacher related items.  I'm also applying for a teaching (most likely sub-job)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9210280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9210280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9210280' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-9083521</id><published>2002-01-27T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-27T00:16:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone Find My Man a JOB !!!Haven't posted in a while cuz I've been busy. I've actually worked for 3 days (2 in a row) !!! Amazing ain't it?  Killian and I have been busy planning wedding stuff.  We now have a church and a reception hall which are the two major things we needed.  Now we just have to worry about a dj, cake, flowers, dresses for me and the girls, tuxes for the boys, his ring...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9083521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/9083521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9083521' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-8803316</id><published>2002-01-17T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T23:11:03.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can We Say J-O-B?I'm in the middle of the best sleep I've had in ages when the phone rings at 9:20 this morning.  Miracle of God, the district actually needed my services and yet another miracle, it was in the school in which I did my student teaching. How lucky could I get? One of the second grade teachers had to leave because her father-in-law passed away. I feel horrible for her and her family</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8803316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8803316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8803316' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-8749295</id><published>2002-01-16T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T11:19:04.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Killian's Cheese-ism "It's the little kisses for my future Mrs. that sets my heart a flultter."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8749295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8749295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8749295' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-8702580</id><published>2002-01-14T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T23:24:50.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~Still broke as hell. So I've decided that no company will hire me because I'm over qualified. I can't even get a job at Target dammit!Damn that college diploma to hell.~The good news is that I don't have TB.  Not that I thought I did, but I had to have the test and it all came out good (I knew it would).  I just like the fact that I actually passed a test and didn't have to study. ~Stressing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8702580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8702580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8702580' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-8395427</id><published>2002-01-04T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T00:27:15.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day "It's the little things like the little swings that make my heart go thump." ~Killian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8395427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8395427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8395427' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-8395376</id><published>2002-01-04T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T00:25:00.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm BackOk, so I'm over the whole revenge thing. Killian asked me why I was wasting so much energy on someone so insignificant. I do so agree, I mean why should I pay so much attention to something so stupid. Moving on... So I'm all about finding a job now. At this point I'm poor and I'll do just about anything for a buck. I've been applying to just about every store in the local mall. If I don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8395376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8395376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8395376' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-8154058</id><published>2001-12-23T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T21:17:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELP TALIA !!! So I was reading the comments in reference to my 12/21 posting and came across one posted by some nameless loser who called me a nasty name. Not only did this person do something mean, but they didn't leave their name meaning that they are a coward too.  I found out that she is a friend of He Who Should Not Be Named and she did it after he had to "vent" to her.  ~Anywho, if you, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8154058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8154058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8154058' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-8154051</id><published>2001-12-23T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T21:17:34.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELP TALIA !!! So I was reading the comments in reference to my 12/21 posting and came across one posted by some nameless loser who called me a nasty name. Not only did this person do something mean, but they didn't leave their name meaning that they are a coward too.  I found out that she is a friend of He Who Should Not Be Named and she did it after he had to "vent" to her.  ~Anywho, if you, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8154051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8154051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8154051' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-8064640</id><published>2001-12-20T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T00:16:08.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never A Dull Moment  So I'm still alive although some people don't think so since I haven't posted in a long time. I finished up student teaching and on Saturday the 15th I graduated from college. It's only taken me seven years to accomplish this so I'm more than a  little bit excited.   Then, like that wasn't cool enough, on Wednesday the 19th Killian proposed.  I was so stunned that I stood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8064640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/8064640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8064640' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7745784</id><published>2001-12-07T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T22:46:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE REMEMBER'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,NOT EVEN A TREE.NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURESOF FAR DISTANT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7745784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7745784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7745784' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7624954</id><published>2001-12-04T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T00:10:23.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jumping off of bridges without parachutes and other thoughtsI don't think I've ever been more "down" in my entire life than I am at this very moment. I fell like running around and screaming at everyone and then crying for no reason. No, I'm not PMS-ing if that's what you're thinking. This has nothing to do with any of the following: hormones, the holiday"blues", lack of sex, end of the year "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7624954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7624954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7624954' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7593618</id><published>2001-12-02T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T23:49:12.