<?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-330231190060613443</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:05:05.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the excitement</title><subtitle type='html'>the awesome details of my everyday life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-5598956971804677994</id><published>2008-03-29T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:57:19.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last July Annelise tagged me to post this on my blog. So yes, it is just a little late (9 months as the Nerd just reminded me) but I am actually doing one of these. Annelise, I hope this makes your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jobs I have had: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cashier/bagger at Southbury Food Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raging Water's lifeguard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buser/waitress at Lemongrass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lab slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; 4 Movies I’d watch over and over: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Emperor's New Groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pride and Prejudice (the loooong version with Colin Firth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; 4 (or more, so I could list them all) Places I have lived: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;St Louis, MO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wilton, CT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roanoke, VA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Southbury, CT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Groton, MA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Southbury, CT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salt Lake City, UT (84112, 84102, 84108, 84102, 84105, 84111)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; 4 Of my favorite foods: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pad Thai or any other thai food really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tikka Masala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; 4 Places I’d rather be right now: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thailand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salt Lake in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; 4 (or 3) People I am tagging: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tori&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330231190060613443-5598956971804677994?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/5598956971804677994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=5598956971804677994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/5598956971804677994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/5598956971804677994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-6689701875824155125</id><published>2008-03-26T13:13:00.042-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:22:44.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Flashback</title><content type='html'>Spring break ended a few days ago and I think it's safe to say everyone is sad to be back in school being productive (or at least pretending). I went to Colorado for a few days to visit the folks and while it was great to see them, play with the dogs, get free food, and see the triple T family, it wasn't a thrilling high adventure trip (sorry guys). Since nothing really noteworthy happened in Colorado (except for Christian getting his hair buzzed (http://ridgwaywhitbys.blogspot.com/) I have decided to post pictures from my spring break last year which was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to March 2007 (insert funky time traveling music here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow managed to get Michael to come to Moab with me instead of going on one of his usual extreme climbing trips. Even more amazing, I talked him into taking a few days to go to Telluride to visit my family as well (with promises  of ice climbing and tasty homemade food).&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Moab late monday night and set up camp at the end of Potash road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning we hiked up to Corona Arch for a bit of rappelling. We rappelled off twice to the amazement of a small crowd of hikers. They even took pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-6n70-qI/AAAAAAAAADk/esVqM-x9UQg/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-6n70-qI/AAAAAAAAADk/esVqM-x9UQg/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134560441760418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chilling at the top of  Corona Arch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-7H70-rI/AAAAAAAAADs/_A9U_ZknSTc/s1600-h/IMG_2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-7H70-rI/AAAAAAAAADs/_A9U_ZknSTc/s320/IMG_2108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134569031695026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting ready to go over the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-7370-sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uH2LglgleWA/s1600-h/IMG_2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-7370-sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uH2LglgleWA/s320/IMG_2124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134581916596930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rappelling off Corona Arch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-8X70-tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WoHvUvBq6qs/s1600-h/IMG_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-8X70-tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WoHvUvBq6qs/s320/IMG_2133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134590506531538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-8370-uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IRUzg8Uer_4/s1600-h/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-8370-uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IRUzg8Uer_4/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184134599096466146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HGw370-vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xbzOIapUDYc/s1600-h/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HGw370-vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xbzOIapUDYc/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184143189031058162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to pull the rope down&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to coil a rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon we did a bit of climbing and I learned some important lessons about good foot placement.