<?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-2742350560712684064</id><updated>2011-10-22T23:25:18.784-07:00</updated><category term='Mischa'/><category term='disney'/><category term='sigma'/><category term='broken hearts'/><category term='swing'/><category term='marry'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tired'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='culottes'/><category term='seal'/><category term='top 10 movies'/><category term='twins'/><category term='robert'/><category term='las vegas'/><category term='bryan adams'/><category term='Jeans'/><category term='Ms. Pettigrew'/><category term='cough'/><category term='girls'/><category 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term='cat fights'/><category term='SoCal'/><category term='classic'/><title type='text'>My Travel Log Through Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Living, laughing, and loving in San Diego since 1986.  Candle light dinners and long walks on the beach are for saps (although we do have so excellent fine dining and beaches).  Im more about baseball, football, Ron Burgundy, the day drama of General Hospital, and the extreme melo-drama of the OC.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-8197335851177275630</id><published>2010-11-21T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:44:05.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Extra fabric at the American Music Awards</title><content type='html'>Did anyone see the AMAs and the LACK of fabric on some of those glittery dresses!!! I sat there wondering, how do you sit down? do you have a blanket to cover your legs? How do you keep it from riding up when you walk across the stage?  I'm serious!  Double-sided tape on the back of the legs?  I guess the slow economy has hit hollywood hard and the best way to save money is to wear dresses that cover your butt by 2 inches... oye this people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8197335851177275630?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8197335851177275630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8197335851177275630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8197335851177275630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8197335851177275630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/11/wanted-extra-fabric-at-american-music.html' title='Wanted: Extra fabric at the American Music Awards'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-9085718270824514699</id><published>2010-11-14T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:24:12.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's old enough to remember?</title><content type='html'>Who's old enough to remember Toni Braxton's "Un-break my heart"?  OMG, I just heard that song today and I seriously got weepy.  If you hear it for the first time on the radio it sounds like a standard heartbroken, break-up song, but when you see the video and realize it's about TYSON BEDFORD dying it's totally depressing.  The video alone... If I was dating that man and he died I'd probably be just as depressed as Toni.  I can't believe it came out in 1995. I feel so old b/c my kids weren't even born yet! :o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2Rch6WvPJE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2Rch6WvPJE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-9085718270824514699?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9085718270824514699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=9085718270824514699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/9085718270824514699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/9085718270824514699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/11/whos-old-enough-to-remember.html' title='Who&apos;s old enough to remember?'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-1774578979638172561</id><published>2010-11-12T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:45:13.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond. James Bond.</title><content type='html'>If I could be anything super random, out of this world for even one day it would totally be a Bond Girl.  But not just a Bond Girl... a badass Bond Girl who has people wondering where she keeps her little gun.  And James has to be David Craig.  That man is such a fine James Bond.  I have to be like 5'10 with super long legs and a sweet Russian accent and a first name like Ivanka (let me know if you can think of something better). Seriously though, I'm sort of a tomboy so I would be down for car chases and gun fights, but I love glamming up so of course I wouldn't mind being on James' arm while he sips his martinis... shaken. not stirred.  Unfortunately my dream will never come true b/c they aren't going to make anymore Bond movies.  What a sad day.  Now I guess I just have to settle for teaching history to hormonal adolescents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-1774578979638172561?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1774578979638172561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=1774578979638172561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1774578979638172561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1774578979638172561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/11/bond-james-bond.html' title='Bond. 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Well there's a teacher at O'Ferral that looks EXACTLY like Andrea's friend Vanessa and it got me wondering if it would be wrong to unknowingly assigned to a family friend as your guide teacher?  I mean there is no way they could be objective.  If I was ever put in that position (aka- if Vanessa was actually a social science teacher) there's a part of me that would be like, "SWEET this should be a cake walk." b/c she's like another sister to me.  But then they other part of me, and probably my mom too, would be like, "nooo, that's not fair.  You should ask for a different guide teacher". THANK GOD I'M NOT IN THAT POSITION!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8353755148250467750?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8353755148250467750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8353755148250467750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8353755148250467750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8353755148250467750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/theoretical-moral-dilema.html' title='A theoretical Moral Dilema'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5656726153419858531</id><published>2010-08-21T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:48:04.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A teacher's best friend</title><content type='html'>I was just reminded of The Devil Wears Prada today when I realized that it would be amazing to have a talking Miranda Priestly doll to take to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are slowing coming into class and you push #1- "By all means, move at a glacial pace. you know how that thrills me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask the kids to get out their work and they either don't have it or it's not finished, push #2- "Why is no one READY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going over an assignment to do in class a student comes up to ask a question, push #3- "...please bore someone else with your... questions. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right as the bell rings, push #4- "That's all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the doll would be slightly larger than a Barbie so she can stand on my desk, but not get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's awesome and after I get a job (and tenured, b/c it might get complaints) I'm going to make a talking Miranda Priestly doll and use her daily in class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5656726153419858531?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5656726153419858531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5656726153419858531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5656726153419858531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5656726153419858531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/teachers-best-friend.html' title='A teacher&apos;s best friend'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4329245399475681673</id><published>2010-07-26T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:21:37.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan clubs!</title><content type='html'>I just don't know if I could ever bring myself to be a hardcore "fan club" member of something and spend money traveling places to meet actors/actresses. I bring this up because every year the people of General Hospital set up shop at some hotel in LA and people buy tickets to go to different actors events, meet and greets.  It's just crazy to me that people spend hundreds to fly to LA to meet these people. Don't get me wrong, I think it would be cool to meet some of them, but I ain't spending $85 a pop to sit in a room while ppl ask questions about their character...and I wouldn't even have to go that far. Haha. Plus I've seen pictures of some of these peeps and it's like 100 middle-aged overweight midwesterners in stretchy jeans (ok that's kind of mean). I'd feel super awkward and I don't need to spend  any money to feel more awkward than I usually feel. Not to mention the hotel...(here comes my snobbery) is not very appealling. I'm sure it's great for Peggy Smith from kansas city, but this homegirl needs a lil more class. I just don't know. I'm the type of person that would be happy enough to run into or take a picture of someone passing by and not have to suffer through other crap. I want to save my money for other things like... The anniversary sale at nordstrum that goes on at the same time... Now that's something I'd join a fan club for!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4329245399475681673?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4329245399475681673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4329245399475681673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4329245399475681673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4329245399475681673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/07/fan-clubs.html' title='Fan clubs!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5451655992559891824</id><published>2010-07-21T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:16:23.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>I know this is going to come out REALLY mean, but I swear people from California are just better looking than those in other places.  I see pictures of people from other areas of the country and I sometimes ask, "is there something in the water?" Yeah, not everyone is a super model, but for the most part ppl seem to take some pride in their appearance no matter what body shape or style.  Is it environment? Do we have more exposure to different styles and opportunities to create our own imagine?  I see this even when it comes to the way people age.  I saw a picture of a woman that I swear was like 60, but in reality she was a year younger than my mom.  I know my mom is a victim of the "5 years younger" syndrome, but to look 10 years older than you really are is crazy.  I know that I can be lazy and have at times gone out looking a lil scrubby, but I hope to God that people ppl don't go "eww, that girl looks gross."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5451655992559891824?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5451655992559891824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5451655992559891824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5451655992559891824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5451655992559891824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/07/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-989482763303787997</id><published>2010-07-15T08:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:00:41.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is some tights and a headband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TD8uWMahqpI/AAAAAAAAALo/_AoD487KBys/s1600/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TD8uWMahqpI/AAAAAAAAALo/_AoD487KBys/s320/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494161029239777938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I hit up the Nordstrum Anniversary pre-sale yesterday and were looking for dresses on sale.  She grabbed this dress to try on for herself, but it was too tight so she wanted me to try it on and when I finally found the right size I slipped it on and felt a lil like Blair Waldorf.  I actually think it looks better on me than that model because it hugs my curves...AND MAKES MY WAIST LOOK *THIS* BIG!  Standing there I felt like I needed to send my minions to find me a headband. haha.  I love that it's not a strapless like I usually get b/c I can wear a regular bra and it will look good with flats and God knows that's important when on your feet night :).  So now that I have one dress, I just need one more and I'm good to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me. XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-989482763303787997?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/989482763303787997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=989482763303787997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/989482763303787997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/989482763303787997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-i-need-is-some-tights-and-headband.html' title='All I need is some tights and a headband...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TD8uWMahqpI/AAAAAAAAALo/_AoD487KBys/s72-c/Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5587599798172271053</id><published>2010-07-12T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:07:14.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't bring myself...</title><content type='html'>to wear the same dress twice.  It's completely horrible, but despite how cute the dress I can't do it!! Seriously, the only ppl who will know is my mom and sister, but it's so wrong.  Trends change right?  That's an acceptable justification...yes? What's wrong with me? Where's some humble pie when you need it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5587599798172271053?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5587599798172271053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5587599798172271053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5587599798172271053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5587599798172271053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-bring-myself.html' title='I can&apos;t bring myself...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2441409156228169542</id><published>2010-07-11T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:30:36.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's for a good cause...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TDqUsAEKc0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FDqIjiNdkkQ/s1600/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TDqUsAEKc0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FDqIjiNdkkQ/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492866179184358210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found out when this years fundraiser is and, although it's 3.5 months out I'm wondering what I should wear, b/c you know the rule- can't wear a dress more than once.  *Blame my mom for that one.  Last year it was on the roof of the Ivy, but since it was a lil cold they've moved it to the Ivy Club downstairs.  I never thought I'd go to an event at a popular club with my family.  Though...the more I think about it, the more I anticipate it to be really funny, especially if the cosmos flow.  Here's so pics I never knew existed from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TDqX4BK9EQI/AAAAAAAAALY/4-bYh-K0o4U/s1600/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TDqX4BK9EQI/AAAAAAAAALY/4-bYh-K0o4U/s200/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492869684174590210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TDqX4Y1n6MI/AAAAAAAAALg/LdJLpL-DUMs/s1600/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TDqX4Y1n6MI/AAAAAAAAALg/LdJLpL-DUMs/s200/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492869690527574210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later...Mom, Yolanda, and Denise sitting on the couch with drink in hand discussing bras and boobs with city council members sitting across from us (I said nothing and laughed the whole time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is why I love these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.envysandiego.com/IvyNightClub.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2441409156228169542?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2441409156228169542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2441409156228169542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2441409156228169542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2441409156228169542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-for-good-cause.html' title='It&apos;s for a good cause...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/TDqUsAEKc0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FDqIjiNdkkQ/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-124880317286398018</id><published>2010-06-18T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:57:10.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?  I need something to do...</title><content type='html'>Luckily I'm working at a Basketball camp at church next week mon-thurs, then off to Hawaii, but I know I'm going out of my mind when my dreams get weirder.  Real people aren't even in my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was on Monday that I dreamt about a "fashion magazine photo shoot" that they were doing in General Hospital (which really was filmed, but like 2 years ago), and then all the sudden Georgina from Gossip Girl and a bunch of high schoolers ran into the lobby (the shoot was in a hotel) and started stealing the clothes.  The editor of the magazine and her assistants were scattered around trying to fend off the crazies, but Georgina and her army were like beating them up.  Georgina was also pregnant and in a wedding dress.  The weird thing is that while I heard through Entertainment Weekly that Georgina was pregnant at the end of the season I only watch half of season 3...So yeah, I need a life b/c when I'm board my dreams get weirder and weirder. Thank God we are leaving in less than a week for Hawaii b/c I need a change in scenery to veg out in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Hospital "photo shoot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images39.fotki.com/v1236/photos/1/1010107/6368331/Snapshot121-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://images39.fotki.com/v1236/photos/1/1010107/6368331/Snapshot121-vi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images35.fotki.com/v1207/photos/1/1010107/6368331/Snapshot125-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://images35.fotki.com/v1207/photos/1/1010107/6368331/Snapshot125-vi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's cheesy to the weesy...but my mom ruined me :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-124880317286398018?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/124880317286398018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=124880317286398018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/124880317286398018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/124880317286398018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/seriously-i-need-something-to-do.html' title='Seriously?  I need something to do...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5811151734811421828</id><published>2010-06-14T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:16:35.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am soooo funny!!!</title><content type='html'>OK I know that's really cocky, but I really do think of myself as a laugh riot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discussing Southern California's two environmental Achilles heals and I came up with..."We like to shake and bake here" BAHAHA. Funny right? Shake= earthquakes.  Bake=wildfires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling tonight's shake which was 22 miles from El Cajon, I truly believe the "big one is coming".  So pack those earthquake prep kits and hold on kids.  This may get wild soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I feel like will happen to my house during the big one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIxbx1KZBPc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIxbx1KZBPc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5811151734811421828?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5811151734811421828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5811151734811421828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5811151734811421828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5811151734811421828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-soooo-funny.html' title='I am soooo funny!!!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5909071105245671385</id><published>2010-05-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:15:19.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much</title><content type='html'>So nothing is really going on I'm just trying to blog from my phone. I'm really excited for tonight b/c I wanna kick it @ the blackjack table&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5909071105245671385?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5909071105245671385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5909071105245671385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5909071105245671385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5909071105245671385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-much.html' title='nothing much'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4987246070510279423</id><published>2010-05-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:01:53.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An equestrian center?  Really?</title><content type='html'>So I was waiting to get my bake on at the tanning Solon so to make time go by I started reading "San Diego Dream Homes".  I think I said, "omg. wtf, and/or YOU'RE KIDDING ME!"every time I turned the page.  Almost everything about those those houses are unnecessary.  I will describe how unnecessary they are by comparing it to my hobble abode.  Casa de Hunter is 5/br, 4.5bath, and 4,200 sq ft, and I'm not gonna lie, some of our house is unnecessary.  Anyway, the avg. prices of THESE houses range from $1.5 to $12 million and 5,000 sq ft to about 12,000 sq ft. They too have anywhere from 4 to 6 brs, but the difference is that they are all suites and one of those "rooms" is usually a guest house (very OC Ryan Atwood).  Then there's the kitchens bigger than some houses in encanto, front gates, traffic circles, walls/windows that completely open up so that you can see the pool/view as if you were outside, "theater rooms" and wine cellars, pools big enough for city rec to come and give swim lessons, and the equestrian centers...WHO THE HELL NEEDS ONE OF THOSE!  It reminds me of Wayne's World when his ex gets him a gun rack.  Seriously, "Mommy, Daddy... I want a pony"... "Sussie you have a brand new bike.  go ride that around."  I hate the whole horse crap.  I'd rip that out and put in a basketball court or batting/pitching cage.  I don't care how rich I am, my kids are gonna play real sports.  Now in addition to the house itself it is on 2 acres of land!  you could literally build five houses on that much land. Now don't get my wrong, if I won the mega million and I was able to have a nice house in Rancho Santa Fe, but seriously... It's mind boggling.  Instead of pinching me you'd have to whack me with a baseball bat.   Also, if I was that rich... I'd have one of the "help" go get me some real mex food every week. I'd miss that stuff!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne's World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/t34J8EUcPzk/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t34J8EUcPzk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t34J8EUcPzk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4987246070510279423?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4987246070510279423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4987246070510279423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4987246070510279423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4987246070510279423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/equestrian-center-really.html' title='An equestrian center?  Really?'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4803341227703947870</id><published>2010-05-19T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:46:20.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being done with classes sure is nice. 2 bad i still have to get up @ 530. Now i have no reason to skip out on daily workouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4803341227703947870?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4803341227703947870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4803341227703947870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4803341227703947870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4803341227703947870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-done-with-classes-sure-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-319464709503401976</id><published>2010-05-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:58:16.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta major bone to pick</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I want to know why people stick their nose up at public schools?  My mom's friend has three daughters...one went to harvard/law, one went to usd, and the other one is at usc, and now the one that went to usd didn't even want to apply to State for her credential.  Seriously.  She's a fool.  I've said it before, and if you went to State at all you've probably heard it but State is the 3rd best public school credential program! 3rd in the whole freaking nation!!!  and I'm pretty confident to say State is probably 1/5 of the price.  The funny thing is though, that all three daughters went to Torrey Pines (A PUBLIC SCHOOL) and I'd bet Rancho Santa Fe bucks that the majority of her teachers went to State.  It just rubs me the wrong way when people look down on public school.  Shoot Andrea went to UCLA for law and that's public.  It's not Harvard, but it got her a sweet job.  And on top of that my mom's friend is head deep in loans for his kids and their damn private schools and he's kind of scrambling.  On the other...mom and dad kick their feet up knowing that I was able to get into the 3RD BEST CREDENTIAL program without any loans...thank you very much.  Anyway.  That's my elephant sized bone and I picked it so I guess I better go get ready. VIVA LA PUBLIC SCHOOL AYAYAYAYAYAYAYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-319464709503401976?