<?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-1303173331482839370</id><updated>2012-01-24T20:14:38.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free parking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-2618491166518745233</id><published>2008-10-19T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:51:51.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Give one word answers with no explanation, then tag five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; with the "i love your blog award"... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is you cell phone...desk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Where is your significant other... nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color... blond&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother... stresses&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father... mourns&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing... Almond&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night... sad&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream goal... security&lt;br /&gt;9. Room you're in... mine&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby... changes&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear... hops&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years... happy&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night... home&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not... rich&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items... reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Where you grew up... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you ate... juice&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing... Dolly&lt;br /&gt;19. Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;... stolen&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet... adopted&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer... slow&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone... always&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car... new&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you"re not wearing... shoes&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store... grocery&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer... different&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone... someday&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color... red&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you laughed... cried&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried... smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tagging Sabrina, Josh, Lindsay M, Karen, Blockburgers&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/1303173331482839370-2618491166518745233?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/2618491166518745233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=2618491166518745233&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/2618491166518745233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/2618491166518745233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-one-word-answers-with-no.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-107277823654944392</id><published>2008-07-27T20:33:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:34:21.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, In 3's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been tagged. The task is to list things in 3's, namely:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joy-joys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Snuggling&lt;/div&gt;2. Text messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;3. Grocery shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Facial disfigurement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. Unemployment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;3. Bunnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Stop renting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. Write a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;3. Laser hair removal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. Making lists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Dolly Parton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Surprising facts about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. I have O-negative blood (i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I want to marry a canadian&lt;/div&gt;3. Kangaroo is my favorite zoo animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm tagging Lauren C., Brandon F., and Laura D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-107277823654944392?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/107277823654944392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=107277823654944392&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/107277823654944392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/107277823654944392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-tagged-task-is-to-list-things.html' title='Me, In 3&apos;s'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-4763449203170953897</id><published>2008-07-11T00:00:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:03:37.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Park, WA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have a really beautiful country. The last few years I've tried to experience my 4th's of July in areas other than Salt Lake. I figure if I'm celebrating this great land, I oughta know what's here.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Knoxville in 2004 and enjoyed their firework traditions with Billy, Teresa and Chandler (pre-Brielle). Let me tell you the excitement that comes from cramming hundreds of thousands of rednecks beneath the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunsphere"&gt;Sunsphere&lt;/a&gt;. They had a lot of live music, dead animals, body odor and a shaved ice stand that made my whole trip worth-while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Seattle in 2006 and watched fireworks over Puget Sound. It was cool to see all the sailboats anchored out in the water, floating on the fireworks' reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This year, I went back to Washington state but this time I was on the coast. Long Beach Peninsula is 25 miles long, 2 miles wide and very fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Welcome to Ocean Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HW0LHYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gt87HUzymV4/s1600-h/Ocean+Park+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HW0LHYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gt87HUzymV4/s400/Ocean+Park+sign.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221635822273109378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Long Beach parade was actually quite impressive. I wish I'd taken pictures of their synchronized grocery cart marching segment. Terry made all of us wear something funky to the parade. I don't know how Max got off so easy. Ayden was wearing a Wonder Woman wig (or something eerily similar) but wasn't happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HZetKCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6gYmisVFY8A/s1600-h/Long+Island+Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HZetKCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6gYmisVFY8A/s400/Long+Island+Parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221635822988372002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Above: Avory, Terry, Ayden, Ryley, Jeni, me, Max.