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a really nice weekend with Killian and his family. Saturday Killian's parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle, C.J., and I went Christmas tree hunting. This was my first time hunting for a tree since my family has an artificial one. It was nice to do something with a family for once. Ever since my sister got married and got a life, things around here have gone downhill. The parental units don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7593618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7593618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7593618' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7549904</id><published>2001-12-01T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T00:11:43.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talia News Found out that the baby my sister was carrying was found to be not alive. Therefore I won't be an aunt again any time soon. It's really depressing, but it obviously wasn't meant to be now. This just means that I'll hafta spoil the niece I have even more.   Secondly, I got a lead on a job and have a possibility of getting it. I don't want to say anymore so the whole thing won't get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7549904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7549904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7549904' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7399352</id><published>2001-11-25T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T22:15:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Drool Ran Like a River  Went shopping at the mall with my mother today and I just had to stop and drool over the place where my ring used to be. Ok, let me back up.I totally fell in love with this engagement ring from  Alvin's Jewelers Romeo In Love Collection, 8th ring from the top, # 444-1638).  Not like I would get it even if I sold my soul to Satan (THE Satan not MY Satan) but hey, I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7399352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7399352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7399352' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7336051</id><published>2001-11-22T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T23:23:26.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turkey Day went well. Spent the turkey eating part of the day with Killian's family which was a new thing for me. It was my first holiday with his family and it was nice. I felt all welcome and loved and somehow I even got sucked into the whole Christmas gift exchange thingy. At least I got someone good to shop for thanks to Killian. I owe him big for that and yes Dear, I will pay up.  On </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7336051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7336051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7336051' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7237057</id><published>2001-11-19T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T09:17:22.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your "About Me" and "Links" page are updated and running smoothly... let me know if you have any questions.. :o)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7237057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7237057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7237057' title=''/><author><name>Kerowyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7159699</id><published>2001-11-15T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-15T21:32:21.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Not a hell of a lot going on these days. I've been working like a dog and getting very little recognition for my effort. I've been taking on some extra responsibilities to suck up to the powers that be to make myself look really good and I think it just might be paying off. Staying up til the wee hours of the morning making crap for my lessons is not my idea of fun but if it gets me a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7159699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7159699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7159699' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-7051074</id><published>2001-11-12T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-12T00:10:57.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's midnight and I finally finished my stupid planning for the week. The only part I hate about teaching (save the annoying parents, teacher cliques, and endless paperwork) is writing lesson plans. They're stupid because I never stick to them anyway so what's the point in writing them in the first place? If I could just write an outline of the lesson it would be a lot easier. Anywho... I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7051074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/7051074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7051074' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6956822</id><published>2001-11-07T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T22:48:12.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I only have 24 more days of teaching until I'm done with the whole student teaching thing. That doesn't include the time we're off for the Thanksgiving holdiay. I have 38 days until I graduate. It's not like I'm counting or anything like that but hey, I've been in college for 7 years and it's about freaking time I graduate and get a real job. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6956822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6956822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6956822' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6931506</id><published>2001-11-07T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T00:20:41.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a lovely day of today. Ran around like a chicken with my head cut off most of the morning but it was nice. It beats working any day. Spent some time with Killian which is always good.  Unfortunately I have to go to work tomorrow which entails waking up in the morning which is just wrong.  I'd love a job where I could sleep in until about noonish and then sit on my butt and do nothing.  No one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6931506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6931506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6931506' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6872143</id><published>2001-11-04T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-04T23:33:47.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Weekend Bites The Dust Killian and I went out to dinner and a movie with Kerowyn and Eldan last night.  We saw the movie K-PAX at the Cinemark. It was all good.  Killian, Kerowyn and Eldan all got along well and that just made me happy.  It's not like I was worried or anything but still...  It's hard for me to mingle and share friends.  I'm a selfish person and I have this strange fear of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6872143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6872143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#6872143' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6749572</id><published>2001-10-31T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T00:12:55.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My relationship with the damn computer is getting to be like Clio's.  I got booted off of aol tonight and lost my icq connection and i was chatting with Kerowyn and Joel and I can't reconnect to icq.  I feel like throwing this piece of crap computer out a window.  Well I'm gonna go to bed because I'm way too tired.  I should have gone to bed earlier when I finished talking to Killian, but NOOOOO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6749572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6749572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6749572' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6748135</id><published>2001-10-30T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-30T23:02:00.