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/319464709503401976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=319464709503401976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/319464709503401976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/319464709503401976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-gotta-major-bone-to-pick.html' title='I gotta major bone to pick'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6364633279113632912</id><published>2010-05-02T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:09:12.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/28/10. $5 tables... Watch out Sycuan &gt;:)</title><content type='html'>I know I'll lose $50 like *snap* that, but I love playing those low bet blackjack tables and slowly building my stash while all the hotshots bet $50+ and lose faster than I do.  I hope Sandlot will play with me.  It's much more fun losing money with friends and table games are like WAY more fun slots *rme*. If I do come out on top maybe I'll get myself a new Ipod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6364633279113632912?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6364633279113632912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6364633279113632912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6364633279113632912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6364633279113632912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/52810-5-tables-watch-out-sycuan.html' title='5/28/10. $5 tables... Watch out Sycuan &gt;:)'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4463673963733885593</id><published>2010-04-27T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:35:14.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflation is crazy</title><content type='html'>As you alllllll know I'm a dork and have weird things pop into my head.  Well today I was wondering how much it cost to go first class in the early 1900s on a ship like Titanic.  Well the answer is that the same ticket then would cost you $32Gs, but $400 in 2010.  $400!! Damn, round trip couch airfare is more than that.  It was $300 for our lil stateroom on Carnival.  That would be cool...if the freaking ships stayed afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw- I think I pulled my hammy while interpretive dancing to "My Heart Will Go On" at the end of the movie. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4463673963733885593?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4463673963733885593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4463673963733885593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4463673963733885593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4463673963733885593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/inflation-is-crazy.html' title='Inflation is crazy'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-8642838226417792197</id><published>2010-04-22T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:36:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing..1,2...1,2</title><content type='html'>Since this is going to be Madie's first trip to Hawaii (2 months and 3 days from now!!!) I'm planning on bringing my newly purchased Flip Camera on the trip b/c it's the size of a cell phone and the 2 hrs memory space is about as much as we'll need for each day... that's right, each day.  I'll just shoot a bunch of lil clips, like us going to the airport, sitting on the plane, getting to the hotel, and maybe a tour of the "grounds" :D. Then all you have to do is plug the lil sucker into the usb port place them in your desired order and it makes a movie for you.  We'll be there for 2 weeks so in addition to pictures and my dad's nice video camera we will have like a video diary.  Anyway, I was procrastinating up in my room (what a shock!) and I decided to take some clips to see what it looks like with the sample of music they give you.  So here you go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"April Showers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xlznsw5eqMQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xlznsw5eqMQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8642838226417792197?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8642838226417792197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8642838226417792197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8642838226417792197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8642838226417792197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/testing1212.html' title='Testing..1,2...1,2'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6139660382935117573</id><published>2010-04-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:39:42.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had moments, but...</title><content type='html'>This is bad.  I've never felt so insecure and unsure about what I'm doing.  I literally feel out of control of every aspect of my life.  I can't control my kids, all I can do is take my meds to control my seizures, and little things like broken shoulder straps are seriously making my ball.  I'm not PMSing, at least I shouldn't be for like a week.  I have to pull it together. But I feel like I've been thrown into the lions' pit and even after 2 months I'm get mauled.  And I know, I know... It's my first semester, but how the hell are you supposed to teach these kids when they don't listen and continuously ask for the guide teacher.  It was so embarrassing when my supervisor got up, walked over to one of the boys and told them to be quiet.  They were even rude to the principal when he came to talk to them about the CSTs so you tell me how I'm supposed to manage them when they don't even respect the f'ing principal?  I was talking to him after class and I started to cry.  I called my mom and started crying.  My bag broke as I was walking on campus and I started crying. and finally I'm sitting here crying as I write.  What if this isn't what I'm supposed to do? I know that next semester should be better, but I'm doubting my choice based on the current situation.  I know certain people may be shocked b/c I like nice things, but I'd much rather help people on a first hand basis than work for the man so I've been thinking about other opps.  My dad said I could probably get a job at south bay, but I don't want to quit! this isn't the real Alie!!!  I guess this is just God shoving me into a situation where I am forced to be strong and lean on Him.  Man this is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6139660382935117573?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6139660382935117573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6139660382935117573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6139660382935117573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6139660382935117573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-had-moments-but.html' title='I&apos;ve had moments, but...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-8625549471710553392</id><published>2010-04-14T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:49:15.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I even go there in my mind?</title><content type='html'>So I've been lucky enough this semester to end up having 2 ED (Emotionally Disturbed) students.  In esence this means that they are kids with major behavioral problems.  The one I've had all semester hasn't caused any problems in the class and I don't think he would ever do anything drastic to put the class in danger, but this new kid makes me nervous.  He's been in my class for about a week and has come to class maybe 3 times.  He sits in the back of the class with his head down and a big black hoody pulled over his head (I think you know were I'm going).  He's eriely quiet and for some reason the horrible thought of him doing something crazy popped in my head.  Obviously there's a slimmer than slim chance of him doing the unthinkable, but for some reason I couldn't get it out of my head.  What would I do!?  The class is not even in the main campus.  It would take at least a few minutes to get security.  The thought of him actually hitting someone and maybe then doing it to himself.  I know I say my kids are brats, but the thought of them getting hurt would kill me inside.  I would not know what to do.  I'd be frozen.  That Pearl Jam song "Jeremy" plays on repeat whenever I hear about a school shooting.  All I can say to new secondary school teachers is, don't go there.  don't think about it. and pray we will NEVER have to go through it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8625549471710553392?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8625549471710553392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8625549471710553392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8625549471710553392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8625549471710553392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-i-even-go-there-in-my-mind.html' title='Why did I even go there in my mind?'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3056015791036770603</id><published>2010-04-12T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:18:20.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS WEEK IN HISTORY!...</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I take a look to see what important events happened throughout history hoping to find something interesting and I totally hit the jack pot... We'll it would be the jack pot if I actually had technology in the classroom and youtube wasn't blocked :/.  April 14th is the 98th anniversary of the sinking of Titanic and how funny would it be if I showed them the trailer? tehehehe.  They'd be like, "Teacher, (half can't remember my name), WTH is this? The effects suck and arent those actors like REALLY old? Avatar is better." *at which time I slap them... haha.  Kids these days.  I actually feel really old when I think about it.  These brats wouldn't remember the movie because they were 3!!! OMG, I'M SO OLD.  HAHA.  anyway, just wasting time.  I guess I should try to be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... If I can't show the trailer, maybe I should do my interpretive dance to "My Heart Will Go On." I'm sure they wouldn't think I'm weird at all! OMG I'm losing my mind.  Please help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3056015791036770603?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3056015791036770603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3056015791036770603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3056015791036770603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3056015791036770603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-week-in-history.html' title='THIS WEEK IN HISTORY!...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7300297230629461879</id><published>2010-04-07T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:57:26.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reprimanding a class is not fun...</title><content type='html'>I've been frustrated with these kids before, but I reached my limit and tore into them...not fun :/.  I told them they needed to finish their worksheet for homework yesterday so we could discuss what mock trial we wanted to do, but of course I casually ask them if they finished the worksheet as they file in and these are the answers "I left it home." "I left it in my locker" "I lost it" "I thought we were going to finish today."  That just set me off.  These kids want respect and want to be treated like adults, but they act like children.  That's exactly what I told them.  Unfortunately I had to practically yell at them to get their attention.  I told them it was irresponsible and disrespectful to come to class without your work when I told them it needed to be finished.  I really want to teach them important info and try to make it interesting, but you can't do that if you don't do your work!!!  I never acted this way towards my teachers.  It never even crossed my mind.  They get all pissy about the way they are treated, but they don't understand that in order to gain respect you have to give it.  I tried to explain that it is important to grasp these key historical themes b/c they are going to be old enough to vote in the next presidential election and all I get is, "Why would I vote? I don't care." ARE YOU F'ING KIDDING ME!  Additionally, they've got CSTs coming up and I straight told them, "If you can't focus and we can't get through the information I'll just list what you need to study and you can get ready without my help b/c you spent all class messing around."  So we got down to the part where we assigned roles for the trial and I made them sign a contract saying that they will come prepared and act appropriately if they want to get their extra credit.  I just can't take their bull anymore.  I never thought I'd say this but, maybe I'll like middle school better :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7300297230629461879?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7300297230629461879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=7300297230629461879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7300297230629461879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7300297230629461879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/reprimanding-class-is-not-fun.html' title='Reprimanding a class is not fun...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2055771234024889057</id><published>2010-04-04T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:56:41.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew the day would come!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIxbx1KZBPc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIxbx1KZBPc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so it wasn't as bad as that^^^^, but I was laying on the couch and watched 6 sets of french doors shake, the lights sway, and water was lapping over the spa when I ran outside.  The geologist said we could expect aftershocks for 72 hours.  Oye... I hope we don't have one while I'm teaching because already have a hard time keeping them focused.  So keep your seatbelts on friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2055771234024889057?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2055771234024889057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2055771234024889057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2055771234024889057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2055771234024889057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-knew-day-would-come.html' title='I knew the day would come!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-840995470301420550</id><published>2010-03-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:50:55.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What the....!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/S6esHIPTECI/AAAAAAAAALI/JqTqewnpYWA/s1600-h/SL65_amg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/S6esHIPTECI/AAAAAAAAALI/JqTqewnpYWA/s200/SL65_amg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451515112425984034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are sitting in the MARcedes (my grandma always said "mar" instead of "mer") dealership going over the details for my mom's new ML350 when I look over and ask the sales guy, "how do you test drive one of those" *points to SL65 AMG*.  "You buy one." he responded.  My jaw hit the ground.  If I was going to drop $300Gs on a car I damn well be able to test drive it.  He saw the look on our faces and just chuckled.  My mom's ML is about 1/8 that price, but it is freaking awesome!  I'll never get to drive it :(, but it's fun to ride in.  I'm afraid we've created a monster and all she'll want to drive are MARcedes in the future. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-840995470301420550?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/840995470301420550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=840995470301420550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/840995470301420550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/840995470301420550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/what.html' title='&quot;What the....!&quot;'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/S6esHIPTECI/AAAAAAAAALI/JqTqewnpYWA/s72-c/SL65_amg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5766066424098693830</id><published>2010-03-17T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:30:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't been shhed since womens health 350</title><content type='html'>Not only did it make me crack up, but it brought back all the greatness of Excalibur's fierce death stare.  Within each block there are multiple ppl who have the same emphasis and all those ppl stick together and go to their respected "methods class".  For me that means that I am in the same social science methods class as 5 other of my "block bodies" so we see each other all week long.  It's actually nice because we get along and we are kind of like a clique.  Anyway, right now pairs are presenting different activities you can do with your class and this paticular instance it was a "6th grade class".  We were finishing up and grading ourselves and group when I jokingly said "I should of given myself an A".  Well I guess the class was starting to move on b/c all the sudden I here one of the girls, Lisa, say, "Alie..." with a very stern look on her face but trying not to laugh.  Now to put it in prospective you need to take Ex+4yrs-9inchs-a shade of blond.  It wasn't as intense of a glare, but I just couldn't help but think of all the times Ex had my back and shhhed ppl like Jig on my behalf.  Along with Lisa there's a guy name Corey who always sits with us in our Bilingual class (God help me, I hate that class) and each week we've promised to bring food to share b/c there's no time for dinner...Well she ain't getting my snack! Ppl who shhh me don't get this sugar-mamma's food.  Anyway, stupid story.  I'm glad I have awesome block buddies, but that death stare made me think of Excalibur and how much I miss her dry sarcasm... oh the good ole days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me just add a little rant about that stupid Bilingual Ed class... the "professor" Margie take's role by passing out name cards.  Now I literally sit at the same table with Corey, Lisa, and *random*, but every week she goes around the class twice before finally figuring out where Lisa and I are sitting.  To the point where she is holding both cards, side by side...we are such jerks we just sit there and laugh. hehehe.  To add to that, Margie is our "professor", but the entire class is almost three hours of other ppl presenting material from the book... you guessed it, I spend most of my time on facebook :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5766066424098693830?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5766066424098693830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5766066424098693830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5766066424098693830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5766066424098693830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-havent-been-shhed-since-womens-health.html' title='I haven&apos;t been shhed since womens health 350'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3700947014690089804</id><published>2010-03-10T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:31:24.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So frustrating....</title><content type='html'>Enriching tomorrow's leaders! B-S!  I'm not giving up but it's a blow to your ego when a student pretty much calls you a bitch without using that exact wording.  Andrea Hernencia- She's a senior, has a kid, and a kidney problem, and giving me hell.  I go up to her, smile and say, "Hey, how's it going?  Do you have any questions?" and her response is, "No.  I hate this class.  I hate you.  I'm not going to do my work and I'm not going to learn anything." *shock!*  If it was still legal to smack students I would.  I spent 4 days preparing an extensive study guide to get these brats ready for a district test that I didn't know about until 2 weeks ago and I get that lip.  Then while still standing there she looks over at my guide teacher and says, "Coach Van, did you write up this study guide?" "No, Ms. Hunter did." he responded, to which she lets out a heavy sigh and rolls her eyes.  This all happened on Monday so today I looked around and noticed she was absent...not going to lie, I was kind of relieved b/c I wouldn't have to deal with her crap.  After class I was going to leave and I saw her walking through the hall so she pretty much just ditched the class.  I just want to pull her to the side and say, "I get it.  You don't like me. You don't like history.  And you don't like the class.  But you need to pass in order to graduate, so you might as well just suck it up, come to class, do the work, take the tests and get a passing grade."  I know there's classes that people hate.  I hated math and science and some ppl hate history, but you got to get over it.  ugh... So as a whole, most of the class did the guides half-ass and they are going to get the test and freak out, to which I'll say, "I gave you the tools.  It was your responsibility to do the work and study." They are introducing us to all these WONDERFUL teaching methods, but you have to have the perfect honors or AP class to pull them off.  Someday I want to get there, but right now I'm just trying to get them to shut up.  Keep me in your prayers...I need all the help I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3700947014690089804?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3700947014690089804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3700947014690089804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3700947014690089804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3700947014690089804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-frustrating.html' title='So frustrating....'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5471100973978376643</id><published>2010-02-05T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:52:24.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>I'm not even sure how to describe today.  I knew it was going to be hard b/c it was my grandma's memorial, but there was a handle full of unknowns that had me nervous.  I was first so incredibly happy to see my pledge sis' beautiful face after such a long time.  Everything was fine as we made our way into the church but the moment they started to sing Amazing Grace I lost it.  There's something about that song that makes me cry no matter what.  After pastor Russ said a few things we stood up at the front  as my Uncle Del read something he wrote, my sister read something, then my dad read a letter that my mom wrote, but she knew she wouldn't be able to read it out loud.  Something about hearing your family talk makes it so real.  My sister was doing good reading her thing until she started to talk about Grandma never meeting Madeline.  That just hits you like a rock.  As I was standing up there with all of them I was surveying the large crowd (partly seeing if the jackass showed-up which he didn't...phew!) when I saw a face I hadn't seen in more than a year.  Rachel...It's kind of a condratiction considering the moment, but I was suddenly so excited (and shocked) to see her.  K-12 we were like twins.  We were part of each others' families, but as we went to college life took us different ways.  I knew that she had graduated from school and was living in DC working for a congressman, but other than that we hadn't kept in touch.  I guess she realized after being out there that it was hard to be away from home and she just moved back a few days after my grandma's obituary ran and her mom told her.  It's just weird b/c I've been thinking about her and now she's back.  It's like a shift in life happening.  My friends from college are dispersing and now my friends from when I was younger are moving back.  It's very interesting b/c they are such different times in our lives.  It's kind of happening to my sister too.  Her friends from school are in San Fran or LA and now in the past year she's reconnected with her childhood friend after college separation.  Life is changing so fast.  As we sat there and mourned the loss of my grandma lil Madeline was doing cartwheels in Andrea's belly.  It was so amazing to see all the people that came.  My grandma went through some really hard times, and I think she had esteem problems, but it was so evident how many people loved her.  A family friend took some photos and made a slide show to play at the church and at lunch and it just reminded us how beautiful she was.  I know some days will be harder than others, but I have promised myself that I will allow myself to mourn her death, but celebrate her life.  She is in Heaven with our Savior and I'm positive she looked down and smiled today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5471100973978376643?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5471100973978376643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5471100973978376643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5471100973978376643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5471100973978376643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/emotional-rollercoaster.html' title='Emotional Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5020166777684933356</id><published>2010-01-28T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:21:19.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day</title><content type='html'>I recently heard that Avatar was surpassing Titanic as the highest grossing film and it made me an itsy bitsy sad.  No I haven't seen Avatar, and there's a part of me that wants to go see it, but my life won't end if I miss out.  It's just that Titanic was the movie of my generation.  I had friends that literally went and saw it like 5 times in the theater (I saw it once).  I guess when I think about it, every generation/decade has that one "movie".  Avatar closed out the first decade of the 2000s.  Titanic was the movie of the 90s.  ET the 80s.  Star Wars the 70s...and so on. If you've every spent the three hours watching Titanic with me you know I make fun of it, but it still tugs at my heart darnit! I remember when we got it on vhs and I always just wanted to watch the first tape b/c the second one was when it started to sink.  To this day I watch that STUPID movie and hope Jack doesn't die...JAMES CAMERON YOU SUCK! HAHA.  Then we can't skip over the credits because it is necessary to dramatically sing and dance to "My Heart Will Go On".  In fact, did you have to sing that damn song in 6th grade choir?...oye.  Anyway, lets all observe a moment of silence for the once thought to be "Unsinkable" movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5020166777684933356?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5020166777684933356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5020166777684933356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5020166777684933356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5020166777684933356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad-day.html' title='A sad day'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6009916348136334153</id><published>2010-01-26T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:04:45.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not gonna lie... a tad bitter.</title><content type='html'>Everyday I see alll these messages of actors/singers who get up, work-out, "organize", then get-up again sore as hell the next day.  