&lt;br /&gt;Below: me trying to get warm...it was like 60 degrees and drizzly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HizwMLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7VFwkIevZSY/s1600-h/My+parade+git-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HizwMLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7VFwkIevZSY/s400/My+parade+git-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221635825492570290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We did some of our own fireworks before dark. Ayden got scared by one of them and took off running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HgngwTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6JUy0ngue8M/s1600-h/Ayden+Running+from+fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HgngwTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6JUy0ngue8M/s400/Ayden+Running+from+fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221635824904356146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got a little braver with the smoke bombs once he saw Ryley jumping on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6H_S0czI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eUn2RzWOySo/s1600-h/Smoke+Bombs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6H_S0czI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eUn2RzWOySo/s400/Smoke+Bombs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221635833139065650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happens when you tell five little boys they have to play inside? They turn into five little monkeys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb7ftZ6i2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VwRlVWADjOg/s1600-h/Crazy+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb7ftZ6i2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VwRlVWADjOg/s400/Crazy+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221637340165475170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ry-guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb7f3whq9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/1i2bp43WabU/s1600-h/Cute+Ryley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb7f3whq9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/1i2bp43WabU/s400/Cute+Ryley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221637342944668626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ayden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb7gCfjGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zkf0HUyH_-I/s1600-h/Ay-dawg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb7gCfjGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zkf0HUyH_-I/s400/Ay-dawg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221637345826248754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Hammonds: (thanks for treating me to such a wonderful trip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb8cPhiZjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ltX6qM9RZZU/s1600-h/The+Fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb8cPhiZjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ltX6qM9RZZU/s400/The+Fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221638380116403762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1303173331482839370-4763449203170953897?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/4763449203170953897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=4763449203170953897&amp;isPopup=true' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/4763449203170953897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/4763449203170953897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach-house.html' title='Ocean Park, WA'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHb6HW0LHYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gt87HUzymV4/s72-c/Ocean+Park+sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-6229297250371691492</id><published>2008-07-10T22:44:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:58:55.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to my bosom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I've been enjoying a lot of concerts lately. So far this year I've seen Tally Hall &amp;amp; OneRepublic with Todd, Alan Jackson with Scott and am due for Sheryl Crow with Jess in August. Dolly will be in Sacramento soon and that one might be too tempting to pass-up but we'll see what the budget allows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, we all know how much I adore Dolly, but I drool for only one country legend: Tim. Yes, Faith's Tim. He has "Faith" tattooed on his arm with a little heart dotting the "i" - so what! Jeni and I scored 8th row (with a price) and it was worth every penny. We passed through four lines of security personnel just to get to our seats and every time we showed them our tickets they would look at us, smile and nod - the only thing missing was the wink. But yeah, we were sumpen special. As soon as Tim took the stage, we did too. We got up close and not-quite-as-personal-as-we'd-hoped for but still touched the man! He would come by and reach down to us earthlings every so often. Jeni's arm is longer than mine and she kept blocking my chance and taking all the love for herself! He would grab her hand, skip over mine and grab the next tall hand.  I finally triumphed by jumping and reaching as high as I could and grabbing his wrist, just above his right hand. Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, this is for real:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmPeInx9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5csfWKq0cAM/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmPeInx9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5csfWKq0cAM/s400/Tim+McGraw+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613971444320210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I didn't even have to zoom to take this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmQFOGtKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_hTWQ1bTr9Q/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmQFOGtKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_hTWQ1bTr9Q/s400/Tim+McGraw+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613981936301218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There's that stupid Faith tattoo. I'm not worried about it though because he has enough money to get it laser-removed later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmQqJvc_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M13ZYYczh6s/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmQqJvc_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M13ZYYczh6s/s400/Tim+McGraw+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613991850111986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hold on, it gets better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmRRvRPOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jKHoZpP-Rmo/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmRRvRPOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jKHoZpP-Rmo/s400/Tim+McGraw+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221614002476498146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Possibly the best picture I've ever taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmRiqzvqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dNDLEdaM8sE/s1600-h/Tim+McGraw+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmRiqzvqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dNDLEdaM8sE/s400/Tim+McGraw+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221614007021190818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &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/1303173331482839370-6229297250371691492?