<?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-8510842</id><updated>2012-02-09T09:20:39.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Redefining and Refining</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-2330411078192702106</id><published>2011-01-03T01:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:34:33.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing....?</title><content type='html'>Today we were checking out at hardware store and the cashier asked me when my baby was due.  Of course I was so shocked I could only reply sweetly that I am not pregnant.  I guess I should feel better that I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; like I have an excuse to be fat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2330411078192702106?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2330411078192702106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2330411078192702106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2330411078192702106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2330411078192702106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2011/01/embarressing.html' title='Embarrassing....?'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-8149429308196539269</id><published>2010-12-24T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:05:42.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRV7j4m_Y9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/H2ZC_weMKKw/s1600/SYD_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRV7j4m_Y9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/H2ZC_weMKKw/s400/SYD_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554481571852936146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from Bondi beach in Sydney.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to http://www.flickr.com/photos/alycepaige/ to see the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8149429308196539269?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8149429308196539269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8149429308196539269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8149429308196539269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8149429308196539269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/12/sydney-australia.html' title='Sydney Australia'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRV7j4m_Y9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/H2ZC_weMKKw/s72-c/SYD_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-4864799225902781044</id><published>2010-12-23T21:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:19:17.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010 Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCs5NPmqI/AAAAAAAAAyM/QnKTvosxh9Q/s1600/SYD_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCs5NPmqI/AAAAAAAAAyM/QnKTvosxh9Q/s400/SYD_0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554067210748533410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCskJ7CFI/AAAAAAAAAyE/omiNCCjInuU/s1600/SYD_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCskJ7CFI/AAAAAAAAAyE/omiNCCjInuU/s400/SYD_0411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554067205097457746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCsdMOMYI/AAAAAAAAAx8/nm1_xrvrm7s/s1600/DSCN0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCsdMOMYI/AAAAAAAAAx8/nm1_xrvrm7s/s400/DSCN0842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554067203228053890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCsOQomVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/auvTR9V8Z58/s1600/DSCN0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCsOQomVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/auvTR9V8Z58/s400/DSCN0841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554067199220029778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCrwwcVQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/xogiWY33AAs/s1600/DSCN0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCrwwcVQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/xogiWY33AAs/s400/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554067191300379906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-4864799225902781044?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4864799225902781044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=4864799225902781044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4864799225902781044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4864799225902781044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-2010-snapshots.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010 Snapshots'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TRQCs5NPmqI/AAAAAAAAAyM/QnKTvosxh9Q/s72-c/SYD_0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-8689552242564854678</id><published>2010-12-05T02:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T03:20:07.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain go away</title><content type='html'>This was on our way back from vacation.  We sat in standstill for an hour.  A nice Aussie "highway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5957cab7f52f6fe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05957cab7f52f6fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331117729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23CA05F13FA52B1102309AACB4532738B11A68A9.271D456546F43CD5BE9D69BA934D2D4D23548044%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5957cab7f52f6fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db_eJr0xVgZpMOWCNPNanJqdc7xs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05957cab7f52f6fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331117729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23CA05F13FA52B1102309AACB4532738B11A68A9.271D456546F43CD5BE9D69BA934D2D4D23548044%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5957cab7f52f6fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db_eJr0xVgZpMOWCNPNanJqdc7xs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8689552242564854678?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8689552242564854678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8689552242564854678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8689552242564854678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8689552242564854678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/12/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain go away'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-1007989157698292254</id><published>2010-11-30T03:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T03:30:06.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airlie Beach</title><content type='html'>Here is a little video from todays adventure.  There are not alot because it was raining all day.  