I'm not gonna lie.  I'm a tad bitter.  I'm working my ass off all week for a career which will pay starting $40K/year up to $60K/year 20 years down the road... Impacting tomorrow's leaders!!!  It's not that I don't want to do it, but let's switch gigs yo for one week, especially at the beginning when you are running around like a chicken w/ its head cut off.  So go upward and onward great entertainers, maintaining you perfect figure, while we teach you snotty kids for 7 hours before you pick them up in your 5 series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm just being a sarcastic smartass, but you know what they say... there's always a lil truth in every joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6009916348136334153?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6009916348136334153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6009916348136334153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6009916348136334153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6009916348136334153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-gonna-lie-tad-bitter.html' title='Not gonna lie... a tad bitter.'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4883432038175789266</id><published>2010-01-21T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:38:27.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*LIGHTING* 1, 2, 3... *THUNDER!!*</title><content type='html'>That's right, it's been a "STORM WATCH" week in San Diego the past 4 days and there's this silly part of me that loves it.  In fact, I'll admit right now that I get weather updates texted to me. The rain itself is a nice short change in our "Early morning clouds with sunny skies by the afternoon" daily weather, but what I really love is a good thunderstorm.  I kept missing them all week, or thinking I saw lighting then not hearing the thunder or not seeing another strike, but this evening was different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you've ever been to my house, but the family room is like a fish bowl and perfect for watching storms come in from the west, pass over us and head east over the mountains. Right around 9:00 my dad and I started to see lightening out towards the west, but after counting the seconds between strike and clap we figured they were about 10 miles away.  Somehow that quickly changed and it was literally like, "boom, boom, pow!" over my house (poor Maggie was freaking out) and before I could even say "HOTT DAMN!" the hail started pelting the patios.  It was so amazing.  My dad opening the door to get a better look at the hail and you could feel how quickly the temp had fallen...to which my mother said, "Close the door!".  I know this is all hugely dorky, but a Southern California girl needs a lil weather spice in her life every now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that lil episode was fun, I think the craziest one I can remember was about four years ago (probably around the same time) during a STORM WATCH! day when we were in Subway and saw a huge lighting bolt, then almost at the same time a clap of thunder so loud that shook the whole building.  Everyone just kind of stopped and looked at each other.  Then after we ate the temp had dropped so much that we actually had to go home and put on our "winter clothes" (at least what we consider to be "winter clothes").  But the coolest thunderstorm I ever saw was a couple years ago early in the morning around like 6:00ish as the sun was rising.  I flipping over on my stomach and watched the light show go on right as the sun was rising over the mountains and I swear it was one of the prettiest things I've ever seen... and I didn't even have to get out of bed :).  Anyway, I'm glad that our good 'ole SD winter is returning this weekend, but it was fun watching some pretty crazy rain and wind so strong it threw our chase lounge chairs into the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4883432038175789266?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4883432038175789266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4883432038175789266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4883432038175789266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4883432038175789266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/lighting-1-2-3-thunder.html' title='*LIGHTING* 1, 2, 3... *THUNDER!!*'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-1794850654639207814</id><published>2010-01-19T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:39:47.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine 90% of the time...</title><content type='html'>I've found that by keeping busy, being with family,and trying to remember all our great times I'm getting by pretty well.  I know that there are going to be some harder days as things start to slow down, but in my heart I know she's in a much better place.  The one thing that I'm somewhat enjoying is finding all the old pictures and laughing and having my great uncle Howard tell us the stories behind the faded pics (he's an awesome storyteller... You should stop by sometime).  Anyway, we found this picture of my grandma and my grandpa Earl (my mom's dad) when they were in vegas during the early 70s and I started to get sad that I never got to meet him.  He died when he was 39 and my mom was 14.  She always tells me how proud he would be of me and Andrea and how he would have gone to every game we played in and would have played golf with me, and such.  It's just that I had my grandpa Gil and grandpa Doc until I was 14 and I had my grandma Shirley until just last friday, and I still have my grandma Lois, but I never got to meet grandpa Earl.  I don't usually bring it up, and I most def won't now, because it usually makes my mom cry, but from time to time I think about what he would be like.  Dying just sucks, especially when you don't really expect it.  Both of my grandpas died of cancer, so while I was upset, I knew it was coming.  But my Grandma Shirley... She literally died dancing.  She was at dance club on a cruise, she got up and then collapsed from a major stroke.  She was just on a cruise... She wasn't supposed to die.  I think when we finally get her ashes is when I will completely come to terms that she is not on a cruise...but somewhere better.  In heaven with my grandpa Earl and my great-grandma Marge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-1794850654639207814?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1794850654639207814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=1794850654639207814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1794850654639207814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1794850654639207814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/fine-90-of-time.html' title='Fine 90% of the time...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3850387229749739030</id><published>2010-01-17T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:00:23.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not real...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have a bag over my head.  My grandma is supposed to comeback from her cruise on the 25th with a cute lil dress for Maddie...not cremated in a box.  I'm not really sure what else there is to say other than, Rest in peace Grandma I love you so much and I know you are up in heaven watching over us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our entire family.  Not only are we dealing with her untimely death, but we know there could be a major struggle getting her things in order.  Keep our tongues in check...even when there's one person who deserves to get a new ripped... more than once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3850387229749739030?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3850387229749739030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3850387229749739030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3850387229749739030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3850387229749739030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-real.html' title='It&apos;s not real...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-8091303904215734143</id><published>2010-01-13T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:12:53.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to control future classes</title><content type='html'>Today was orientation and I have to say I was going through moments of fear and excitement almost at the same time.  I was talking to my mom about getting the class's attention and we came up with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STHU YOU UNGRATEFUL PUNKS BEFORE A CUT..YOU!" or something like that.  What do you think?  Appropriate or too harsh? I guess it depends where I teach.  I could always try the classic "Excalibur stare"... "I'll wait." *glaring at you*.  It really worked, just asked some of the adx alumni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8091303904215734143?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8091303904215734143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8091303904215734143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8091303904215734143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8091303904215734143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/ways-to-control-future-classes.html' title='Ways to control future classes'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2871734266255949606</id><published>2010-01-12T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:50:27.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do ppl get so huffy about the dumb stuff</title><content type='html'>There's an article online about how celebs are getting paid to tweet and now it's some controversy.  Who gives a flying-fart that Kim Kardasian tweets about Carls Jr.  If you don't want to see her tweets....DON'T FOLLOW HER!  Twitter is no different any other media outlet that people use to sell a product.  Honestly, it's a brilliant idea.  Kim has over 2 million followers so if just a small percentage of those people see the tweet and go by that Carls Jr salad then she was worth it.  Shoot.  I wish I would have come-up with such amazing idea.  Oye... I don't care, but the world is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw- do you know anyone that will pay me to tweet about their protect? :)  i have 38 followers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2871734266255949606?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2871734266255949606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2871734266255949606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2871734266255949606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2871734266255949606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-do-ppl-get-so-huffy-about-dumb.html' title='Why do ppl get so huffy about the dumb stuff'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2657757975569022211</id><published>2010-01-11T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:25:03.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you may think this is innappropriate...</title><content type='html'>But I'm going to share it with you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again invited readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the best of the best, at least in my opinion :)&lt;br /&gt;Ignoranus : A person who's both stupid and an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom thought it was so hilarious that she plans of using it in everyday conversation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2657757975569022211?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2657757975569022211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2657757975569022211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2657757975569022211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2657757975569022211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-you-may-think-this-is.html' title='I know you may think this is innappropriate...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2738245536979177118</id><published>2010-01-05T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:10:58.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is so magical about alcohol pictures...</title><content type='html'>I swear, every time I see posted pictures on facebook or twitter it's of a glass of wine, or beer, or of a bar and I don't get what is so cool about that.  I understand that people want to take pictures when they go out, but they should at least include a person in them.  For instance, I get people taking pictures @ 21st birthdays, but don't just take a picture of the beer... take a picture of the person drinking the beer.  But I don't know, I don't drink, but I can get on board with this... I'll start taking pictures of bottles of water and soda cans.  So stay tuned for some really awesome pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2738245536979177118?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2738245536979177118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2738245536979177118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2738245536979177118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2738245536979177118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-so-magical-about-alcohol.html' title='What is so magical about alcohol pictures...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7277252035665859696</id><published>2010-01-04T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:41:41.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so nostalgic Alie?</title><content type='html'>Why am I feeling so damn nostalgic? Last night I was sitting in bed and, I'm not sure if it was some one's status or picture, but I started to think of ADChi and undergrad and literally started to cry (and smile).  I just started to think of all the laughter and shinanagins that went on almost every night and then I started to realize how much a miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake-up and I see a tweeted picture of a class of beer and crayons and that made me start tearing up about all the years we went to softball tournaments, and how crazy and fun those were.  Every time we would go out of town all the guys would play ball during the day then everyone would meet back at the pool and the kids would play while everyone else worked on a 24 pack of miller light.  Then we would go out to dinner and the adults would again get a beer, while the kids colored their kids menus.  I know that sounds redonk, but it was a big part, a fun part, of growing up, but now everyone is retired and/or the kids are all grown up so they would never go to the tournaments anyway.  Can you tell I'm resisting the reality of growing up?  because I definitely am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/S0IaCYwzaXI/AAAAAAAAALA/SFxFY18T4Zw/s1600-h/x2_7a1c8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/S0IaCYwzaXI/AAAAAAAAALA/SFxFY18T4Zw/s200/x2_7a1c8c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422925529616705906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7277252035665859696?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7277252035665859696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=7277252035665859696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7277252035665859696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7277252035665859696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-so-nostalgic-alie.html' title='why so nostalgic Alie?'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/S0IaCYwzaXI/AAAAAAAAALA/SFxFY18T4Zw/s72-c/x2_7a1c8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7214060622612484151</id><published>2010-01-01T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:53:47.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>voyerism is fulfilling</title><content type='html'>I'm kidding, but really, it's just fabulous when all these people tweet pictures of all the AMMMMMAZING things they do.  I've gotten to see Katy Perry's pink tree and the Kim Kardasian playing a board game with Reggie Bush.  Then pictures of Soap stars skiing on their time off or recording a cd with their band.  Then to top it off you can leave thought provoking comments on those pictures... I really can't think of a better way to spend my time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should also take some time to wish you all a very happy New Years.  I can't believe it's been 10 years since we were all freaking about Y2K.  In that time we have witnessed the worst attack on US soil on 9/11/01, San Diego experienced two horrific fires.  I graduated from high school and college.  Made some of my best friends during my time in ADChi.  I had the honor of being my sister's maid of honor and spent the last 8 months getting excited for the newest addition to our family, due in March.  There were definitely some things that sucked butt, but overall I wouldn't change a thing and I'm excited as this year begins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7214060622612484151?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7214060622612484151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=7214060622612484151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7214060622612484151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7214060622612484151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/voyerism-is-fulfilling.html' title='voyerism is fulfilling'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-465644722728608273</id><published>2009-12-28T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:20:07.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes on the road kids!</title><content type='html'>I was taking part in one of my very favorite internet past time...voyerism, when I kind of get ticked off.  One of the GH stars was tweeting about her family heading to the snow (she didn't say where) and this was one of the tweets..."yep! While listening to book on tape. Kids have video in back. Audrey finally just fell asleep... Oh. And michael is driving."  The part that ticked me off was "kids have video in back".  Then she was tweeting pictures and this was a really neat one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/Szl1SXJ0pII/AAAAAAAAAK4/Eml9PzbByJM/s1600-h/x2_721009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/Szl1SXJ0pII/AAAAAAAAAK4/Eml9PzbByJM/s200/x2_721009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420492584830411906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a dork, but it wouldn't hurt the kids for the parents to say "Hey check out that mountain."  Technology has cooped up our kids and I think that is bad.  Somethings a long a road trip are boring, but others are really cool.  Then a few years later one of those kids will be in a geography class learning about sedimentary rocks and they would realize that they saw it up and close.  When my family is in the car the kids can a) watch stuff outside, read a book if they can, C) take a nap , or D) actually interact with their family.  I will say that DVDs and video games on planes is different, because in some case you are flying over water and it's not interesting until about 45 minutes before you land. Then there are other times when you flying across country and the pilot points out different points of interest.  I guess you can call me old fashion, or a dork for all the geography classes I took, but observing your environment is much more important than tuning out and watching Sponge Bob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-465644722728608273?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/465644722728608273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=465644722728608273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/465644722728608273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/465644722728608273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/eyes-on-road-kids.html' title='Eyes on the road kids!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/Szl1SXJ0pII/AAAAAAAAAK4/Eml9PzbByJM/s72-c/x2_721009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3245743903331029900</id><published>2009-12-23T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:42:28.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memories of 10th thru 12th grade every time i see them. Its just weirder beyond weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3245743903331029900?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3245743903331029900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3245743903331029900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3245743903331029900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3245743903331029900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories-of-10th-thru-12th-grade-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7418719826598387243</id><published>2009-11-28T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:50:10.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Blind Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Watch your "Blind side"</title><content type='html'>Everyone who is goo goo ga ga about "New Moon" needs to get over it and spend their next $8 to see "The Blind Side".  I'm sure you've seen the previews but if you haven't, in nut shell the movie is a true story about a wealthy family taking in a homeless boy, Michael Oher, and the story of him becoming a great lineman, getting a scholarship to play football at 'ole miss, then being drafted by the Ravens.  Sandra Bullock's character Leigh Ann is the backbone of the story and I sat there thinking, "Oh my God! That is my mom with a southern accent!"...if you have had the pleasure of meeting my mom you would see it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example- Leigh Ann is looking for Michael after he ran away and she goes to the projects where he used to live and all the guys were cat calling her and threatening Michael...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You threaten my son you threaten me."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in a Bible study with the DA, I'm in the NRA, and I'm always packing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my mom doesn't "pack" if we lived in the South she might... hehehe.  When we got out of the theater, almost on cue, she turns and says, "I want to go pick up a sweet, homeless black boy and adopt him." (Luckily we were able to restrain her from driving down to Imperial Ave. in search of that person).  If you are tired of pasty vampires with dirty hair, and want to see a true, funny and heart warming movie I strongly suggest The Blind Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/scqo1eDesc0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/scqo1eDesc0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7418719826598387243?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7418719826598387243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=7418719826598387243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7418719826598387243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7418719826598387243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/watch-your-blind-side.html' title='Watch your &quot;Blind side&quot;'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7297679745767046124</id><published>2009-11-22T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:33:46.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John 3:16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>John 3:16...</title><content type='html'>I really hate trying to have a conversation about a verse and the other person not even attempting to understand my point of view.  We were discussing the "reason for the season" and I brought up John 3:16 and the person's snap reaction was, "that verse is not about Christmas.  Christmas didn't even exist when it was written."  WELL DUUUUUH!  That's not the point.  I have always believed that John 3:16 was a compact way to explain why God sent Christ to earth.  To me that has EVERYTHING to do with Christmas.  If God didn't want to send his son to our world in the form of a human to live a sinless life and pay the ultimate price for our eternal salvation than there is no reason to have the holiday.  I felt like I was talking in circles so I just left.  I try not to get overly emotional, but it is important to me so I can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7297679745767046124?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7297679745767046124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=7297679745767046124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7297679745767046124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7297679745767046124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/john-316.html' title='John 3:16...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-271264142602787233</id><published>2009-11-09T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:20:02.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are blessed...</title><content type='html'>If you are sitting at a computer reading this, you are blessed.  If you live in a your own place, or with parents, you are blessed.  If you are in school, of graduated, you are blessed.  If you have family and friends that love and support you, you are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent 2 hours at a domestic violence shelter where woman live with their children in order to get away from abusive relationships.  The apartments have three beds in the common area, a room with 2 bonks, a small kitchen, and one small bathroom.  These women literally walk in with the clothes on their backs and all this combined makes you look at your life and realize how luck you are.  So next time you complain about not being able to go to that concert, just shut it... b/c there are families that can even afford to put food on their tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.  With Veterans Day coming up we should really take a moment to acknowledge what the military has done for us.  If you want to get some chills watch this commercial.  It will make you cry and/or feel a little more patriotic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUrf6Qg4T4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUrf6Qg4T4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-271264142602787233?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/271264142602787233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=271264142602787233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/271264142602787233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/271264142602787233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-blessed.html' title='You are blessed...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7026385617100680852</id><published>2009-10-22T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:17:33.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend...another party</title><content type='html'>My pledge sis and others never fail to tell me I live the life of a character out of the OC, and I just roll my eyes, but I've started to feel like I am going/having as many parties as they did on the show.  First it was the black tie CF gala.  Two weeks later it was the Southbay Community Services event at the roof top club of the Ivy hotel.  and finally two weeks later it is my dad's retirement party at my house..."Not your typical backyard bbq."  So far there have been 55 people RSVP for Saturday and my mom is taking Friday off to set up.  