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/6229297250371691492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=6229297250371691492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/6229297250371691492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/6229297250371691492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-to-my-bosom.html' title='Come to my bosom!'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/SHbmPeInx9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5csfWKq0cAM/s72-c/Tim+McGraw+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-7493733812123132929</id><published>2008-06-02T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:11:58.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Quiz</title><content type='html'>My mom suggested I post a picture of me. Here I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;You Are Megara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Megara.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charming and witty. You are always the first person to come up with a wisecrack. Sure, you have an attitude, but that's why people love you. You keep them on their toes. Sometimes you can be misleading, but always end up doing the right thing for the people you love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-7493733812123132929?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/7493733812123132929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=7493733812123132929&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/7493733812123132929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/7493733812123132929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/06/princess-quiz.html' title='Princess Quiz'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-197602702453789408</id><published>2008-04-03T01:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:16:28.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weepies</title><content type='html'>...are finally putting out a new album, &lt;a href="http://www.nettwerk.com/player/theweepies/hideaway/weepies_ecard.html"&gt;hideaway&lt;/a&gt;, on April 22. Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-197602702453789408?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/197602702453789408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=197602702453789408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/197602702453789408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/197602702453789408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/04/weepies.html' title='The Weepies'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-1447678369014349090</id><published>2008-02-23T23:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:57:27.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plug for Dolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R8EKzbBgb0I/AAAAAAAAADw/VFI93QCKzKY/s1600-h/BackwoodsBarbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R8EKzbBgb0I/AAAAAAAAADw/VFI93QCKzKY/s400/BackwoodsBarbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170425725741723458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly's new album, Backwoods Barbie, will finally hit shelves Tuesday 26. I'm so excited! I've already listened to it and it is g-hood! I hope all of you will give it a try. It will be available on iTunes if you want to start light - with just a song or two. She does a fun cover version of Drives Me Crazy which will be familiar to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;A few people have asked me, "Why Dolly?"&lt;br /&gt;I think my love for Dolly stems from the fact that, contrary to her plastic appearance, she is absolutely genuine! I learned this by listening to &lt;a href="http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0307/03/lkl.00.html"&gt;interviews&lt;/a&gt;. She is funny! Better than this? She is NICE! As Dolly says, "I hope people realize there is a brain beneath the hair and a heart beneath the boobs." So true.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't my favorite Johnny Carson interview with Dolly, but it still shows her cute personality. Carson loved Dolly. In fact, after her first time on the show, reviews were so great that she was invited to come back in less than a month's time. Pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_kodMFFXXY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_kodMFFXXY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she fabulous? I hope you enjoyed her!&lt;br /&gt;This next interview is a bit longer, but it's recent. It recaps a lot of the things she's accomplished in the years since the Carson days. She's such a good person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JfM2KaQ0HoE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JfM2KaQ0HoE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/1303173331482839370-1447678369014349090?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/1447678369014349090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=1447678369014349090&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/1447678369014349090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/1447678369014349090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/02/plug-for-dolly.html' title='Plug for Dolly'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R8EKzbBgb0I/AAAAAAAAADw/VFI93QCKzKY/s72-c/BackwoodsBarbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-4588219845732185255</id><published>2008-02-06T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:07:06.