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday dawned nice and rainy which was a great invitation to sleep in and bum around the campsite until the sandstone dried. A bit more climbing was done and I made a nemesis from an unnamed 5.9. Most the of the climb was pretty easy but the beginning move was really hard if you're short. Grrrr! My big accomplishment was climbing Fist Full of Potash, an easy 5.10 that someone said might be too hard for me to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HGxn70-xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RTPc7XU9OkY/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HGxn70-xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RTPc7XU9OkY/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184143201915960082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went for a 35/40 mile ride which was fun but took a long time due to a few technical complications and a killer crosswind. The epic bike ride was rewarded with dinner in town at a place with all you can eat pizza and soup. The trick is to stuff yourself with lots of pizza and have the soup to fill in all the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HGyH70-zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3Uvpb33sSAk/s1600-h/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HGyH70-zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3Uvpb33sSAk/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184143210505894706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HP5n70-0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fRAMbHJQPkI/s1600-h/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HP5n70-0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fRAMbHJQPkI/s320/IMG_2162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184153234959563586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to the sound of honking geese is not nearly as nice as little birds, but sometimes it's the best you get. After a bit of climbing in the moring, we went and looked at dinosaur tracks and hiked at the Fisher Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HP7H70-2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/M7Hz23dZSkA/s1600-h/IMG_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HP7H70-2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/M7Hz23dZSkA/s320/IMG_2179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184153260729367394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael just discovered dinosaurs once roamed the Moab area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Roar! 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HTRH70-6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/sU_IZ4FnhqA/s320/IMG_2219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184156937221372834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HVZX70_CI/AAAAAAAAAGk/f96O-LB_FHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HVZX70_CI/AAAAAAAAAGk/f96O-LB_FHQ/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184159277978549282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HVZH70_BI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pyvV3q_dO5A/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HVZH70_BI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pyvV3q_dO5A/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184159273683581970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are amazing. I can't even describe how beautiful it is out in the desert hiking to these huge towers. The pictures don't even come close to the actual experience. If I had to choose just one place to go before I died, this is where I would go.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was spent in Telluride, Colorado. It was too warm to ice climb and too cold to do anything else, so we watched a lot of movies, ate a lot of food, and slept in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HWmn70_DI/AAAAAAAAAGs/k1M9XTrUEOE/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HWmn70_DI/AAAAAAAAAGs/k1M9XTrUEOE/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184160605123443762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HWnH70_EI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hfJzbPfpMC8/s1600-h/IMG_2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_HWnH70_EI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hfJzbPfpMC8/s320/IMG_2296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184160613713378370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too warm for ice climbing, but at least I got to hold the ice axes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I made one last stop at Wilson Arch on the way home. All in all, it was a pretty awesome trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330231190060613443-6689701875824155125?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/6689701875824155125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=6689701875824155125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/6689701875824155125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/6689701875824155125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-flashback.html' title='Spring Break Flashback'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R_G-6n70-qI/AAAAAAAAADk/esVqM-x9UQg/s72-c/IMG_2091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-7849238197887032450</id><published>2008-02-12T23:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:32:06.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear Roads, Sunny Skies, and Style Issues</title><content type='html'>I got my bike! I finally got my bike! It is soooooo awsome! By a very good stroke of luck the weather has been fantastic all weekend which meant I got to take my new bike out for a few rides. I can't even say how much I love the bike. The ride quality is so smooth, it climbs like a beast (a very fast, hill climbing beast), handles awesome, and has great acceleration. It's also orange. What more do I need to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R7KWGqFeW1I/AAAAAAAAACE/BRKv82WQRPU/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R7KWGqFeW1I/AAAAAAAAACE/BRKv82WQRPU/s320/bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166356763668011858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; my awesome orange bike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the baffling things about cycling is the whole style issue. Guys who get up in the morning and put absolutely NO thought into what they're wearing become obsessed with style. Everything has to match, and match the bike. I got talked into getting white pedals, orange sunglasses (they're actually really cool) and everyone keeps telling me I have to get rid of my hideous blue salad bowl helmet. I'm also not allowed to wear my awesome red jacket with my blue shorts (which do actually have red in them) and orange bike because it doesn't match, and my shoe covers aren't right either.&lt;br /&gt;Well PAH I say! I ride my bike because love it and I'm gonna keep wearing my red jacket. And that's what I have to say to all you silly people who don't like my jacket and shoes covers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R7KWG6FeW2I/AAAAAAAAACM/_tvdaddIZ04/s1600-h/getting+ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R7KWG6FeW2I/AAAAAAAAACM/_tvdaddIZ04/s320/getting+ready.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166356767962979170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; getting ready to go riding with Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is getting out on the road these last few days has renewed my love of cycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Special thanks to Amber for taking these pictures and posting them on her blog so I could steal them! Go see her blog here: amberlinb.blogspot.com )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330231190060613443-7849238197887032450?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/7849238197887032450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=7849238197887032450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/7849238197887032450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/7849238197887032450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2008/02/clear-roads-sunny-skies-and-style.html' title='Clear Roads, Sunny Skies, and Style Issues'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/R7KWGqFeW1I/AAAAAAAAACE/BRKv82WQRPU/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-8659874668441411331</id><published>2007-09-21T10:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:45:17.