We hired a bartender and are having it catered by a Hawaiian food restaurant.  I guess the one similarity b/t fact and fiction is that now that we are all adults we go to these events together, which in turn means that I have to get a new outfit b/c I can't wear the same dress from last year (please slap me.  I can't believe I said that).  The truth is however, after 6 weeks of these things I'm kind of glad my weekends are going to calm down.  Life in the OC must have been really hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*please read into the heavy sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SuDZmok5OCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/llWG3dwAm74/s1600-h/Season-2-Cast-Photo-Shoot-the-oc-5221402-1500-1125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SuDZmok5OCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/llWG3dwAm74/s200/Season-2-Cast-Photo-Shoot-the-oc-5221402-1500-1125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395551611340273698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7026385617100680852?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SuDZmok5OCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/llWG3dwAm74/s72-c/Season-2-Cast-Photo-Shoot-the-oc-5221402-1500-1125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4906558226941665203</id><published>2009-09-28T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:27:50.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish that plans would work just once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4906558226941665203?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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punching bag... *punch* i try but always seem to fall short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3053472023639459714?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3053472023639459714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3053472023639459714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3053472023639459714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3053472023639459714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-had-punching-bag.html' 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Hip is bruised. Lets all go get crazy tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6830154256093857266?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6830154256093857266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6830154256093857266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6830154256093857266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6830154256093857266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/wifi-is-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-8662260197424323749</id><published>2009-09-13T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:51:47.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 minute rant...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if you saw the VMAs, but I watched for the first time in like three years and I have never been so shocked as I was by what Kanye did to Taylor Swift tonight.  He truly fulfilled the typical rapper stereotype by being arrogant, rude, disrespectful, and out of line when he bombarded the stage and stole the mic from Taylor.  I know he has said he is the "best rapper ever", but Taylor Swift has more overall talent, tact and grace in her pinkie than he does in his entire body.  She's 19 and writers her own songs and plays guitar and piano.  What does Kanye do? Rhyme words into an audio phone? wow.  I used to tolerate is cockiness b/c I liked some of his songs, but that ended tonight.  I give total props to Beyonce for having such class and allowing Taylor to come back onto the stage and give her acceptance speech when Beyonce won her award.  I really wish I could have seen Kanye's face, but luckily he had been kicked out.  He has released an "apology", but it was so half-ass he might well have not. I'm sure this incident will create quite the raucous for 3 days, and I too will get over, but I wanted to voice my disgust.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't see what happened here are the clips and a link to his "apology"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye's ambush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGdIC2gpjYs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGdIC2gpjYs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce giving Taylor the mic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5qcFhhYKLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5qcFhhYKLI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye's Apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, today was great b/c my very best pledge sis is in town and in my house for the next week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8662260197424323749?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8662260197424323749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8662260197424323749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8662260197424323749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8662260197424323749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-5-minute-rant.html' title='My 5 minute rant...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2157287945264374108</id><published>2009-09-07T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:59:17.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days long gone...</title><content type='html'>High school feels like it was so long ago and so much has happened, but sometimes I'm bombarded by what I don't have anymore.  When I get bored in the grocery store I usually flip through the soap mags b/c I only watch one show so many times it's not worth buying it.  In each magazine they always bold the names of the actors/characters so you can scan the things you want to.  Well there is one actress on GH who's name is "Megan Ward".  Since she's on GH and I see it all the time I don't usually stop and think about her name, but sometimes "Ward" brings me back to HS.  My best friend's name was Rachel Ward and for 13 years, K-12, she was the only Ward I knew of.  If I was an only child Rachel would be the closest thing to a sister for me.  We were so different, but there was never a time when we really at odds.  Then college crept up and we both kind of went our separate ways.  I don't regret anything and I still feel immensely blessed by the life long friends I have made these past 5 years, but she was still my best friend and there are still times when I see "Ward" and I realize how much I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rachel Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42258956@N03/3899172464/" title="Rachel and me at AGO by Alieh86, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/3899172464_77b20e5ee7_o.jpg" width="604" height="453" alt="Rachel and me at AGO" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other Ward that makes me think of Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SqXHjRANppI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2RHoCV-_mgE/s1600-h/l35e0696b0001_1_25032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SqXHjRANppI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2RHoCV-_mgE/s200/l35e0696b0001_1_25032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378924738637571730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The hair color is the same...hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2157287945264374108?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2157287945264374108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2157287945264374108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2157287945264374108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2157287945264374108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/days-long-gone.html' title='Days long gone...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SqXHjRANppI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2RHoCV-_mgE/s72-c/l35e0696b0001_1_25032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-1376420778668594369</id><published>2009-07-18T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:09:35.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encino man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen movies'/><title type='text'>Quick up date and another entertainment observation</title><content type='html'>Here we go.  I've been out of school for close to two months.  caught some rays on a cruise, then many, many more rays in Hawaii.  I got a sick new car (Mazda 3) and I had a job for 3 weeks, but then they stopped calling me... So now I hang out with the pup then meet my mom for lunch, come home, get my OC on, then watch General Hospital when my mom gets home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Encino Man for the first time today and I freaking loved it, but it made me realize how much teen movies have changed.  It seems that movies from the early 90s were primarily centered around the male characters.  It was always the dorky guy trying to get the cute, maybe a lil oblivious, girl and all the shananagins that follow.  But starting around 2000ish teen movies really shifted to where the primary plot was centered around girls.  Some examples include, ten things I hate about you, mean girls, Sydneywhite, and She's the man.  Maybe there was a movement from "stoner" movies to more "chick flicks" in the teenage comedy genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen Encino Man... you need to.  I'm gonna go buy it for $7 so lets all watch it together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/encino-man/links/837019" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Encino-Man-encino-man-837019_249_350.jpg" alt="Encino Man " width="249" height="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/mean-girls/links/200460" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/mean-girls-mean-girls-200460_500_375.jpg" alt="mean girls" width="500" height="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-1376420778668594369?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1376420778668594369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=1376420778668594369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1376420778668594369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1376420778668594369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-up-date-and-another-entertainment.html' title='Quick up date and another entertainment observation'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4196722071290485656</id><published>2009-05-15T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:30:28.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>This isn't really a "update" entry b/c I have a lot to do, but I have to share the hilarity I experienced last night.  This might only be funny to pledge sis, b/c she loves snl. but I swear I listened to a podcast hosted by "Coffee Talks" own Linda Richman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across an interview of one of the actresses from GH and I thought it would be interesting to listen to while getting ready for bed.  So I turn it on and I'm listening to the host introduce the show thinking, "OMG! This woman sounds like Linda Richman!!" The accent wasn't as think but the way she was pronouncing words like Caller as "colla" and talk as "tawk" I was in awe.  Then...  she said it.  She sealed the deal.  The actress, Megan Ward, was late and this woman, no joke, said, "Talk amongst ya selves"!!! hahahahahaha. I really wanted her to give us a discussion topic... "It's called General Hospital, but it's mostly about the mob...discuss" I was waiting for her to get ferklempt and call Megan "Buhta".  She could have taken "Barbara Strisaind" out of the script and inserted "Megan Wawd (Ward)".  All I could picture is this woman with a big black hair-do, long red nails and a big sweater with shoulder pads.  So while I enjoyed the interview I could have listened to her "tawk" to the janitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- It might have been so funny b/c I was tired, but I'm still a dork so I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk amongst ya' selves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Coffee Talk for your view enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/zoAGHGgX4a9t2BqMBjKd-Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/zoAGHGgX4a9t2BqMBjKd-Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4196722071290485656?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4196722071290485656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4196722071290485656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4196722071290485656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4196722071290485656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-8282985454879868303</id><published>2009-02-26T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:49:26.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palm springs'/><title type='text'>Sunny with the high in the mid-80s praising God</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about retreat.  you literally have no idea.  A weekend with my best friends in a city that's meant to chill in (well metaphorically).  Palm Springs is like my third home...San Diego, Hawaii, Palm Springs.  I'm so excited that it's going to be warm b/c we NEVER go places where its warm and so it will be easier to pack.  I am also excited that there is a pool in the backyard.  Devo time is going to be so different.  Give my bathing suit, sunscreen, hat, glasses, towel, a Bible and journal.  what could be better?  and forget card games and would you rather, I'll be chillin' trying to catch some sweet rays.  I am actually serious about the whole laying out thing b/c in the next 3 or 4 months I'll be in Vegas for 3 days, Mexico for 4 days, and Hawaii for 2 weeks!!!  This white girl needs a base tan. hehehe.  Well one more day of dreaded school and then it's 4 hrs stuck in traffic on the 15 north.  God Bless Palm Springs and Mou Rou for setting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SaZXA9Ml6EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/51dStif6sqg/s1600-h/DrivingPalmSprings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SaZXA9Ml6EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/51dStif6sqg/s320/DrivingPalmSprings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307024884841703490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8282985454879868303?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8282985454879868303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8282985454879868303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8282985454879868303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8282985454879868303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunny-with-high-in-mid-80s-praising-god.html' title='Sunny with the high in the mid-80s praising God'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SaZXA9Ml6EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/51dStif6sqg/s72-c/DrivingPalmSprings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-531974847386544219</id><published>2009-02-10T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:55:13.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinkin'</title><content type='html'>First things, first- I'm pretty sure ever actor(ess) has been on CSI at one time or another.  From my mom's high school bff, to the OC's leading mothers, even the "fashionista" of gh... but that's not what this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was looking something up on imdb I came across the profile of my mom's bff/maid of honor, Susanna Thompson and it made me a little sad.  This lady was my mom's bestie through high school, in her wedding, worked at Sears together and now they aren't in contact.  My mom always says that she doesn't really have any real "girl friends" and that my sister and I fill the spots.  It made me think my high school experiences and my "bffs"... not really any more.  I had a huge falling out with one and the other is living across the country.  It's not that I'm lonely or friendless, it's just that you share a connection with these girls and *poof* they are gone.  My sister was right, college is the place you meet your real friends, and I have, I just get a little nostalgic about the EastLake High Class of '04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm2170001408/nm0860749"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-531974847386544219?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/531974847386544219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=531974847386544219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/531974847386544219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/531974847386544219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-thinkin.html' title='Just thinkin&apos;'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5666267386238061520</id><published>2009-01-15T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:49:58.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melo-drama addict</title><content type='html'>As I wasted precious time this morning online I realized I'm freaking addicted to melo-dramatic soap operas.  I sit at the edge of my seat every monday to see the next Gossip Girl and dive on to the couch every afternoon to watch General Hospital, but I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing b/c it just means my life isn't dramatic so I have to live vicariously through cheesy shows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GH sweeps ad- hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls22jrt9_00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls22jrt9_00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5666267386238061520?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5666267386238061520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5666267386238061520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5666267386238061520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5666267386238061520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/melo-drama-addict.html' title='Melo-drama addict'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4600986119295630369</id><published>2009-01-11T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:15:07.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden globes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speeches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous Dresses and Long Speeches</title><content type='html'>I love awards season.  I do.  Mostly because I love to see what people people wear and either mock them or envy them.  This year started off with a bang.  There were so amazing dresses that graced the red carpet at the Golden Globes and I want to honor some of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! some of the speeches were so long.  This is a three hour show people and there is a lot to get through.  We know you're excited/emotional but get a grip.  My God, Kate Winslet won 2 and while I love her, she's butta (Linda Richmond "Coffee Talk"), I'm not sure you need to thank your make-up artist for making you look like betta butta. When she pulled out her first thank you speech for The Reader I thought she was reading an address to congress (or Parliament). Then she won again for Revolutionary Road and while she didn't have one ready she seemed to talk just as long... and she was crying.  I kind of wanted to throw a sock, because I think it would do less damage than a shoe to our tv.  So I have come up with a template that I will send to help condense the speech for the Oscars... since the golden globes are usually a precursor to the Oscars-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read emotionally in an English accent)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh. I'm so excited to receive this award.  I'd like to thank the director_____, and the producers for allowing me to be a part of this fantastic project.  I'd like to thank my costars, (Leo D.), _______, it's been an honor to work with you and I'd like to thank the rest of the cast and crew, without you none of this would be possible.  Finally I'd have to thank my husband, you are the love of my life (blah, blah, blah), and my kids, Mummy loves you.  THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that's all you really need to say.  Obviously they don't know how to "cliff note" things across the pond. Anyway, that's going in the mail tomorrow, b/c otherwise the Oscars could be a long night. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion... I love award shows and when I can add pics of my favorite dresses I will.  Enjoy the last week and a half of break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Globe Picks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best looking couple (OK, they aren't an actual couple but they might as well be)- Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio (OMG OMG! IT'S LEO!!!! AHHHHH :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuCf8DDazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lYhJn-912TA/s1600-h/6193_8614895569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuCf8DDazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lYhJn-912TA/s320/6193_8614895569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290465672483269426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest vintage dress- Jane Krakowski (30 Rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuD0P4o6nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZAEzB7_HE6A/s1600-h/8504_8469557788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuD0P4o6nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZAEzB7_HE6A/s320/8504_8469557788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290467120917310066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest bold color dress- Polly Pocket sized Eva Longoria-Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuEbV7dhjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PIEZL2ApH7c/s1600-h/1356498344_7242011432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuEbV7dhjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PIEZL2ApH7c/s320/1356498344_7242011432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290467792554657330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest Simple black dress (nice lil touch with the broach at the hip)- double winner Kate Winslet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuE7hQFtVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cEy2dqOdUyA/s1600-h/1748401905_3603907353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuE7hQFtVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cEy2dqOdUyA/s320/1748401905_3603907353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290468345349780818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest white off the shoulder dress- Sandra Bullock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuFVLoQotI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tB4K-zViTDA/s1600-h/2193012228_2450914250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuFVLoQotI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tB4K-zViTDA/s320/2193012228_2450914250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290468786222179026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around prettiest sexy/form fitting dress- Beyounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuHpapKZVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mIoVT5M492s/s1600-h/2223535230_3315696404(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuHpapKZVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mIoVT5M492s/s320/2223535230_3315696404(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290471332873135442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I'm so jealous of all these gorgeous people and the fact that they get to wear these beautiful dresses and jewelry.  The only one I think I would ever be able to pull-off is...Beyounce's...HAHAHA.  just kidding.  No really it would probably be Kate Winslet's.  Hey man, I'm dropping the LBs, banquet is in 3 months I just need to work out and find a way to get my grubby (OK, I'll wash them) hands on it.  and the Jewels, but I'd probably get arrested :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4600986119295630369?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4600986119295630369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4600986119295630369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4600986119295630369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4600986119295630369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/gorgeous-dresses-and-long-speeches.html' title='Gorgeous Dresses and Long Speeches'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWuCf8DDazI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lYhJn-912TA/s72-c/6193_8614895569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2250333506021920074</id><published>2009-01-09T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:01:14.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholarship'/><title type='text'>Scholarship...</title><content type='html'>So I just got an email from school and the title was, "SDSU Scholarship", so I open it up and it is the "Cesar Chavez Memorial Scholarship".... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Obviously it is a blanket email that they send to everyone.  I think I shed a single tear of laughter.  If it wasn't a blanket email they must have saw I lived in Chula Vista and figured I would fulfill the requirements (poor and Hispanic).  Oh geez.  What a day.  I should be studying for another horrible standardized test, the CBEST, but I'm sitting here listening to Maggie snoring and watching tivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2250333506021920074?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2250333506021920074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2250333506021920074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2250333506021920074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2250333506021920074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/scholarship.html' title='Scholarship...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6306598444953733485</id><published>2009-01-06T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:29:41.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accents'/><title type='text'>I love legit English accents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWQf3f8EOLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UHcnFOE2F9g/s1600-h/the_holiday_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWQf3f8EOLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UHcnFOE2F9g/s200/the_holiday_movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288386900766505138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love English accents.  I watched The Holiday today and every time I fall in love with their dialect.  They sound more educated than Americans.  They don't shorten words and they enunciate each part of the word.  For example, Americans say "Kitten" like "kittin", but the average Britain says "KittEN" like it should be.  I think we should all start learning from them.  I also noticed that they say "I am" instead of "I'm"... We're (we are) just lazy!  Lazy Americans. Sometimes I wish I was British just so I could sound more edjimacated.  