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Maats "tagged" me and the name of the game is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;list six quirky things about yourself. &lt;/span&gt;As I am a fan of all things self-promoting (or self-degrading) I happily take part in this exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;When I      was 6, my favorite movie was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Thorn_Birds_%28TV_miniseries%29"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (technically, it’s a miniseries). It's about a Catholic priest who falls in love with a little girl, waits for her to grow up, then renounces his commitment to God in order to “be with her”. I watched this repeatedly. This no doubt raises a couple of questions: A.) Where was Mr. Rogers when all this was going on, and 2.) What sort of parents set up the VCR for their kindergartner to watch this? While this is not a "quirk" per se, I have no doubt it made some sort of lasting impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I've adopted a bad habit of getting up and leaving on a moment’s notice. My family has commented on my untimely and tactless exits from various get-togethers. I’ve offended several of them. Perhaps this is why my mother found it necessary to give me a tutorial on how to warn my host/hostess of this departure several minutes before it happens. If you're reading this, consider this your "warning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I have      what some refer to as an unnatural fascination with &lt;a href="http://www.dollyparton.com/"&gt;Dolly Parton&lt;/a&gt;. I will not take the opportunity to defend myself at this time. There will be plenty of time for this in the next couple of weeks as I promote her newest album, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Backwoods-Barbie-Dolly-Parton/dp/B0011UFAFS"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Backwoods Barbie, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;due in stores February 26. *wink, wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I don't wear deodorant. Wait! Before you navigate away from my page, let me explain. I really don't have a malodorous problem - I promise. My mom would have said something about it by now. She's not shy about these things ("Your hair looks like a rat's nest." etc.), so I'm sure she wouldn't mind saying I smell like one, if I did. What about an antiperspirant, you ask? When I work up a sweat playing sports or whatever, usually it's my face that gets hot. I'm not going to lather my face in deodorant, so don't go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I’m      unable to sleep if my feet are cold or if I’m wearing socks. It’s a      vicious cycle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="6" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I deal      with my suicidal tendencies by placing an order online through &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/welcome.zhtml"&gt;Zappos.com&lt;/a&gt;. Waiting for my merchandise to arrive in the mail gives me something to live for - just long enough for the suicidal thoughts to pass. Subsequently, I have a lot of shoes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kidding, folks! It's called retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;TAG!: Katie, Marielle and Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-4588219845732185255?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/4588219845732185255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=4588219845732185255&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/4588219845732185255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/4588219845732185255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/02/weirdness_06.html' title='Weirdness'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-817711771818266455</id><published>2008-02-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:19:43.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Forbid I End Up Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you sum up your entire life story in six words? There's a new book that hit the shelves today called, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Not-Quite-What-Was-Planning/dp/0061374059"&gt;Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-word Memoirs&lt;/a&gt;. It is a compilation of responses people gave to the above question. I am hooked! Responses are so poignant - I had no idea how much you could piece together about a person in so little space. First, watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBnP0DoGjRI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBnP0DoGjRI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You were counting the words, weren't you? There are always six. I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are some of my favorite, unpublished six-word "memoirs":&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Cared      too much, did too little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Five      minus one, still a family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Not      what you think - look closer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Aloof?      No, just a bit deaf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I, I,      I, I, I, you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I look much taller in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Traveled      the world, found no home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Unpredictable      despair, frequently interrupted by joy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Had      little baggage, found traveling companion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I want      your life, damn it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Whipsawed      by calamity, yet stubbornly optimistic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Not as      blonde as I look.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you haven't figured it out yet, the title to this post was what I came up with for me. But I'm warning you now, you won't be able to stop thinking of new ones. I have a whole list of them now, but I want to hear what YOU (and husbands, and wives, and children) come up with. Please comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-817711771818266455?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/817711771818266455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=817711771818266455&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/817711771818266455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/817711771818266455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/02/heaven-forbid-i-end-up-alone.html' title='Heaven Forbid I End Up Alone'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-1692698800598123730</id><published>2008-02-02T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:54:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teahupoo (Tay-uh-cho-poo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E91pK-2TUFg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E91pK-2TUFg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to go to tahiti someday to watch people surf teahupoo. it's the heaviest, prettiest wave in the world, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other favorite waves:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pehai also known as &lt;a href="http://www.mefeedia.com/entry/150642/"&gt;"Jaws"&lt;/a&gt; - Hawaii (Maui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surfermag.com/photos/travel/pipderlictin/"&gt;Pipeline&lt;/a&gt; - Hawaii (Oahu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maverickssurf.com/Home/"&gt;Mavericks&lt;/a&gt; - California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite surfers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lairdhamilton.com/"&gt;laird hamilton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robmachado.com/"&gt;rob machado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lat34.com/surf/andy_irons"&gt;andy irons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellyslater.com/"&gt;kelly slater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mickfanning.com/"&gt;mick fanning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.honeygirlwaterwear.com/team_joy_magellsen.php"&gt;joy magelssen&lt;/a&gt; - (used to live with her.