Snorkeling was fun...no underwater pics because didnt have a camera...so overall good day with good people but I guess it will stay in my mind rather than being able to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-337661f92d845220" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D337661f92d845220%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331117729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7197CB57E99C96C10D03CB6A46C397B5C72345DF.1E1E30827F538F04BF2553AE37F226E79E70EA7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D337661f92d845220%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMOQ8kS2mdTiGRjnQ9WsNgHI1BaM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D337661f92d845220%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331117729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7197CB57E99C96C10D03CB6A46C397B5C72345DF.1E1E30827F538F04BF2553AE37F226E79E70EA7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D337661f92d845220%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMOQ8kS2mdTiGRjnQ9WsNgHI1BaM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-1007989157698292254?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1007989157698292254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=1007989157698292254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1007989157698292254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1007989157698292254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/11/airlie-beach.html' title='Airlie Beach'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-6641326220782062607</id><published>2010-11-11T23:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:23:30.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>So we are going on vacation so I figure I will see where the nearest Starbucks was to where we are going.  Cause first half of vacation Nat will be working so Ill be bored during day at hotel, i figure a good starbucks would help.  Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Queensland is a state in Australia about the same size as the entire east coast and midwest combined.  In that ENTIRE area there are 8 starbucks.  EIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately we live in Brisbane where I know where 2 of those are and sometimes go out of my way to go there.  Its really hard to believe that there are 8 in such a large area, considering in LA there were starbucks across the street from each other.  Those 8 are within a 50 miles radius...mainly tourist spots.&lt;br /&gt;Australians basically boycotted Starbucks because they came in and set up everywhere and Australian's were like "how the hell do you think you are...you arent real coffee...we like our local cafes so get out" I have asked several Australians about Starbucks...they most all curl up their noses and say "gross"  They must only really exist for us American Expats...and those few aussies that either like the coffee, or want to be cooler by drinking it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6641326220782062607?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6641326220782062607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6641326220782062607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6641326220782062607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6641326220782062607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/11/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-2675651106725863045</id><published>2010-09-29T06:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:20:18.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Holiday</title><content type='html'>I have this week off for semester break. A much needed mental holiday. This semester is kicking my ass and after prac and the possibility of wanting to get graduate program in ICU it's also bears the added weigh of keeping my GPA up. Australian grading score is weird. I currently have a 6 out of 7 which I equate as a B but apparently it's really good. I have to have higher than 5.5 to get into program.  The first week of one of my classes they went on and on about how so many people failed...thus to added stress. I suppose I did ok on the paper but we shall see what my tutor thinks.&lt;br /&gt;So this week I am not doing anything and it's driving me mad now. I am bored. Thought about doing some prework for next couple weeks but then my head starts to hurt just thinking about it. I guess I should take advantage of this time while I have it.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe this time next year I will be a practicing RN ( or rather have a license but at a wedding). It's gone by really fast. But now the semester is dragging!! I think my final exam is November 8th so I still feel like I have a long way to go. Today I booked a vacation to whitsundays. We were debating Fiji but just got too pricey. It's up my grand barrier reef and I have no doubt it will be beautiful. So something to look forward to. Other than that. Nothing too exciting. Just me studying and writing papers till then.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to get a job soon cause spending 3 months with no school or work with definitely drive me into mad house. So I guess pray I find some work as assistant nurse somewhere, for my sanity and my pocket book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u all&lt;br /&gt;c.ALIce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2675651106725863045?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2675651106725863045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2675651106725863045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2675651106725863045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2675651106725863045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/09/mental-holiday.html' title='Mental Holiday'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-2438267975620324144</id><published>2010-09-04T05:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T06:12:27.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the anxiously awaiting...</title><content type='html'>So I am going to assume that my avid readers are anxiously sitting and waiting for my grandious blog entry about my life.  Well here it is, but I warn you, its really not THAT spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, where to begin?  Well I am currently taking a mental break from thinking about this stupid assignment.  Its a really difficult assignment, but its also very simple.  I think I am overthinking it so I am letting all the information I have read sink in so I can sit down and write it in my own words, although it will sound like its for the layman, it will show understanding right?  Its actually not that bad of an assignment and really interesting, but the lecturer and tutor basically told us that more than half of last semester students failed, so there is that added amount of stress and pressure.  Although I now think they were just trying to scare us, or speaking to the "not so bright" population.  Its been a really full on semester compared to last semester.  I barely remember last semester!!  Its like a haze.&lt;br /&gt;But on to the fun stuff!!  I finished prac more than a week ago.  BY FAR the best prac I have ever had.  My facilitator was one of those people that loved to teach and very motivated to give us every oppurtunity to learn during the four weeks.  She had a great rapport with the nurses and it made such a difference to their reception towards us.  The other girls I was with were very bright and enthusiastic which just hyped up the morale and confidence to get stuck into it.  I was on an ICU ward, which is very different from a general ward. The patients were way more complex and interesting.  