But then there is the whole cold weather thing and I could not handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the trailer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0p8Su3bdHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0p8Su3bdHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6306598444953733485?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6306598444953733485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6306598444953733485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6306598444953733485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6306598444953733485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-legit-english-accents.html' title='I love legit English accents!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SWQf3f8EOLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UHcnFOE2F9g/s72-c/the_holiday_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-1328269035906517315</id><published>2009-01-04T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:13:34.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>A New Year... A New Diet</title><content type='html'>Yes it's that time again.  After stuffing our faces with unhealthy food from Oct to Jan we step on the scale and realize it's time to start all over again.  As usual I weigh the same as I always do after being a lil porker so 10 lbs and I'll be happy.  This year the diet is called, "The Flat Belly Diet".  In addition to eating less you cut out certain foods to specifically target your marcy.  The first 4 days, we are going on day 3, are detox, which means we have to drink "sassy water" (mint, ginger, cucumber, and lemon), eat 1 pint of tomatoes 2 of the days and eat a handful of sunflower seeds with your bland cereal and sassy water.  I'm really trying not to complain, because if there was ever a time to lose some lbs it's now.  I'm going to Vegas in March and Mexico and Hawaii in May... and I want to look gooooood.  When I start a diet I go in knowing that I don't want to lose 20 lbs b/c I've done that before and it's almost impossible to maintain.  I want to be healthy and have a flat stomach, but not be forced to eat a pint of tomatoes when I don't even like tomatoes!  If I could go from an 8 to a 6 I'd do a cart wheel, in theory.  Dieting always makes me think about the world we live in and how much pressure there is to be "thin".  Not everyone can be "thin", but ppl can be healthy and thats what maters.  Just the other day I was looking at pictures on OMG (yahoo gossip) and I was reading the comments under a picture of kate winslet and someone said, "I worked on the set of Titanic and she was over weight".  That comment made me sad.  I responded and was like, "she was probably 130 and if you think that's fat there is something seriously wrong with you".  I mean whats wrong with people in general.  I bet she was the same size as my sister and if you've seen my sister you would NEVER say she's fat.  We wonder why people are self-conscious about their bodies.  I see pictures of skinny celebraties and just think, "I'd never want to be that skinny and shapeless".  I want to be healthy and not flabby, yet keep my curves.  We need more reasonably sized actresses out there that aren't 5'4" and weigh 105 lbs.  Teach young girls that it's way hotter to be healthy and curvy.  I guess that's my rant.  I'm glad that I'm not super self conscious about my weight and compare myself to the rich and famous b/c if I did, I don't think I'd like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btw- I illegally watched like 3/4 of Revolutionary Road and I can tell you that while it's good, Titanic is a more up-lifting movie (yeah, I know right?).... but I didn't see the end so that's just my opinion as of right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-1328269035906517315?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1328269035906517315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=1328269035906517315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1328269035906517315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1328269035906517315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-diet.html' title='A New Year... A New Diet'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5253918767502494570</id><published>2008-12-29T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:06:11.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bryan adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whiteny houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celine dion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theme songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seal'/><title type='text'>Whatever happened to movie theme songs?</title><content type='html'>The other day I was listening to 933 and they were discussing the "10 worst songs ever written" and #8 was "My Heart Will Go On".  They then proceeded to talk about the time in movie history when big movies had major, and in many cases cheesy, theme songs and it made me realize that those songs are really lacking in today's movies.  Here's a lil list of songs they talked about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal's "Kiss from a rose on a grave"- I personally love this song and don't think it's cheesy at all.  In fact, no matter what Batman movie I watch I think of this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston's "I will always love"- yeah it's cheesy and the movie is mediocre, but the woman's got a great set of pipes.  Personally, whenever I hear it I like to pretend I can sing and dramatically lip-sync to it without embarrassing myself or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adam's "Everything I do, I do it for you"- total cheese, but it's got HEART!!  And listen to the words, wouldn't you want your one true love to feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...the grand daddy of them all-&lt;br /&gt;"My heart will go on"- we all saw the movie, we all fell in love with leo and hated kate b/c she got to kiss him.  We all sang the damn song in our school choir... usually with little success, but no matter how much you hate it, you can't help but love it.  Even after watching it you let the credits play so you can do an interrupted dance/dramatic lip sync and if you're really in the mood you act out "I'm the king of the world!", "I'm flying Jack!!" and "I'll never let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to challenge musicians to bring back the dramatic theme songs.  They are dearly missed no matter what people say and you know ten years after it hit the air waves you will hear it playing while you are waiting to see the dentist, smile, and quietly humm the lyrics under your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added the videos to all the songs so you can relive all the wonderful memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal- "Kiss from a rose on a grave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ateQQc-AgEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ateQQc-AgEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston' "I will always love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNarn1MY6kY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNarn1MY6kY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams- "Everything I do, I do for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGoWtY_h4xo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGoWtY_h4xo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion- "My heart will go on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmbw8OycJrE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmbw8OycJrE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(While looking up that video I couldn't help but watch it and do a dramatic lip-sync in my room :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5253918767502494570?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5253918767502494570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5253918767502494570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5253918767502494570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5253918767502494570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/whatever-happened-to-movie-theme-songs.html' title='Whatever happened to movie theme songs?'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-1205519418546624001</id><published>2008-12-15T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:07:38.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrrr...</title><content type='html'>First of all... I should be studying, but anyways...  We are such wimps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; well I am.  There's a "winter storm" passing through today and the temp didn't get higher than like 58 and I thought I was going to die.  Living in SD has given me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thinnest&lt;/span&gt; blood in the world and I was so cold I didn't want to get out of my clothes, to actually get in a warm shower.  The actual storm was crazy.  Around 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; we look out and it's as if the Nile is running down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brockbank&lt;/span&gt;.  The water was almost over flowing on to the sidewalk and was almost up to the bottom of all our Asian cars.  I love this stuff, b/c it's nice to mix it up, but at the same time it makes me appreciate our almost year round sunny weather.  B/c I am a huge weather dork I've been spending quality time on weather.com tracking the rain and I noticed that the middle of the country is really cold.  For example, I saw that the high in Dallas was 37.  I thought that was really cold so I looked up the average for Dec and saw it was around 57....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; 20 DEGREES!!!  I could not imagine if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;San&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt; was 20 degrees below average.  I've been in weather like that in Paris and NY, but I think I'd die of shock.  I don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; would know what to do.  we rap up in jeans, sweatshirts, scarfs, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;uggs&lt;/span&gt; when it is "cold" so I don't think people have clothes for that weather...or if they do it's snowboarding clothes.  It would be pretty funny to see people walking to class in snowboarding pants and and jackets.  My mom would have 10 layers on and the heater up to 80.  Makes me cold thinking about it.  Luckily... b/c we live by the coast it would take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ubber&lt;/span&gt;-cold winter storm to ever get that cold because temps to fluctuate as drastically on the coast (just say it... I'm a huge nerd).  OK well I'm not getting anything done so I'm hitting the sack so I can get up and study for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;geo&lt;/span&gt; final.  Wish me luck, and stay warm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-1205519418546624001?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1205519418546624001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=1205519418546624001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1205519418546624001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1205519418546624001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/brrrrr.html' title='brrrrr...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6519140067962400925</id><published>2008-12-10T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:33:48.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philanthropy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>A philathropy we can pwn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SUAXKMjEYQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-Rlk0LPNzAg/s1600-h/n24615159_35113228_3990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SUAXKMjEYQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-Rlk0LPNzAg/s200/n24615159_35113228_3990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278244227212665090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SUAXJ6bD06I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IgGklh-SFwg/s1600-h/n1049610167_30193356_9533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SUAXJ6bD06I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IgGklh-SFwg/s200/n1049610167_30193356_9533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278244222347236258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will redeem ourselves next semester.  I just heard that we are going to try and get into a football philanthropy and I'm so excited!  We got robbed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SLO&lt;/span&gt;, but we learned what our weaknesses are and we know what needs to be done this time around.  Yes, we are the Christian sorority, but that doesn't mean we won't own the field.  Obviously we don't know what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; is, but when we've got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caspie&lt;/span&gt; under the middle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Teso&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cout&lt;/span&gt;, Zulu, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Twighlight&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Miata&lt;/span&gt; on the outside, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Corve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rarri&lt;/span&gt;, and me owning the O-line, and a defense that gets in your face I don't know how we can't kick some anus.  Shoot, softball was fun a couple years ago and we only had a few girls whom had played.  we are well schooled in plays and techniques and we will make AGO proud... even though it's not their event, we owe them credit.  So as break comes near, take advantage of your free time and break a sweat every now and then.  we may be 1/10 the size in number of girls, but we got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;skillllllzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;.!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6519140067962400925?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6519140067962400925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6519140067962400925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6519140067962400925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6519140067962400925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/philathropy-we-can-pwn.html' title='A philathropy we can pwn!!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SUAXKMjEYQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-Rlk0LPNzAg/s72-c/n24615159_35113228_3990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6845888513058749484</id><published>2008-11-23T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:19:44.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail the chief!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SSpHYCI563I/AAAAAAAAAI0/CLvI9fxN72c/s1600-h/DHunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SSpHYCI563I/AAAAAAAAAI0/CLvI9fxN72c/s320/DHunter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272104792007240562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SSpHBYnetZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uInzXsBoMyk/s1600-h/ca_chula_vista.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SSpHBYnetZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uInzXsBoMyk/s200/ca_chula_vista.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272104402904069522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rumor that was circulating around the police department was that my dad would be retiring soon is about to change.... to the rumor that he is going to be the next chief. 20+ years on the job he has gone from a lowly officer to the brink of guiding the second largest city in the county.  It's not set in stone, but the current chief pretty much said, without really saying, that he was going to retire a few and my dad would be  the top canidinate.  that's pretty freaking rad :).  Stay tuned to hear the final word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6845888513058749484?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6845888513058749484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6845888513058749484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6845888513058749484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6845888513058749484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-hail-chief.html' title='All hail the chief!!!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SSpHYCI563I/AAAAAAAAAI0/CLvI9fxN72c/s72-c/DHunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-1836581848577222452</id><published>2008-11-22T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:48:29.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for the awkward pictures</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget about the Greek "bubble" we live in.  Tonight was the battle of the bands at AGO and we all came armed with fully charged cameras ready to document the night.  Some pics are cute, some are funny, some are awkward, and some are please God delete that from everyones' memories.  While ADChi revels in cute pictures primed for scrapbooks, we also loove silly ones.  Being a silly night, the majority of the pictures fell into the silly/awkward category... nonetheless, it is college and it deserves to be preserved online for everyone to point and laugh at.  30 minutes after posting all the top-notch photos I got a message from a girl asking me to delete one of them b/c her house has been having problems with ppl taking photos and posting them on party sites.  Something like this would never cross my mind.  I guess b/c the people in the photos and the ppl looking at them know that it's just a bunch of goofy girls and/or guys acting like 12 year olds...sans booze, or drugs.  Of course I deleted it out of respect for her b/c I can only imagine how hard it is to be a Christian minority in a worldly organization where ppl don't usually remember where they were or what they were doing in the picture taken.  This small picture makes me realize how lucky I am to be surrounded by ppl that I can be real with, and have fun with and know that I don't have to worry about a picture of me being silly is going to end up on a site littered with half naked girls and drunk/horny guys.  I lift about all my peers throughout the Greek community whom have to fight this fight every day, especially on weekends.  May you be in the world, but not of the world and set a Godly example for those around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-1836581848577222452?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1836581848577222452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=1836581848577222452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1836581848577222452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1836581848577222452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-for-awkward-pictures.html' title='Living for the awkward pictures'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-1941972500134831730</id><published>2008-10-23T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:27:42.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson to learn</title><content type='html'>Some may disagree, but I think that the fact that I have been here since spring '05 makes me wise when it comes to living with your pledge sisters and at the same time reaching out to others.  Pledge semester and JA semester it is pounded into our heads to be unified as a class, and thats important b/c everyone needs to lean on each other while adjusting to the craziness of adchi, but we can't forget that we are not just groups of pledge classes, we are a united sorority with shared beliefs and goals.  I always challenge people to get out of their comfort zone and get to know older and younger girls b/c they may end-up being life long friends.  It is a growing process and if you are shy then it is going to be hard at times, but 8 semesters in (7 active) I can tell you that, while my pledge sis and I have a bond that can never be broken, there are many girls that aren't in my class, some 3 years younger than me, that I have been blessed me with their presence in my life.  So here's the bottom line... It is important for us to maintain good relationships with our pledge sisters, but maybe just as important create bonds with people you never thought would happen, because in the end that is what will make this place so special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-1941972500134831730?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1941972500134831730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=1941972500134831730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1941972500134831730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1941972500134831730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/lesson-to-learn.html' title='Lesson to learn'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4524027001253152659</id><published>2008-10-19T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:37:43.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hey Mom and Dad"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mom.  Is Dad there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Dad.  When is Mom getting home."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mom.  What are you getting Dad for your 31st anniversery?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just forget sometimes that there are a lot of people out there my age that have divorced parents.  I know some of them say it is much better that way, but I just guess I could never imagine it happening to my mom and dad.  And almost all the girls I live with have parents that are still married so there's just that status quo in my bubble. And me being me sometimes I start gabbing about what they refer to my family as "the cleavers" and I hear, "Oh, my parents are divorced" (foot in mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to SLO-&lt;br /&gt;There are muscles in my body that I didn't know I had and/or could be sore.  I played almost the entire time, 3 games, and out of those games I pretty much played outside O-line blocker, AKA- Caspie's body guard.  I have to say most of the time we were the "great wall of Delta" and ppl had a hard to getting past us.  There's that stereo-type that the best position is QB or receiver, but I had more fun doing my job.  Coo does to Couture for being the straight out bossy receiver, Caspie for getting the job done as QB and out back field defenders for straight out Delta domination.  That all said, we came in 2nd, but it doesn't matter b/c I had too much fun to let a few cocky opponents ruin it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4524027001253152659?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4524027001253152659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4524027001253152659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4524027001253152659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4524027001253152659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-i-forget.html' title='Sometimes I forget...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5629730928459387789</id><published>2008-10-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:11:52.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing...</title><content type='html'>Retreat...&lt;br /&gt;Pretty great.  I really needed a few days to just "chill", at least before returning to the reality of a 10-12 pg paper due thursday.  The ride up: Madgas, Dizzle, Tswana, Sunbright, and me= FANTABULOUS!!  Dizzle, Tswana, and I got in a short tickle war which allowed them to see how I react to being tickled...very dangerous, limbs everywhere.  when it was pitch black and the going got tough Madgas' Tom Tom came through...God bless the makers of GPS devices all over the world.  The cabin was awesome.  a lil chilly on friday, but that's where the camping mummy bag worked nicely.  Got to share a room with the amazing sigmas and fell asleep giggling to their shinanagins.  Saturday was great.  Lots of devo time and a short stack at The Loose Cabose with the AP was great.  Entertainment practice rolled around and I have to say I was a lil bummed b/c I was alone and didn't have anything planned.  Luckily the Chi Class welcomed me with open-arms to join their act... what a great group of young girls (they made me realize how old I am).  Oh and a shout out to Tswana's "costume" :p.  that was all followed by the Delta retreat tradition of "the fruit game", in which I got "pillow whipped" many times.  That game is an all-time favorite b/c I love seeing girls freak out, but it wasn't truly the same without the original peach and lime couple (aka- mings and tropi).  Time to wind down and settle in for the night I offered up sharing my 'smaller than a full bigger than a twin' bunk b/c it was so cold the night before and I know from experience that more bodies= more warmth.  So after Tswana and I tuck ourselves in I remembered that they turned the heat up a lil, and remember more bodies= more warmth. so there was more time spent trying to find a comfortable position, where I wasn't too hot and/or invading too much of my bunk mates space. hahaha. But thats ok, b/c I was able to make fun of her for softly (ok more than softly) snoring.  The drive home was pleasant- tom tom lead the way, there was no traffic and many of us drifted in and out of consciousness.  Overall, retreat was great, and I feel like I have come back closer to people than before.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met, or been friends with someone who, while completely different, does things that remind you of a significant person from your past?  I mean, no where close.  darker hair, completely opposite personality, darker skin color, etc, but than I'll see a certain facial expression or hear a voice inflection and it sends me flying back 5 years.  It's not a bad memories type thing, b/c we had a 'falling away' instead of a 'falling out'.  different schools meant different majors, friends, and new activities which just shifted our time and priorities.  Whenever I see those minascule similarities I start to wonder what they are doing.  on the east coast now, with a career, and different friends, while I'm still here.  not that I'm unhappy, it's just weird thinking about the fact that we were the closest friends could be without actually being blood related and now the only thing I really have is creeping their facebook now and then.  I guess that's what college turns out to be a lot of times.  New friends, from the age 19-23...growing together and sharing countless memories.  Simply put, you could say my "bridal party" has shifted since 2004 and I think that's both awesome and sad in the same breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5629730928459387789?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5629730928459387789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5629730928459387789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5629730928459387789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5629730928459387789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing.html' title='Missing...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4540060720554297463</id><published>2008-09-15T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:19:27.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bless America...and SNL</title><content type='html'>I freaking love America.  