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-1692698800598123730?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/1692698800598123730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=1692698800598123730&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/1692698800598123730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/1692698800598123730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/02/teahupoo-tay-uh-cho-poo.html' title='Teahupoo (Tay-uh-cho-poo)'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-741952947846411619</id><published>2008-02-02T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:32:19.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R6T9LYQRf1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/J3NeUNErEeo/s1600-h/post-op.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R6T9LYQRf1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/J3NeUNErEeo/s400/post-op.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162529444804525906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this picture. such dear memories. i've broken my nose six times and had two surgeries. i've also knocked out my front teeth four times. if you're thinking that perhaps there was an instance when i broke my nose and knocked my teeth out at the same time, you'd be wrong. which means, there have been at least ten times when some sort of object has felt the need to strike me within the same one inch radius of my face.&lt;br /&gt;just thought you'd like to know. and whoever gave me the tootsie rolls, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-741952947846411619?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/741952947846411619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=741952947846411619&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/741952947846411619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/741952947846411619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-face.html' title='My Face'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R6T9LYQRf1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/J3NeUNErEeo/s72-c/post-op.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-4131884962823403362</id><published>2008-02-01T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:03:21.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Were you named after anyone? Erin Rose after my grandma, Rosa Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. When was the last time you cried? I wish i had an answer for this - but really, i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Do you like your handwriting? my handwriting changes on a daily basis. some days i'm like, "yeah! i'm on!" and other days it's very average. i've found it mostly depends on the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Do you have kids? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. If you were another person would you be friends with you? I might think i'm sort of a snot. But actualy, i tend to have a lot of bratty girlfriends...so yeah, i'd probably be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Do you use sarcasm a lot? used to. then i realized it is the lowest form of humor and has completely saturated our society so i have tried to cut back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Do you still have your tonsils? yes, and they are killing me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. Would you bungee jump? no! bungee jumping freaks me out more than sky diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. What is your favorite cereal? i gravitate toward the sugar cereals that shred the roof of your mouth: Cap't Crunch Berries, Fruit Loops, Apple Jacks...you know the type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? never. i tie my shoes once - right after i buy them - and they stay in those ties until they expire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. Do you think you are strong? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. What is your favorite ice cream? mint chocolate chip (not the big hard chunks of chocolate though. it has to be the small flaky-like chocolate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Probably their hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15. Pink or Red? RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16. What is the least favorite thing about yourself? any hair other than what's on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17. Who do you miss the most? my friend, greg miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18. Pearls or Jeans? guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19. What was the last thing you ate? marti's meatball sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20. What are you listening to right now? oh my gosh! &lt;a href="http://www.whatkindofworlddoyouwant.com/videos/view/id/408214"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;. it will make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Razzle Dazzle Rose, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22. Favorite smells? people i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24. Favorite sports to watch? college football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;25. Hair color? Highlighted blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26. Eye color? GREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;27. Do you wear contacts? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;28. Favorite food? salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;29. Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30. Last movie you watched? Once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;31. What color shirt are you wearing? green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;32. Summer or Winter? Actually I like spring and fall. But if I had to choose just between summer and winter it would be summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;33. Hugs or Kisses? yes, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;34. Favorite dessert? rice krispie treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;35. What book are you reading now? two books: The Alienist and Possible Side Effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;36. What did you watch on TV last night? nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;37. What is on your mouse pad? RxAmerica logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;38. Favorite sound? my phone telling me there is a text message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;39. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;40. What is the farthest you've been from home? Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;41. Do you have a special talent? so many! i don't even know where to begin. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;42. Where were you born? St. Marks Hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-4131884962823403362?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/4131884962823403362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=4131884962823403362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/4131884962823403362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/4131884962823403362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-251064248390274831</id><published>2008-01-12T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:06:19.