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween aka the Second High Holy Day to all.  Unfortunatly, the first grade class that I'm teaching won't be having a party to celebrate.  It will be class as usual and I found that depressing.  My old kindergarten classes (am and pm) are having parties so I think I'm gonna have to pop in for a visit to see them in costume. In the evening I'm going trick-or-treating with Killian and C.J. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6748135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6748135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6748135' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6719994</id><published>2001-10-29T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-29T23:19:22.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Save the Drama for Your MamaAt the school where I teach we have this topic that we teach called conflict resolution.  It's basically designed to teach kids how to settle their disputes and solve problems before they become huge.  They're just trying to prevent more school shootings.  I really hate teaching conflict resolution to any grade level.  Today I finally figured out why I hate it: I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6719994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6719994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6719994' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6670874</id><published>2001-10-28T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-28T01:00:52.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Had a really interesting time at the halloween bash in Kent Saturday.  Lots of people having fun and generally being immature which is a nice change from the daily grind of adultness.  The pleather pants were comfortable and a little bit sexy.  I got several compliments and even got my butt pinched!  Can we say ego boost???  I hope to get the pictures developed soon so maybe I can post them for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6670874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6670874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6670874' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6625638</id><published>2001-10-25T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-25T23:30:53.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nobody Knows..Did you ever get the feeling that you're alone? I mean ALL alone?  I'm one of those people who have to be around people all the time or else I go insane.  I think I'm the most needy person in the world.  I will never ever  be able to live by myself if I want to retain my sanity.  I either need my parents, a roommate, or a husband to live with.  I'm not really sure why I have this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6625638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6625638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6625638' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6540988</id><published>2001-10-22T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-22T22:08:02.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Pleather Pants and other Fancy Things When Clio invited me to a halloween shindig I wasn't too sure I wanted to go.  #1 Killian wouldn't be there.  He has C.J. this weekend and he wasn't actually invited.  #2 I don't really know most of the people going besides Clio, Kerowyn and Eldan, and  #3 My biggest problem is that I didn't have a costume.  Obviously #3 was the one I had to work on.  While </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6540988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6540988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6540988' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6396655</id><published>2001-10-16T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T23:44:05.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Complain Complain ComplainI know I complain a lot, but it's my general overall personality.  Most of my friends actually know me (hence the friend title)  and they just brush off my complaints and love me anyway.  I said something to Killian the other night which in retrospect I shouldn't have.  He took it to be a complaint but in reality I was just joking.  He got all offended, got up and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6396655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6396655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6396655' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6279759</id><published>2001-10-12T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T00:07:47.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realized something the other day. My life is not amazing, I'm not the most wonderful person in the world, the world doesn't really revolve around me, and my relationship with Killian is no longer in the "honeymoon phase".  We're at that point where we've seen the good, the bad, and the ugly and we still love eachother.  Sitting on the couch watching television on a peaceful Friday night is now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6279759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6279759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6279759' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6208863</id><published>2001-10-08T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T23:46:47.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#1 Thanks to everyone who signed my guestbook. It makes me feel loved and appreciated. That and it's nice to know somone actually reads this thing.#2 I had a wonderful weekend thank you very much for asking.  Killian and I spent some much needed quality couple time.  Killian took me on a field trip and the experience was wonderful. ~I've been so freaking tired lately that it almost makes me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6208863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6208863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6208863' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6098804</id><published>2001-10-04T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-04T01:03:37.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go Crazy With The Cheese Whiz  I'm feeling kinda goofy tonight.  Maybe it's because I'm tired or maybe it's the moon.  Then again, it could be just the fact that I'm really really goofy in general.  Spent some time with Killian tonight which was good but he was tired so he wasn't in the mood to be all happy and talkative which made me get all quiet and then I started thinking.  We all know what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6098804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6098804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6098804' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069477.post-6073628</id><published>2001-10-03T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-03T00:03:53.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~I was chilling with Killian and had a flash back to a really horrible experience from the past.  This part of the past is not something I really care to dwell on since I'm still not really ready to deal with it but it was thrust back at me. I keep pushing it down into the deep dark abyss but once in a while it rears it's ugly head.  Mental note: Must appologize to Killian for the way I reacted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6073628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3069477/posts/default/6073628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taliarowan.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6073628' title=''/><author><name>talia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855009470007346355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