I don't just say that because I'm patriotic, though I am, I say it because freedom of speech allows glorious shows like SNL the ability to make fun of our politicians.  Some of the best skits include Will Ferrel as Bush and also as Janet Reno throwing dance parties.  The newest one is Tina Fey as Sarah Palin...our future VP (just get over it demo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;craps&lt;/span&gt;... ppl vote with their hearts, not their heads).  But I mean really, where else do you get some of the most ridiculous politicians and... the freedom to make fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="left: 245px; top: 154px; width: 500px; height: 289px; display: block;" id="husky-player-shell"&gt;&lt;object class="husky" id="fp290" data="http://www.hulu.com/embed/wyUOSXxioQGZEeIn9cTcyw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="289" width="500"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;param value="callback_function=huskycallback795922&amp;amp;autoplay=1&amp;amp;husky=true&amp;amp;DARTPublisher=hsk.showhype.showhype" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/34465/saturday"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/34465/saturday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4540060720554297463?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4540060720554297463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4540060720554297463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4540060720554297463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4540060720554297463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-bless-americaand-snl.html' title='Good Bless America...and SNL'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6813368548996974075</id><published>2008-09-10T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:12:05.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>9/11/2001... Where were you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SMi2ckp6w1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/0xbyZRW50L8/s1600-h/911_tribute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SMi2ckp6w1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/0xbyZRW50L8/s320/911_tribute.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244642368065028946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6:15 AM and I was sitting at the counter eating frosted flakes while my dad stretched his back on the family room floor listening to KGB.  The laughter came to a sudden stop as the DJ informed all the listeners that a plane had crashed into the side of the World Trade Center and it did not look like an accident.  He said if you were near a TV to turn it on to any news channel for the latest updates.  Seeing the first burning tower I ran upstairs to tell my mom to watch the news.  Right as we turned the TV on we saw the second plane crash into the twin tower and it was almost as if you could feel a shriver run through the entire country.  You could hear a pin drop in our house as we stood there in shock.  A short time later we heard the reports of a third plane crashing into the pentagon and a fourth crash landing somewhere in Penn.  I can truly say I've never been so scared in my life.  Heading off to school we sat and listened to KOGO as more reports came in.  Despite the fact that we were only in high school, everyone knew that the events of that day would change the world we know... and they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this year's anniversary caries more importance b/c it is a election year and terrorism is still a hot topic.  I have to say that while Bush has done some dofussy stuff while president,  I think he did a pretty darn good job at supporting our country and taking action.  In my opinion there was no time to sit a "talk things through" with these men... you hit the US and we will hit you back tenfold.  While I'm questioning the war in Iraq, I am still certain that it was necessary to militarily respond to Afghanistan.  In my mind it was not an attack on Islam, b/c I think we would have done the same thing if it was Russia, or North Korea, or any other country that attacked. I post this picture not to torment you, but to remind you what we saw and experienced together.  Never forget that day, b/c it has and will define our generation and affect those still to come.   So tomorrow as you go through your day try to say a prayer for all the men and women who have lost their lives either in the actual attacks or in battle defending our freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6813368548996974075?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6813368548996974075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6813368548996974075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6813368548996974075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6813368548996974075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/9112001-where-were-you.html' title='9/11/2001... Where were you?'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SMi2ckp6w1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/0xbyZRW50L8/s72-c/911_tribute.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3604516615754373849</id><published>2008-08-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:28:20.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><title type='text'>I love my grandma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SKG6BfEKq1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SUGxgdzSDC4/s1600-h/n501121311_747725_4224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SKG6BfEKq1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SUGxgdzSDC4/s400/n501121311_747725_4224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233668776662838098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My Grandma is stay with for 2 weeks and let me just tell you.... SHE'S CRAZY!  Last night I recorded Gossip Girl and wanted to watch it this morning while eating my breakfast.  She comes out of the downstairs bedroom, sits down at the counter and starts watching it with me.  I wasn't really sure what she was going to say, but with my grandma you never know.  She asked me what it was about and I told her the basic plot and she said, "Wow, that sounds fun.  when is this on?"&lt;br /&gt;(look of shock). I just started cracking-up.  She kept commenting on how the cute clothes were and she thought Blair was funny.  I really should have known.  Some grandmas would slap your wrist and tell you to change the channel, but not my grandma.....no sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you ever met my grandma you would understand :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3604516615754373849?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3604516615754373849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3604516615754373849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3604516615754373849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3604516615754373849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-grandma.html' title='I love my grandma...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SKG6BfEKq1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SUGxgdzSDC4/s72-c/n501121311_747725_4224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2111503485069350551</id><published>2008-08-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:05:56.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudgees---&gt;Tom Petty---&gt;Tupac</title><content type='html'>Friday mornings at 9 are my favorites.  It's "flush the format fridays" on 933 and that means one hour of musical madness mixed together.  For example, the fudgees lead to tom petty which lead to tupac....THATS AMAZING!  Last week they even threw in "these boots are made for walking"... the original nancy senatra version, not that jessica simpson crap.  and then I think that lead to the violent femmes.  I just keep dancing!  So if you're musical schitzo and you love to dance you should tune in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GRE sucks.  I truly hate studying for this crap!  I feel like the questions point and laugh at me from the page. the math you need to know is like 8-10th grade math and I feel like an idiot when I read the problem and forget how compute the slope of a line.... I KICKED @$$ AT THAT...in like 8th grade:x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2111503485069350551?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2111503485069350551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2111503485069350551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2111503485069350551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2111503485069350551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/fudgees-tom-petty-tupac.html' title='Fudgees---&gt;Tom Petty---&gt;Tupac'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3540057431407441266</id><published>2008-07-09T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:47:43.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nordstrom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Trick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruth Chris'/><title type='text'>way too long</title><content type='html'>Sorry to all my "loyal" readers...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, I've been away for so long.  Just not too much going on.  Work, is so great, I work like 3 hours a week, it's a good thing I'm not supporting myself.  Monday was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Birfday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! 22.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;.  Best part was going to Ruth Chris.  I'm such a snobby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carnivore&lt;/span&gt;.  Biggest thing I'm excited about is the concert I'm going to next week.  Journey, Heart, Cheap Trick... Don't hate.  It's gonna be awesome. "I want you! to want me!" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barracuda&lt;/span&gt;!! and "The Wheel in the Sky Keeps on turning!"  You might not know what I'm talking about, but if you heard the songs you would totally know all the lyrics.  Totally lame, but I want to make a shirt that says, "Do-not  insult Journey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!" - Ryan Atwood, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway, highlight of the week will be attending the half-yearly preview sale at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, the Hunter family is pimp and we got an invite to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-sale all the clothes before anyone else.  Alright, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nough&lt;/span&gt; said, have a great week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3540057431407441266?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3540057431407441266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3540057431407441266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3540057431407441266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3540057431407441266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/way-too-long.html' title='way too long'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6363700927616461172</id><published>2008-06-20T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:36:05.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agent 86+Agent 99= Get Smart= Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SFyRn6m3R2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/crZ-hiW4zQY/s1600-h/10754613_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SFyRn6m3R2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/crZ-hiW4zQY/s320/10754613_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214202583521380194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just went to see Get Smart with my parents and it's freaking hilarious.  It's based off a 60's show, but it doesn't matter if you've seen the show to get the movie.  Although... if you have parents who watched it, make it a family outing cause they'll love it too (my dad did).  In all seriousness, it is one of the better movies I've seen in a long time.  It's 2 hours, but you laugh pretty much the whole time, sometimes even hysterically.  Steve Carell plays Maxwell Smart, a secret agency analysis before he is promoted to a field agent (86).  He is paired with agent 99, a hot kick ass agent, played by Anne Hathaway.  He's a buffoon, but she's a super spy so they get things done.  Steve is real&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SFySkT23D3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/4JP4PRzJ8OQ/s1600-h/10461430_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 236px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SFySkT23D3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/4JP4PRzJ8OQ/s320/10461430_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214203621091512178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly funny the whole way through and Anne is the perfect costar.... Who knew our lil princess Mia would grow up to be a super-spy.  I'm totally inspired to go take some tae-boo classes, learn to walk/run/fight in stilettos and buy so super hot clothes, then go work for a secret spy department.  So if you wanna see a funny movie with some great actions scenes and a sweet, but not over done romance story go see Get Smart.  Oh and there will definitely be a sequel b/c in the t.v. serious 86 and 99 go on to get married and continue to fight crime. yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6363700927616461172?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6363700927616461172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6363700927616461172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6363700927616461172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6363700927616461172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/agent-86agent-99-get-smart-amazing.html' title='Agent 86+Agent 99= Get Smart= Amazing'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SFyRn6m3R2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/crZ-hiW4zQY/s72-c/10754613_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7862633067038791171</id><published>2008-06-11T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:23:48.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>73 degrees and air conditioning?</title><content type='html'>So I was looking at a discussion board this morning at I was reading some posts b/t some ppl in Germany and one of the girls said it was a good thing that she had air conditioning b/c it was hot.  So being the curious meteorologist that I am I looked online to see how hot it was................. 73 degrees.  really?  are you kidding me?  that's jeans, bring a cotton jacket cause it might get cold weather.  shoot we don't turn on the air conditioning until it gets up to like 85 in the house,  not outside.  It's all about the fans, pools, and beaches... and least amount of clothing socially acceptable.  It's 105 in palm springs and we are slathering the suntan lotion on and chillaxin' out at the pool.  I guess we are mutants here in the southwest and have evolved to the point where we don't think it's unbearable until it's like 100.  not 73.  Anyway, I just that was funny, 2 more days of freedom 'til I have to go to work... mind-numbing work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7862633067038791171?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7862633067038791171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=7862633067038791171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7862633067038791171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7862633067038791171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/73-degrees-and-air-conditioning.html' title='73 degrees and air conditioning?'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3724740420952468158</id><published>2008-06-02T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:04:18.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months to save the world</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is official.  my entire family (mom, sister, me...even my dad) is going to the Madonna concert at Petco on Nov 4th 2008 :).  I'm sure it will be a crazy concert with interesting fans, but it's just one of those "things to do before you get married"... or she gets a hip transplant event.  We got some great seats they are on the first base line second tier so we can see the stage really well.  I'm sure that since it is going to be in nov that it's going to be colder then... well, cold (atleast for us San Diegoites).  If there is anything going on that tuesday, sorority, family school, it will just have to wait.  If it were nov right now I know what I would wear.  My cute straight-leg jeans, black boots, green v-neck sweater, multi-colored scarf and my gray jacket... but I'm sure we will get something different. I have to find a way to get my moms camera in there b/c it takes awesome pics and even HD video.  Anyway, I'm just so excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3724740420952468158?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3724740420952468158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3724740420952468158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3724740420952468158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3724740420952468158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-months-to-save-world.html' title='4 months to save the world'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-315477991518138660</id><published>2008-05-19T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:19:20.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>Hooooooooked</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!  Im totally hooked on Gossip Girl now.  My parents tivo GG for me so I get to catch up either when I'm by myself or hanging out with my mom (I think she secretly loves teen drama). I was skeptical of it at first b/c people were comparing it to the OC, but once I accepted the fact that it is a darker, preppier, more risque, east coast show I learned to love it.  The only thing I'm worried about is that the writers will turn Serena into another Marissa. The guys are pretty hot, except I think its pretty weird that they had a photo spread (clothed) in Out, the magazine.  It's just so suspenseful... devious.  I was watching last weeks episode today, preparing for the finale tonight, and the end... it was just so crazy.  If you haven't started watching it, you should, and don't give me crap about it being inappropriate because there are plenty of other shows that are out there that are just as risque!  So tune in tonight to ch 5 (CW) at 8pm to see if there will be a wedding or not... and who's kissing who now, adults and youth alike... there may be the workings of a parental "super couple" and thats exciting ;p. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-315477991518138660?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/315477991518138660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=315477991518138660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/315477991518138660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/315477991518138660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/hooooooooked.html' title='Hooooooooked'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2152837543624216749</id><published>2008-05-16T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:41:36.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blazin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Anotha baby momma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SC3_QGAiEMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3pxDzdfwbUw/s1600-h/s24616986_34037368_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SC3_QGAiEMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3pxDzdfwbUw/s320/s24616986_34037368_2526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201093796638625986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm gonna put my white T, Apple Bottom jeans and Air Force ones on to write this blog.  I was cruising through SoapNet.com today and I saw a news article that said our favorite TV mom (Kirsten) had herself a lil Sophie Rose.  I click on the link and it says she had a baby girl and the dad was her ex-fiance that left her while she was pregnant...that ain't coo foo.  I read this blurb earlier that said he was the richest guy in Canada and he left his ex-wife either before she gave birth to their child, or right after...what a hood rat.  making baby mommas outta all these po' women... Punk @$$.  I 'on't care what the sucka say... you ain't leave yo shawty right before she berf yo baby.  What, he think he a gangsta!? I bets he lil punk.  and you know what Nigel from TDWP say, "little man..... biggggggg ego".  Word.  I'ma tell yo sumin' right now. I ain't neva eva gonna be some hood rat, foo's baby momma. Lemme tel ya summin' else.  Sandy Cohen woulda neva pull'd that crap homes.  I guess it jus show that crap like dat knows no hood, race, social status or even international borders... Man that sucks for her.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.  Im putting my white girl clothes back on.  IT'S SUMMER!!! WOOOT WOOOO!!!! I get to relax and read books that I bought in like feb but haven't gotten a chance to read.  I am kinda sad there are so many people that are going home.  But there are still a lot that are staying out here, so I can hang out with them a lot.  It's so blazing right now but I kind of like it.  I'm gonna start to slowly pack up stuff to take home.  I'm excited to sleep in my room for the ho summer :).  Well, I'm gonna try to get home so I can fulfil my addiction to the greatest ten show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2152837543624216749?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2152837543624216749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2152837543624216749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2152837543624216749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2152837543624216749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/anotha-baby-momma.html' title='Anotha baby momma...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/SC3_QGAiEMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3pxDzdfwbUw/s72-c/s24616986_34037368_2526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7898080787894130204</id><published>2008-04-07T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:00:03.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mean girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>Cat fights and every girl's psyche</title><content type='html'>So I was watching Mean Girls today and one scene really got me thinking about a girl's Psyche.  It's the scene where Regina is pushing back Aaron's hair and trying to make Cady jealous and then they show Cady jumping over the table like a crazy animal scratching and pulling out Regina's hair.  At the same time you see Aaron and all the other guys jumping around like monkeys enjoying the fight.  I just think that really says a lot about how girls feel sometimes,; especially when they're younger.  You get into these situations where friends, or enemies, or even "frendimies" try to make you jealous by being cocky about a boy, or material goods, or even a spot on a sports team/social committee that you wanted but she got. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have personal experiences with these situations.  For instance, there was a girl in high school on the golf team that wanted to make sure everyone knew she was the best on the team.  The thing is that she wasn't even that great and there was a freshman climbing the ladder who was better than her.  She'd just walk around like she was the shiznit and sometimes I wanted to walk up to and whack her with my club or hit into her on the course.  Then I had the roommate from hell and she was just so annoying and mean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are put in the situations as a girl there are only a few ways to deal with it.  You can bottle it up and then have some little thing make it explode some day or you can brush your shoulder off.  Personally, I know it is so hard to "brush ya shoulda off".  The other thing is that while fighting is socially unacceptable it is even more unacceptable when girls fight.  Guys get pissed, punch each other and they are better in a few days.  With girls the aftermath can last a life time.  Even when it's just a verbal blow up it may be years before you talk to them.  That leads to an even sadder reality and that is the fact that even when we are adults we still have those urges to go crazy on that other girl, scratch her face, and rip her hair out because we can't stand her.  But we can't and we won't because we are civilized and proper women who don't take part in such unruly activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say I just love that movie b/c it goes a lil deeper than the average teeny-bopper movie.  every girl in the room can relate to some character...whether a plastic or a side character.  It also reminds me how sad it is that Lindsay Lohan's life/career has pretty much gone down the crapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7898080787894130204?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7898080787894130204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=7898080787894130204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7898080787894130204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7898080787894130204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/cat-fights-and-every-girls-psyche.html' title='Cat fights and every girl&apos;s psyche'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3811382885679763646</id><published>2008-03-27T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:48:36.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><title type='text'>Get a life people</title><content type='html'>So when I was wandering through the wonderful world of facebook I stumbled across a link for "fanfic" (fan fiction).  It took me back to the days of middle/high school when all the dorky kids would write fanfic about their favorite book, show, movie, or even celebrity (which is totally creepy!).  It just me wonder how much time people really spend devoted to caring on a story, or in some cases creating one.  I guess I get it, I mean I know how I sometimes I feel a lil unsatisfied by the end of a story, like maybe theres more to it, but I'm not going to sit down and write "chapters" about my thoughts.  Allow me to give you some examples; the finale of the oc- Does Kirsten become a stay at home mom? Do Ryan and Taylor get married? and so on.  The Lyndsay Lohan Parent Trap- So they get married, but where are they going to live? Enchanted- It's happily ever after but does that mean that they get married the next day? or does she just move in with them?  are they...."kissing" ;)?  So you catch my drift.  The reality is that I may have to live with those questions because I'm not going to take the time to write a story...or they make a sequel and we all pray that it doesn't suck.  I think the only finite stories are the ones that end with someone  dying.  Could you image in if Jack lived in the Titanic?  there would be "fanfic" up the ying yang... actually, I think some people did write some for that, though I'm not sure how the stories held together.  