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvgvcFsTC9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8-jlY7u-D4U/s1600-h/baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvgvcFsTC9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8-jlY7u-D4U/s320/baby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113889536490015698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvP05VsTC5I/AAAAAAAAABc/TVaYXCvYmJM/s1600-h/stick+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvP05VsTC5I/AAAAAAAAABc/TVaYXCvYmJM/s320/stick+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112699267908307858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvP05VsTC4I/AAAAAAAAABU/hMAPlDRkJ_Q/s1600-h/skooter+stick+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvP05VsTC4I/AAAAAAAAABU/hMAPlDRkJ_Q/s320/skooter+stick+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112699267908307842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvP051sTC7I/AAAAAAAAABs/oZfqAUOzwZE/s1600-h/stick+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvP051sTC7I/AAAAAAAAABs/oZfqAUOzwZE/s320/stick+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112699276498242482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvP06FsTC8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o3HDqxAt8cM/s1600-h/walking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvP06FsTC8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/o3HDqxAt8cM/s320/walking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112699280793209794" 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/330231190060613443-8659874668441411331?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/8659874668441411331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=8659874668441411331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/8659874668441411331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/8659874668441411331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvgvcFsTC9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8-jlY7u-D4U/s72-c/baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-2513395490482232728</id><published>2007-09-16T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:06:53.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>So last sunday my dog Skooter passed away. He was an awesome dog.&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirteen mom and dad made the announcement that we were moving. Again. I had already said I wouldn't move unless we got another dog. They agreed to let me have a dog but said we'd have to wait until after moved. A few weeks later I came home from school and mom started scolding me the second I came up the driveway about my messy room and unmade bed. Sulkily I went upstairs to make my bed and amidst the pile of messed up sheets and blankets was a cute fluffy puppy! That evening we decided on Skooter's name via democratic process: we all submitted our name suggestions and dad picked the one he liked (funnily enough it was the name he suggested....)&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the things that made Skooter so special (or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special" &lt;/span&gt;as some people liked to say):&lt;br /&gt;Splashing in the water bowl until all the water was on the floor&lt;br /&gt;pulling on his tail so hard he'd flip himself over&lt;br /&gt;not eating his food unless I sat next to him&lt;br /&gt;crawling into my lap to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;putting his paws on my chest pushing me over to lie on my stomach when he was too big to fit in my lap&lt;br /&gt;sliding down the stairs instead of walking&lt;br /&gt;pulling Kodi's tail to get him to play&lt;br /&gt;diving into the river to dig up rocks the size of his head&lt;br /&gt;He ate about six of mom's butterfly bushes, her really pretty rose bush, bugs, a stick of butter, shoes, cucumbers that grew through the garden fence, and many many other things. He chased the birds away for us when we came home, wouldn't come inside unless he had something in his mouth, and would make weird whining/growling noises when he was excited. He ran in his sleep (rather violently), shuffled his feet when he walked, pranced when he ran (someone at the dog park asked about that one time and dad told the man it was because Skooter was gay), and liked to push up against your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he was a little slow and did a lot of dumb things, but that was what was so endearing about him. I'll never forget his droopy lips, excessive drool, and his sweet trusting temperament. He was my baby and I'll never forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0DVsTC0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_i4AmTcApj0/s1600-h/skooter+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0DVsTC0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_i4AmTcApj0/s200/skooter+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112487233962838850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0DlsTC1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0k-Ljuxx9kA/s1600-h/skooter+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0DlsTC1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0k-Ljuxx9kA/s200/skooter+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112487238257806162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0D1sTC2I/AAAAAAAAABE/hknsRaVbQKk/s1600-h/skooter+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0D1sTC2I/AAAAAAAAABE/hknsRaVbQKk/s200/skooter+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112487242552773474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0EFsTC3I/AAAAAAAAABM/GuQ-kKaY0oA/s1600-h/scratch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0EFsTC3I/AAAAAAAAABM/GuQ-kKaY0oA/s200/scratch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112487246847740786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Skooter Vespa Toryglen Gold Digger Whitby&lt;br /&gt;                                                   October 13 1997-September 9 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330231190060613443-2513395490482232728?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/2513395490482232728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=2513395490482232728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/2513395490482232728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/2513395490482232728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2007/09/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPnEKpPqOpk/RvM0DVsTC0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_i4AmTcApj0/s72-c/skooter+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-3667949985283618465</id><published>2007-09-05T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:20:12.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ooops</title><content type='html'>I just looked at the site and I realized that the title of my post from just a few minutes ago is listed right above the title of my previous post. THEY ARE TWO SEPARATE POSTS! My sister is beautiful and NOT fat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330231190060613443-3667949985283618465?