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 15px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=-" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 15px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Result: &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 15px" href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=-" target="_blank"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FLOAT: right; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 5px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test!" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/color/images/blue_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;b&gt;blue&lt;/b&gt; — the most soothing shade of the spectrum. The color of a clear summer sky or a deep, reflective ocean, blue has traditionally symbolized trust, solitude, and loyalty. Most likely a thoughtful person who values spending some time on your own, you'd rather connect deeply with a few people than have a bunch of slight acquaintances. Luckily, making close friends isn't that hard, since people are naturally attracted to you — they're soothed by your calming presence. Cool and collected, you rarely overreact. Instead, you think things through before coming to a decision. That level-headed, thoughtful approach to life is patently blue — and patently you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=E" target="_blank"&gt;Take this test &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/images/logo/tickle_42x14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;hi. so basically this says i'm anti-social. okee dokee with me. so i'm going to the Oprah Winfrey Show in a week and a half. i was supposed to meet dolly parton - my hero - but there was some sort of scheduling problem and now she won't be there. doh! but i still get to go to the show in chicago and then if they are able to get dolly rescheduled they will call me and give me tickets to that show, too. keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-251064248390274831?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/251064248390274831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=251064248390274831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/251064248390274831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/251064248390274831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/01/free-parking.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-3818001887503761041</id><published>2008-01-04T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:52:45.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who is delta goodrem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/852325_1290903691f774g9mjcp25" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="340" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-3818001887503761041?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/3818001887503761041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=3818001887503761041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/3818001887503761041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/3818001887503761041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='who is delta goodrem?'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-4060482680779067006</id><published>2007-12-02T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:16:39.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R2YQ7z_hM2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/epMew6Mi24o/s1600-h/Mountain+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R2YQ7z_hM2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/epMew6Mi24o/s200/Mountain+Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144818244072321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess what this is from:&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, i don't really like talking about my flare..."&lt;br /&gt;i watched this movie today. it's one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;while you're thinking about that, please check out &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ddn4MGaS3N4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;andy mckee&lt;/a&gt;. he is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-4060482680779067006?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/4060482680779067006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=4060482680779067006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/4060482680779067006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/4060482680779067006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2007/12/complaint-letters.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R2YQ7z_hM2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/epMew6Mi24o/s72-c/Mountain+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303173331482839370.post-5098291989985195025</id><published>2007-10-28T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:31:28.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/RyThA32yC-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GXq-gOfUSQg/s1600-h/our+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/RyThA32yC-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GXq-gOfUSQg/s200/our+feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126469680964439010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone i know is really into blogging. it is for this reason i have chosen not to blog. i think i'm a little scared to compete. i think this whole blogging thing has gotten out of control. like text messaging. but actually i like texting, probably because i hate talking on the phone. see, texting allows me to communicate with someone without giving them my full attention. i can hold multiple conversations at once or sometimes i go all day without texting. it just depends on my mood and if the person i'm thinking about has text messaging capabilities. i know some people "don't get it", but it's really not that complicated. it's like this - it's convenient because sometimes you really don't have anything to say, you're just bored. so you shoot someone a quick ":-)" and it makes everyone happy. who doesn't like to get a ":-)" every once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303173331482839370-5098291989985195025?l=erinpackham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/feeds/5098291989985195025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303173331482839370&amp;postID=5098291989985195025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/5098291989985195025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303173331482839370/posts/default/5098291989985195025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpackham.blogspot.com/2007/10/everyone-i-know-thinks-they-can-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05111778051908232654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/R3_NMD_hM-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/h-pFYF4Q9Pg/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uiEv7CmY0xw/RyThA32yC-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GXq-gOfUSQg/s72-c/our+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