But who knows, maybe if I procrastinated even more and wrote a few drafts I could write some awesome fanfic too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3811382885679763646?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3811382885679763646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3811382885679763646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3811382885679763646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3811382885679763646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-life-people.html' title='Get a life people'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5278576864807620119</id><published>2008-03-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:46:14.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nbc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>NBC, SNL... you make me so, so, so....ANGRY! hah! I'm angry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-qZiwzPYPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QpcpJqoQCaQ/s1600-h/saturday-night-live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-qZiwzPYPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QpcpJqoQCaQ/s200/saturday-night-live.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182123143737598194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any show in world that should just put all of its material on youtube its SNL!  SNL is one of those shows that maybe you forgot about or didn't stay up for and then the next day someone tells you about a funny skit and you're bummed.  Than you get excited and they try to find the bit, but by the time they've search the entire world wide web, the moment has pasted and you're back at your desk working. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was online and I saw something about a past show (3/8) which Amy Adams hosted and it said there were some really funny/cute skits in it.  So like any normal person with Internet I went straight to youtube and typed in snl, Amy Adams. nothing except commercials came up.  so then I typed in snl, 2008.  Now I got a clip from the show ellen page hosted, and it wasn't even funny!  So plan B, I went on NBC.com.  They should have it b/c they have episode replay. searching, searching, searching... no episode replay.  pictures and recaps but not video.  (keep in mind I'm also doing this to waste time :)) So finally I get on yahoo and I type in amy adams, snl.  and I get some of the clips.  and they were funny.  the monologue included a Broadway song and B*!ch slapping, there was a ABC family spoof, and a Rodger Clemens play (which would only be funny if you kept up with baseball, steroids, and Clemens).  Anyway, the point is, I feel like NBC should not be such jerks about allowing skits up on youtube. Its not just new ones!  its will farrell, mike myers, etc...they re not there.  In fact, nbc should just give in and create a snl channel on youtube.  Its not like they are loosing money after its aired.  I don't want to wait for a freaking rerun!  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think that being a host is like a symbol of being the real deal.  I mean if you're good, you'll be on oprah (which is a dream), if you're cute you're in a magazine, if you're hot you're on the cover, but if people really like you than thats when you get to host snl.... if on top of all of that you are talented, you get a good monologue and lots of skit time.  I would love to do that.  But I think I would suck b/c I would just start laughing.  well enough ranting and raving, I guess I should move on to some hw. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5278576864807620119?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5278576864807620119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5278576864807620119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5278576864807620119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5278576864807620119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/nbc-snl-you-make-me-so-so-soangry-hah.html' title='NBC, SNL... you make me so, so, so....ANGRY! hah! I&apos;m angry.'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-qZiwzPYPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QpcpJqoQCaQ/s72-c/saturday-night-live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-1301924159201110248</id><published>2008-03-23T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:51:24.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glamorous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Pettigrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holloywood'/><title type='text'>Classic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-bjMwzPYLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iWgRLsHrIcs/s1600-h/cusl14_hollywood_covers0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-bjMwzPYLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iWgRLsHrIcs/s400/cusl14_hollywood_covers0803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181078229734088882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this picture online and that it's just so glamorous!  Can you even pick out some of today's biggest actresses? top left; Emily Blunt (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DWP&lt;/span&gt;), then Amy Adams in the green and Anne Hathaway in white.  then Ellen Page from Juno is in the center and America &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fererra&lt;/span&gt; on the far right.  You just don't see celebrities like this anymore.  It's so cool, it makes me want to go classic glam.  Makes me think of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I would of known about this issue b/c I would of bought it.  Speaking of retro classic...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-brEgzPYOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_Gj8y7WLG3s/s200/misspettigrew_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181086884093190370" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't done so yet, you need to take your friends, moms and/or grandmas to go see Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pettigrew&lt;/span&gt; Lives for a Day.  It takes place in 1939 in London right before WWII and it tells the story of a modest governess, Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pettigrew&lt;/span&gt;, who ends up working as a ditsy actress', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Delysia&lt;/span&gt; (Amy Adams), social secretary.  In one day Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pettigrew&lt;/span&gt; helps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Delysia&lt;/span&gt; sort out her feelings for 3 different men in her life.  She also realizes that she is lonely and needs to deal with things in her life.  The costumes were awesome and as usual, Amy Adams is precious.  It was really interesting how they dealt with WWII looming in the shadows.  For most of the moving a lot of the characters were non-chalet about it all, but after an air-raid drill scared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Delysia&lt;/span&gt; she asked Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pettigrew&lt;/span&gt;, "We're going to war aren't we :'(?"  Anyways, you should see it b/c its precious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-1301924159201110248?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1301924159201110248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=1301924159201110248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1301924159201110248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/1301924159201110248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/classic.html' title='Classic...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-bjMwzPYLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iWgRLsHrIcs/s72-c/cusl14_hollywood_covers0803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3282554074667489547</id><published>2008-03-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:21:31.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channel 933'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='request'/><title type='text'>VICTORIOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-PuhQzPYKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6XQoCG1svfA/s1600-h/channel933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-PuhQzPYKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6XQoCG1svfA/s200/channel933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180246251619180706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am victorious!  I have only had 2 radio request go through in my whole life and the first one was saved and used the next night b/c they played my call-in and then the music.  That was back in middle school and the song was "pretty fly for a white guy".  So since I hadn't heard it yet I called 933 and requested 4 minutes and they said they would put it on their list.... 60 minutes later the DJ says, "alright, lets start spring break off right" and then.....It came on!  seriously, how many years have I been calling radio stations.  I guess I'll have to wait another 8 years to get a song on the radio. :).......VICTORY IS MINE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3282554074667489547?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3282554074667489547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3282554074667489547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3282554074667489547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3282554074667489547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/victorious.html' title='VICTORIOUS!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-PuhQzPYKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6XQoCG1svfA/s72-c/channel933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2532183045172477801</id><published>2008-03-20T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:15:41.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timbaland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin timberlake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 minutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>*light bulb*</title><content type='html'>So as of this moment you can hear the finished version of the Madonna/jt/timba song, 4 minutes , on youtube, and as I was listening to it I was saying to myself, "self.  JT is in like 4 of her songs for this album and what usually happens when an artist collaborates on multiple songs with another artist?.... THEY TOUR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;!!!!"  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;:0&lt;/span&gt;!  O-M-G.  so if that happens I will go. I don't even care if its $200 for nose-bleeders and in LA.  I'll pay the money and as of right now I want to get of people thinking about going if that happens b/c my sister will either be preggers or have a new born so she can't go and I think it would take a lot of work to get my mom to go.  I mean that's like 2 big headliners in one concert... what a deal, even if it is $200.  God knows there would be a lot of gay dudes.  they would be there to stare at Justin (you should have seen the concert) and also be there to worship their queen.  anyway, go listen to song and dance around b/c its Thursday (actually Friday for some of us)... get into the grove and express yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2532183045172477801?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2532183045172477801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2532183045172477801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2532183045172477801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2532183045172477801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/light-bulb.html' title='*light bulb*'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-3133205177880083127</id><published>2008-03-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:44:21.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enchanted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the waltz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giselle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so close'/><title type='text'>So Cloe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-FPDsRb3uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7RnCQWp1-aw/s1600-h/amy_adams2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-FPDsRb3uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7RnCQWp1-aw/s320/amy_adams2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179507971295272674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I baught it and we watched it... well some did, but let me just reiterate how much I love Enchanted.  Towards the end there is a scene at a ball, and call me cheesy (CHEESY!), but ballroom dancing is so incredibly romantic.  Especially the waltz. It's a very formal dance, but there's this special feeling that comes with it that makes it so beautiful.  You can see what I mean in this scene because when the song starts Robert and Giselle are doing the basic steps and then they just break out and spin and end up close to the point where they were going to kiss.....  If you haven't seen the movie, but want to see what I mean go on youtube and search for "enchanted, so close", or just come over anytime this week b/c it will be on 24/7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-3133205177880083127?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3133205177880083127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=3133205177880083127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3133205177880083127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/3133205177880083127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-cloe.html' title='So Cloe...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-FPDsRb3uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7RnCQWp1-aw/s72-c/amy_adams2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-96413372679891102</id><published>2008-03-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:56:25.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enchanted'/><title type='text'>Be prepared to be Enchanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-APcMRb3tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/43gMycCOpJk/s1600-h/2073032631_7bf5c5215e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-APcMRb3tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/43gMycCOpJk/s200/2073032631_7bf5c5215e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179156548481179346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get out of class at 1:45 and I'm hoping to be to target by 2:15 to buy Enchanted.  If you haven't seen it... you need to.  I think I could watch it more than once this week and be fine with that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile Factors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-30 years of marriage for my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Movies that put a smile on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Justin Timberlake music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My tuesday afternoon frap :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-96413372679891102?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/96413372679891102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=96413372679891102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/96413372679891102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/96413372679891102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-prepared-to-be-enchanted.html' title='Be prepared to be Enchanted.'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R-APcMRb3tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/43gMycCOpJk/s72-c/2073032631_7bf5c5215e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-8102761856283460342</id><published>2008-03-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:48:12.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timbaland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april 29'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='royalty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin timberlake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>MUSICAL FUSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R9l5VsRb3qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wGvPTAAoaA4/s1600-h/829_1205344744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R9l5VsRb3qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wGvPTAAoaA4/s400/829_1205344744.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177302660207599266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is official, the Queen of Pop, Crown Prince (future King) of Pop, and the Grand Vizier of Pop have all come together.  I would call Justin Timberlake the King, but Michel Jackson is still alive...though crazy.  A grand vizier is like really powerful advisor to the head of state (ottoman history).  The song is called "4 minutes to save the world" and while I'm totally biased x3, I like it.  It is what could get her back on channel 933, b/c while she has not gone away, US pop radio has not been bumping her jams.  and we all know Timbaland is a musical wizard.  If we are talking in terms of royalty I would compare madonna to Queen Elizabeth I b/c she was a badass, sassy, ballbuster for her time.  Anyway, the count down begins 'til april 29...46 days! (but keep your eyes/ears open cuz the single comes out in a few weeks)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8102761856283460342?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8102761856283460342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8102761856283460342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8102761856283460342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8102761856283460342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/musical-fusion.html' title='MUSICAL FUSION'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R9l5VsRb3qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wGvPTAAoaA4/s72-c/829_1205344744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-7804305102523010493</id><published>2008-03-12T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:11:26.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atmosphere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>Laws to live by...</title><content type='html'>So there can be sooooo many rules when you live in a house, I think that by simplifying them would make them more meaningful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Housekeeping requirements would be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- do your dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- don't leave all your crap in the common rooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and most importantly.... REMOVE YOUR HAIR BALLS FROM THE SHOWER! I just want to gag when I go to get in the shower and see those things chilling in the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now more importantly than housekeeping there are things that must be done to create a good house dynamic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Respect each other.  It doesn't matter how old you are, we are all adults and should treat/be treated like adults. (IE- no high horses allowed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Be courteous to each other.  people might be going to bed early, studying, or devoing and that means we shouldn't be running and screaming through the entire house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Give lots of hugs.  In my opinion hugging can only brighten a person's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Laugh and loosen up.  I personally think that laughter is the best medicine... and drinking orange juice.  Life is too ridiculous to get all out of whack over every little thing that doesn;t go your way.  I know there are days when crying is all we can do, but give me a few minutes and I'll find something to make you smile/laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*These are not responses to current housing policies, it's just how think about what the atmosphere in a house, where large or small, should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-7804305102523010493?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7804305102523010493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=7804305102523010493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7804305102523010493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/7804305102523010493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/laws-to-live-by.html' title='Laws to live by...'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-8681138913952683711</id><published>2008-03-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:48:03.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party cups'/><title type='text'>red party cups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R9dSbMRb3pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qkrLGB9I8LY/s1600-h/RedCups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R9dSbMRb3pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qkrLGB9I8LY/s320/RedCups.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176696923789975186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another lifetime this a particular crib would be littered with those iconic college cups.  But we are not that type of group, so even if we had stacks of red party-cups they would be filled with non-alcoholic beverages and neatly disposed of in the trash can at the end of the day.  Thats all I can say as of right now.  I know God will provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-8681138913952683711?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8681138913952683711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=8681138913952683711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8681138913952683711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/8681138913952683711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/red-party-cups.html' title='red party cups'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R9dSbMRb3pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qkrLGB9I8LY/s72-c/RedCups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-551162963562534376</id><published>2008-03-10T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:58:47.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>please pray</title><content type='html'>Please pray for me this coming week.  Do I stay comfortable (actually get more comfortable), or do I need a change of scenery?  Pray that my flesh is removed from this big and emotional decision (its actually mostly emotional b/c &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; hormonal).  I know of girls that changed their scenery and subsequently gained more love and respect for it all, but I also know girls who changed their scenery and disappeared.  I don't want to be that second girl.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pleaseeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; Pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-551162963562534376?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/551162963562534376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=551162963562534376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/551162963562534376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/551162963562534376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-pray.html' title='please pray'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4037925704473797508</id><published>2008-03-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:13:34.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rancho santa fe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='619'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='858'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the lakes'/><title type='text'>From "Eastlake" to "The Lakes"</title><content type='html'>My sister is constantly complains about being too far away from her family so whenever she gets a chance she points out new housing developements in the area.  Well she finally found one that makes my mom drool like she did over our current residence.  These houses are less than a mile away from my sisters house and they are pretty darn bomb. To put it simply the slogan is, "The Lakes, Above Rancho Sante Fe"....RANCHO SANTA Fing FE!!!  the home home sd newpsies. The one my mom likes is 5400 sq ft (1200 more than mine), 3 or 4 bedrooms and 3.5 bath.  It's got a 4 car garage, but its around to the side of the house so you can't see it.  The back yards are huge and you could do the craziest things back there.  There are also some interior courtyards, which are really cool.  Oh and it has a "prep kitchen" for entertaining and catering needs..... thats a bug assumption that we will have catered events. It's actually kind of funny because I think that our kitchen and great room are bigger than this one.  I told my mom that if we moved up there (which wouldnt happen for awhile) I would have to get a new car b/c my lil hooptie sentra just won't do.  I just don't know how I feel about leaving the 619.... I mean do they have REAL mexican food up there.  Because a girl from chula viiiiista can't live w/o some good greasy mexican food.  I think I'd feel like a monkey that had lived with the fishes all her life, suddenly thrown into a community of monkeys and have to train herself to be a monkey and not a fish.  I need some BC plates to feel at home!!!  My mom said she could easily move and I know my dad wants to b/c he thinks the drug wars are creeping to close to our hood.  Just to be crazy I would buy a pair of chonklas, baggy sweatpants, and wifebeats....gotta bring a lil southbay culture to north county. Now this may happen in the future, but I probably will be out of the house by then (my parents hope I will), because the market is down and my mom is going to have to get an even fattier contract than she did last time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4037925704473797508?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4037925704473797508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4037925704473797508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4037925704473797508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4037925704473797508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-eastlake-to-lakes.html' title='From &quot;Eastlake&quot; to &quot;The Lakes&quot;'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-9123098503528007745</id><published>2008-03-06T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:29:17.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><title type='text'>Dying to get on the field</title><content type='html'>Honestly I don't know what has gotten into me.  I guess it's the talk of spring training and the beginning of softball leagues, but I really want to get out there and play some ball.  I know it's super cheesy but I can't wait to play in the church league with my dad and aunts.  we are actually a pretty good team.  I think we lost twice last year.  I think I'm going to go get some knee pads for this year b/c I want to get a little dirtier.  I really wish that I could put together a co-ed team to play in the ARC league made up of girls from adx and guys from ago.  Whenever I'm over in the ps4/stormhall area of campus I can hear the clang of bats and the chatter of players. It makes me very nostalgic.  