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/3667949985283618465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=3667949985283618465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/3667949985283618465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/3667949985283618465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2007/09/ooops.html' title='ooops'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-4512338924860260734</id><published>2007-09-05T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:14:09.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad my sister is pretty!</title><content type='html'>I have the CUTEST nephew in the world! Not only was I able to keep him from crying when I babysat a few weeks ago (for a little bit anyway, I guess I'm just not that same as mom...especially when she forgets to tell me what to do in case he wakes up...) but Annelise posts a million pictures of him and he just seems to be getting cuter every day! (The same can be said about my niece, but Thomas and Tori need to post more pictures!). Here's her blog site www.annelise.briggsfam.com&lt;br /&gt;And she was afraid she was going to have an ugly baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330231190060613443-4512338924860260734?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/4512338924860260734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=4512338924860260734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/4512338924860260734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/4512338924860260734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-glad-my-sister-is-pretty.html' title='I&apos;m glad my sister is pretty!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-5647325486908645228</id><published>2007-09-03T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:13:22.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor Day!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as I have the day off, I've been wasting my time sitting on my bum reading dumb articles on MSN. Here's what I've discovered: Brad and Angelina want to adopt another child; Puff Daddy is known as Diddy these days and held some sort of enormous party where the guests had to wear white or they weren't allowed in; the high today is 97 with a chance of thunderstorms; hurricane Felix is getting stronger; Obesity is rising in America.&lt;br /&gt;Americans are fat. It's really gross. People whine about being fat but they don't do anything about it. I believe a lot of this has to do with how society is run here in the good ol' US of A.&lt;br /&gt;Americans are stressed. This leads to weight gain. I feel a lot of this stress has to do with technology. Anybody can get a hold of anyone anywhere at anytime. For example, my home teacher sent me a text at  8:30 this morning. I'm sure he meant well, but I wasn't especially pleased about that. It's a holiday. I wanted to sleep in til 9 or 9:30! It seems like because you can get a hold of anyone at anytime people feel obligated that they should. You can watch tv on your cell phone, on your computer, on your ipod, and even on your television. You can record shows to your television while you're at work giving people several more shows to watch than they normally would. There are so many different kinds of video game systems, I can't even keep track of them anymore! When people finally do make it home at the end of the day after being bombarded with cell phone calls and emails all day, it is so easy to sit down in front of the television and not move until it's time to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Gross processed foods full of saturated fat, partially hydrogenated oils, high fructose corn syrup, and MSG are cheaper and more accessible than whole, natural foods. It's so much easier to dump a packet of chicken flavored noodles into a pan with some water, than actually cook a meal.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be america unless we weren't exploiting this serious problem. Magical weight loss pills. a hundred new fail-proof diets a week, the ultimate exercise machine that will make you lose weight guaranteed. I think people feel overwhelmed and then discouraged when they realize it's not that simple. Most of the solutions people seek are not healthy or permanent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be an expert on obesity or health and nutrition or weight loss, but most of the solutions are pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to make healthy meals. It might take up an extra hour of your day, but that's probably the hour you were going to use to watch tv anyway. Healthy doesn't have to taste bad. People think healthy means gross low fat, low carb food. Fat, carbs, and protein are all good for you. It's eating those foods in processed for that's so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise! Half an hour a day. Even if you have to get up half an hour earlier. You'll sleep better by exercising so chances are you won't really be needing that extra half hour anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to indulge in sweet treats every now and then, just don't make it part of your diet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm perfect at this, and honestly, in the past 8 months, I've been pretty bad. The result is that I've gained weight. I'm not fat, but if I continue in this trend I will be.  Once you're out of the habit of doing these things it is sooo hard to get back. I'm struggling myself. But anything you do to make a difference is an improvement. And the more you do it, the more you'll want to do it, and the more you'll want to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;So let's prove those scientists wrong and not be fat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330231190060613443-5647325486908645228?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/5647325486908645228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=5647325486908645228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/5647325486908645228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/5647325486908645228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2007/09/fat.html' title='Fat'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330231190060613443.post-7705956940905293493</id><published>2007-05-16T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:43:47.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But Everybody's Doing It!</title><content type='html'>I recently realized that pretty much everyone I know has a blog spot. The more I thought about it, the more jealous I became. If they are posting pictures and writing blurbs to the world about their lives, why shouldn't I? I'm special and awesome and I think people are being deprived by not knowing the intimate details of my everyday life! It stops now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to you my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had cereal for dinner last night! Grapenuts in fact. They were delicious! I will probably eat some more today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/330231190060613443-7705956940905293493?l=reelroadie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/feeds/7705956940905293493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=330231190060613443&amp;postID=7705956940905293493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/7705956940905293493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/330231190060613443/posts/default/7705956940905293493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reelroadie.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-everybodys-doing-it.html' title='But Everybody&apos;s Doing It!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10601025996600063946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