I ended up on the Bonita Valley website and they have pictures of t-ball and roockie games and they were so cute I almost started to cry.  Its almost as if they are too big for all their equipment.  I really hope we play in the SigEp phil next semester and maybe we wil get lucky and get a few more ballers.  We were pretty good, but we had one horrible inning in each game.  We also got stuck with doofer coaches who had to barrow gloves from their roommates and played a combined 2 seasons.  It would be cool if we could set it up that my dad come out once and run a short practice.  I think 40 years of playing/coaching ball makes him more qualified to get us ready.  Anywho.... I can't wait to get on the field again and walk off dirty and sweaty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-9123098503528007745?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9123098503528007745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=9123098503528007745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/9123098503528007745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/9123098503528007745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/dying-to-get-on-field.html' title='Dying to get on the field'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-750651972679363700</id><published>2008-03-02T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:02:31.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rho classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JAs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chi'/><title type='text'>No passport needed</title><content type='html'>So I have to admit that I totally love the JAs.  They are totally united and tight-knit, but they are so easy to hang out with.  I know Im a senior and almost all of them are freshmen, but its fun to change it up and hang out with the young girls.  I feel like this is very different then some other classes that are super cliquey and selective of who they hang out.  I'm happy that I have 1 more year with these girls cause they are so rad for being so young.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Chi's, 1 Rho, and 2 Sigmas lounging at retreat (* Plus Krio and Italy out of sight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8tNikLKODI/AAAAAAAAADg/YrEEpOHv4fc/s200/n24615159_33659350_2682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173313853186521138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-750651972679363700?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/750651972679363700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=750651972679363700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/750651972679363700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/750651972679363700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-passport-needed.html' title='No passport needed'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8tNikLKODI/AAAAAAAAADg/YrEEpOHv4fc/s72-c/n24615159_33659350_2682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-5690682624979592914</id><published>2008-02-28T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:18:13.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pledges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>Thank Goodness!</title><content type='html'>So there were 12 but before they got names there were 11.  I have found out that the 12th pledge's name was going to be Madonna! OMG!  I hate to say it, but Im almost glad she dropped b/c Im inactive and I would have loved to have a lil named Madonna! haha.  There are sooo many cool things I could make her.  I would make her a cd of fun songs and I would totally modpodge a journal of pictures of all her different styles and songs!  omg.  hahaha.  Im totally kinding but it would still be amazing.  If I were PM I would name them madonna songs, Lucky Star, Ray of Light, Music, Holiday....and so on.  Anyway, I gotta hit the sack b/c I have a funneral to go to in the morning :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-5690682624979592914?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5690682624979592914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=5690682624979592914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5690682624979592914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/5690682624979592914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank Goodness!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-103271762801018853</id><published>2008-02-27T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:58:31.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waltz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>REEEEEE-MIX!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8ZbjAOW7MI/AAAAAAAAADY/AhcFMCJV5-4/s1600-h/take-the-lead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8ZbjAOW7MI/AAAAAAAAADY/AhcFMCJV5-4/s200/take-the-lead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171921878995365058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really want to learn how to ballroom dance, but I kind of want to dance to remixed songs.  If you have seen take the lead you know what I'm talking about.  They take classic dances like the rumba, salsa, and tango but take the songs and remix it with new beats.  the steps are the same the rythm is just a lil different.  I actually kind of want to learn all of the traditional dances.  I think that the waltz is very classic and romantic.  Swing, the rumba, and salsa are really fun dances and tango is just crazy sassy it gets ya all giggly.  I donno it just really looks fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-103271762801018853?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/103271762801018853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=103271762801018853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/103271762801018853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/103271762801018853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/reeeeee-mix.html' title='REEEEEE-MIX!!!!'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8ZbjAOW7MI/AAAAAAAAADY/AhcFMCJV5-4/s72-c/take-the-lead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-545693396022537597</id><published>2008-02-27T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:02:23.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pledging'/><title type='text'>If you're a wuss go play rec ball</title><content type='html'>So the whole hazing thing and its affect on pledging is really bugging me.  First of all nothing we do is hazing in anyway and we have all done it, survived, grown, and enjoyed it.  Now things have gotten to the point where Informal is going to be a joke.  I feel like we might as well have rush and give them pins at pref dinner.  whatever happened to earning something.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The statement was made that, "this is a social organization and we can't ask them to do anything".  well I understand that to a pont, but the thing is that they made the choice to pledge when they signed that lil paper and with that they should know their are certain tradition that come with it.  To better explain my train of thought I'm going to compare it to playing softball...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I played rec softball for 9 years before I got to high school.  When it came time to dicide if I wanted to pl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ay softball I knew that it was going to involve more time, dedication an effort than rec ball did.  I didn't just go up to the coach and say, "hi.  I played 9 years of ball so I should be on varsity".  I went to try outs, showed the coaches what I had and waited for their decision.  Like other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s before I didnt go to varsity as a freshman, I went on jv.  And making the team was just the beginning.  I had to prove that I deserved to be on the team and start each game.  Aloing with that came lots of running, diving, hitting, fielding, throwing, scars, and horrible tan lines.  Unlike pledging, when informal is at the end, we have hell week at the beginning on the season.  Now they call it hell week for a reason.  It's a lot of conditioning and while we were tired and complained a lil, we never called cif and told them we were being hazed because the coach was making us run 2 miles a day!!!  If you played sports in high school you may cringe when you think of hell week, but we all know it was wo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rth it, because there was so much to be learned and improved so that some day we could be on varsity too.  If I wanted to compare Delta to a softball team in the area I would say we are a EastLake, Bonita, Torrey Pines, or even Scrpits ranch program.  we expect a lot out of the girls that come in and we want them to improve so that when the varisty girls graduate they are ready step right into their shoes and continue to be successful.  I never want to be a Sweatwater, Southwest, or Marian program, where you're a starting varsity pitcher if you have a glove and have played 2 seasons ball.  If a good team just asked a bunch of girls what position they played without actually seeing them in action how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8XPMgOW7LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3T9P3xqWQ7M/s200/JennieFinch7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171767560820419762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;successful do you think that team would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my point is that if you want to kick around and play for fun, go play rec ball, where you go and play 14 games, have a playoff and then start another season.  In other words, if all you want is so good fellowship and friends without having to show your loyality; go to campus crusade or refuge.  like we've been saying since 1925.... ADCHI OR DIE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-545693396022537597?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/545693396022537597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=545693396022537597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/545693396022537597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/545693396022537597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-youre-wuss-go-play-rec-ball.html' title='If you&apos;re a wuss go play rec ball'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8XPMgOW7LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3T9P3xqWQ7M/s72-c/JennieFinch7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4546731674631798434</id><published>2008-02-26T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:55:46.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken leg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliche'/><title type='text'>like omg dude thats like so rad</title><content type='html'>hahaha... dude I mosdef want to head down south to visit my new friends and whip out every california cliche that I can think of.  I think the "like" thing would not be hard to do because I do it all the time and like my mom totally yells at me....HAHAHA.  I would bring 3 pairs of shoes; rainbows, chucks/vans, and uggs, surf brand clothes, and big sunglasses.  I'd keep it really causal, because "we are soo laid back man".  On my Ipod I would only have sprung monkey, sublime, blink, OC music, dre, 2pac, snoop, badfish...and any other socal bands.  Anyway, I'm just a dork and would totally love to go to small town south and get a feel for the whole two stop lights down main street culture.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I've been noticing that there are so many people around me with broken hearts.  We are too young for heart ache.  18-22 is supposed to be the best time of your life and it hurts to see people so low.  I'm used to seeing a sparkle in eyes and smiles on faces and those should never fade.  I think with some people more than others I can take one look at them and see that something is wrong.  I may not know what it is at the time, but I do know they need a hug.  A hug won't necessarily fix it, but if it can provide any comfort I want to provide that.  I know it may take time, but I look forward to the day when that sparkle and those smiles can be seen again.  I also hope they know that I'm a comfortable sholder to lay their head on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, my mom busted her leg last night and is going to be in a cast for about a month.  You can tell she feels defeated by this b/c she is such a strong person and when she trips on a gas hose and ends up laying on the ground crying in pain you know its bad.  When my mom cries I want to cry because things like this are not supposed to happen to your mom...especially mine.  I think she is the most upset about the fact that we are going to hawaii in 5 weeks and she might be in a cast...major bust.  So keep her in your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4546731674631798434?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4546731674631798434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4546731674631798434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4546731674631798434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4546731674631798434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/like-omg-dude-thats-like-so-rad.html' title='like omg dude thats like so rad'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-4116728052544288104</id><published>2008-02-24T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:59:18.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zebra&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='berekely'/><title type='text'>A wonderful weekend in wonderful Berekley</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.legendsofhockey.net/graphsilver/trophy_kingclancylg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;What a weekend!  I think that the Delta chapter is officially the loudest and most obnoxious chapter in ADX.  Wednsday through sunday was crazy!  Weds night Sandlot and I went to pick up girls from Alabama, Dew and Sunkist, and we almost got arrested by the rent-a-cop airport security.  I absoluuuuutely loved the Alabama girls, they were so cute and I actually think that their accent rubbed off on me, but thats cool because I love it.  Californias are so boring.  I mean I know that we arent all rock/movie stars, but our culture is broadcasted to the entire world through entertainment.  The best thing about having them stay with us is when we (Jag and I) took the girls to the AGO basketball game and seeing the look on their faces when they saw what girls wear to go out, quote, "ya'll really go out in that?!"  That night we also all decided to get pierced when we went to convention, but thats a different story.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night I got a grand total of 2.5 hrs of sleep b/c I had not packed before the basketball game and then I got up at 3:00 AM!!!  I was able to get in the shower, finish packing, and eat breakfast before other people were up!  The boys were nice enough to get up early and give us rides to the airport in the rain.  I thought we might &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;be a lil loud, but when people hit the seats and fastened their seatbelts they were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8MPIQOW7KI/AAAAAAAAADI/s2nULhWJmfI/s200/n849170076_2279974_4297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170993431620021410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;out cold!!!  In order to keep our hord of girls together, around 40, we were coralled and herded to the Beta house by some Beta girls.  After we got settled we hit the streets!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8MPIAOW7JI/AAAAAAAAADA/lsry0Civhds/s200/n24615390_33626412_420.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170993427325054098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hitting the Streets" included, eating lunch on campus, admiring an abundance of red and blue gingham in the thrift shop, navigating 10 girls into a cramped store, and making a pit stop at Berkeley's #1 piercing shop, "Zebras"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before 40 Deltas invaded Berekeley, Zebras was Italy's piercing shop of choice and she told us that when we went up there she was going to get another piercing and krio was gonna do it too.  Well that turned into a big conversation on thursday night about what each person wanted to get if we went there.  Jag decided on a belly botton ring, Dew and I wanted our noses done, and Sunkist wanted to get her lip pierced (side note: Sandlot said she w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8MPHwOW7II/AAAAAAAAAC4/bcRgB7AUAw4/s200/n849170076_2279981_6324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170993423030086786" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ould do something, but in the end "too many people got piercings" and she didnt want to do it anymore beca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;use of that). We were all going to wait for italy, but after we walked by it on our way to lunch we knew we had to go back after we ate.  I think that by the time everyone, including those that didnt get anything pierced, pilled their way into the shop we doubled to number of ppl in the store.  Well when the time can to get 'er done we pilled 10 people into the back room which is probably meant for no more than like 3, ppl included; me, dew, sunkist, tootsie, krio, twsanna, luganda, jag, mou rou, and juju.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8MNrgOW7GI/AAAAAAAAACo/vMYdGtPQ5w4/s200/n24612791_33627435_6713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170991838187154530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  none-the-less, five of the 10 came out with new wholes and the other 5 had plenty of pictures to document the extravaganza. (Check out jag and twsana's facebooks for pics :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time to return was upon us and aft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er we were all back to the beta house, we were herded to the church where we were going to be staying at.  I think it was at that moment that Delta made their presence known b/c that is when we all laid down, head-on-belly style, and took up most of the room.  Versace, krio, italy, dior, and I went out to eat at this place called "crape a-go-go" and I never knew that a lil crape could satisfy me so well.  The overall set-up of our accomidations blew b/c there were only 3 bathrooms for like 180 girls.  But Delta being Delta, we made due and piled 10-12 ppl in one bathroom and brushed/washed/peed at the same time.  None of us got much sleep last night, but I think that was partly our fault since we are soooo LOUD.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actual convention was the next day and b/c we were staying at a church the lay-out was not great for getting ready so I know that my hair looked like crap but overall we figured it out.  We had to walk, in the rain, to another church, where the actual convention was being held.  We had a really neat speaker talk to us and chapter updates were cool the loot for sale was cool, the lunch was yummy, but the best part of lunch was seeing kix and the rest of the crazies start "big booty, big, booty"...or in some cases teaching girls how to play it.  The day wound down, but the end of the actual convention, meant the start of Deltamania.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what got into us, but after dinner there was dancing, tickle wars, thong snapping, pantsing attemps, wrestling, and constant screaming.  Now you have to realize that while you had all of us going crazy the other chapters stared us like we were crazy (but I think we were having more fun entertaining ourselves).  Actually we seranaded everyone with our famous AGO song from last year and song our bid song.  I was just cracking up because we were being so obnoxious, but it was so great.  They set up a game for us to all play, but it was really boring and I wanted to either go to bed or hang out more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came time to hit the sack b/c again we had to get-up at the butt crack of dawn and get ready to fly home.  Italy had gone home so I was without a sleeping bag, but I thought I would be ok with just my blanket.  wrong. I got so cold that I laid my jacket on top of me.  The next morning Twsanna told me that she had asked if I wanted to share sleeping bag configutations, but I guess I was tired and didn't hear. bust.  We chartered a bus to take us back to the airport and not only was the guy late but it was rainy and I think he drove in the middle of 2 lanes the whole time.  He then took us to the international terminal, parked and said...oh didn't you want Southwest?  I then got pulled into secondary and put in the "puffer" machine.  We made it back just fine and there were only 2 things people wanted to do when they got back.... 1) shower 2) sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the trip was a success and I haven't had that much fun in a long time.  I know this sounds cocky, but I'm so glad I'm in Delta.  Everywhere you went the other girls were like, "oh you're delta?"  We're famous! (we also had the Psi groupies)  I know this may sound even worse, but we are also the cutest chapter. I mean there were cute girls in other chapters, but we were the cutest overall chapter.  It's a different feeling to be a part of something as cool as our chapter.  I also really loved this weekend because I rekindled some friendships and made some new ones.  Some with girls I never really thought would happen.  I'm still breaking in some of of the JAs but thats cool.  Now it's back to the real world, and that means; studying for a mid-term and reading for a paper due tomorrow.  I am excited for tonight b/c our lil pledgies loose their "names" hehehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-4116728052544288104?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4116728052544288104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=4116728052544288104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4116728052544288104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/4116728052544288104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/wonderful-weekend-in-wonderful-berekley.html' title='A wonderful weekend in wonderful Berekley'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R8MPIQOW7KI/AAAAAAAAADI/s2nULhWJmfI/s72-c/n849170076_2279974_4297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-2884902453899263044</id><published>2008-02-19T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:29:00.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*poof'/><title type='text'>My Invisible Cloak</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty funny.  I think that being in starbucks or holding a starbucks drink is my harry potter invisible cloak.  I walked into Starbucks @ Aztec Center after class and you know how sometimes there's that limbo land where you don't know who's in line and who is waiting for their drink, well I got stuck in that.  I stood in line, so I thought, behind a guy that kept creeping in the direction of the line and then all of the sudden some girl comes flying past us and gets in line!  I swear I have a "cut me" sign on my back (oh and the guy was not in line so I guess it was kind of my fault....BUT HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!). So then I get my drink and I stroll down the steps towards SS and I see Teso (I know this because of the bangs now :D).  we almost hit each other, but I was taking a drink so I couldn't say anything, and she didn't see me!  Then.... as Im walking through the Factulty/Staff lot some huge truck drives up over the sidewalk and almost hits me.... geeez people.  Anyway,  it was all funny.  I'm trying to decide if I'll act sad tonight.  I probably won't because I don't think my humor/sarcasm is understood or appriciated yet.  One thing I hope people understand, the young ones atleast, is that if I'm joking with you that is a clear sign I want to hang out/get to know you.  They also need to know that 99.999% of what I say is in good humor, and I love them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-2884902453899263044?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2884902453899263044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=2884902453899263044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2884902453899263044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/2884902453899263044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-invisible-cloak.html' title='My Invisible Cloak'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742350560712684064.post-6591891887156347048</id><published>2008-02-19T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T08:42:40.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleanliness is next to Godliness. right?</title><content type='html'>Soooooo convention is in like 4 days and while I'm super excited to go up there I'm not looking forward to the fact that we are not allowed to take showers saturday morning!  We're going to go up there in the rain, trek around the city, get sweaty and cold and suffer from suuuuuper frizzy hair and you're telling me I have to go to a convention the next day w/o a shower?!  I understand there are a lot of us and I understand that some go a whole week w/o shower, but I also know that some people need to shower everyday.  I'm going to be pissed when I wake-up in the morning with frizzy, out of control hair and be told to deal with it.  The thing about not showering for me is that when I don't shower I get a super dirty feeling and its like I start itching from head to toe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres how you handle it.  I've seen where the Beta house is and it looks pretty big, like they might have 4 showers.  Create a sign-up sheet for each bathroom and each girl gets 20mins.  that is definently enough time to quickly jump in the shower and do whatever you have to do.  If you run out of time and can't dry your hair Im sure that there are outlets around the house where you can plug your dryer in to finish.  Another thing to take into account is that some people can take showers at night if they feel dirty after traveling and walking around town.  Now for the girls who were so adimat about us not taking showers...you're out of luck :).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in order to get a shower friday morning I have to get up at 315 am because we are leaving at 430!  whooop di doooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742350560712684064-6591891887156347048?l=monacasliladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6591891887156347048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2742350560712684064&amp;postID=6591891887156347048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6591891887156347048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742350560712684064/posts/default/6591891887156347048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monacasliladventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/cleanliness-is-next-to-godliness-right.html' title='cleanliness is next to Godliness. right?'/><author><name>Alie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468819962617661685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UVIZX6aRbOg/R1W_a0_qbZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9KKSHqknClo/S220/IMG_0425_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