Its funny, the last couple semesters they talk about how to do certain cares, then you get on placement and its nothing like that.  But this ward really put all the theory and information into practice so it all started to click. The culture within the ward was very fun, relaxed yet focused and extrememly knowledgable.  The nurses were brilliant!!  They were so willing ot challenge our critical thinking and to share their knowledge and give us oppurtunities to do what we had talked about.  It has really made me think about going straight into ICU because I had such a great experience there.  I asked the nurses on the ward and it was sorta 50/50 whether to start out in ward to get experience or go straight into ICU.  Its different kind of nursing i think.  I really like the one on one with the patient and sorta a more controlled environment.  I of course developed my favorite patient and followed him up until last day.  I only had him one day, but he was lovely so I would stop by and check on his progress.  The last day I got a hug from his wife with tears and a genuine thank you...so fantastic!!  There were also some trajedies and sad stories and deaths.  Fortunately I dealt with all that very well, so I am confident I would be a great ICU nurse.  Who knows though...I still have a couple more pracs to go.  SO far I have liked them all for different reason, and thats a good sign!!&lt;br /&gt;Its already more than halfway through this semester, then I will be off till February next year.  I really dont like these long breaks, I fear I will forget everything I learned.  I would really like to get a job though.  I want to have some experience under my belt, even if its working for a nursing home or something.  I think that will help me develop my skills further and be more prepared in the future, and PASS THE TIME!! I worked last summer and it really helped to have a little income and something to do.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great girls night last night with Fliss, Sarah, Cort, Carol and Becks.  They are a great group of girls that I would like to get to know better, but just havent really had the oppurtunities.  I have hung out with them 3-4 times.  I think if I start going to church at Metro then I will see them more often, its just doing it, ya know?  Other than them, I have made some other good friendships with girls from uni.  Its nice to be connected, I think it makes a major difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is fine, no big dramas.  We have been unsuccessful in our pursuits to get pregnant, but now thats on hiatus because of Carols wedding.  I am not going to promise not to be with child, but I also dont really want to be 8 months pregnant on my last weeks of uni.  I guess we will wait a little longer.  I am not so sure I am ready yet anyway, but I dont think I ever will be...so if it happens it happens.  Nat has been busy at work and taking some trips to do training.  I think its good for him to get away and have a little change of scenery and job responsibilities.  He really likes his job and his bosses which I think makes a big difference.  He has been given some challenging projects that he really enjoys.  So as long as he is happy and the company is happy with him, we will be here in Australia (or wherever else they might send him).&lt;br /&gt;We got our house in east peoria rented out.  Vanessa, Hope, Steve and Arron worked really hard to get it ready for new tenants.  I dont know what I would have done if I didnt have them.  The new renters arent moving in till mid septemeber but we have deposit and signed lease and Hope seems to think they will be a good fit and take good care of it.  I am just glad I have someone else paying the mortgage.  I think we would have preferred to sell it and get out from under it, but I am happy to still have it to fall back on =)&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about it.  I really need to upload my sydney pics.  I am trying to put together a video slide show but just havent had time yet.  I might attempt that tonight, but highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;c.ALIce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2438267975620324144?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2438267975620324144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2438267975620324144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2438267975620324144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2438267975620324144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-am-going-to-assume-that-my-avid.html' title='For the anxiously awaiting...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-813143246576794669</id><published>2010-08-29T00:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:53:15.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arent we just adorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/THnhrTGyQPI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kWYMhjqEBdc/s1600/NatChrissiSydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/THnhrTGyQPI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kWYMhjqEBdc/s400/NatChrissiSydney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510683753043869938" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are in Sydney.  Behind us you can see opera house and harbour bridge.  I was surprised that the opera house is actually 3 seperate buildings.  We could have climbed the harbour bridge, but we climbed the similiar on in Brisbane and since you cant take photos, its sorta a waste of money...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little video for you...i have vowed not to be video person anymore...i dont have a steady hand and I am too fast...so sorry about that.  Hope it doesnt give you too much of a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to find some free video editing software so i can make a mini video of best shots...with music...ya know, when i get time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-813143246576794669?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/813143246576794669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=813143246576794669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/813143246576794669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/813143246576794669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/08/arent-we-just-adorable.html' title='Arent we just adorable'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/THnhrTGyQPI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kWYMhjqEBdc/s72-c/NatChrissiSydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-5292037466950730256</id><published>2010-07-22T08:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:03:36.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its close...</title><content type='html'>Here is the Story Bridge in Brisbane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhASasHFII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0kC2cprZLJk/s1600/topstory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhASasHFII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0kC2cprZLJk/s400/topstory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496714030351848578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhAR3tuD7I/AAAAAAAAAvI/bZRXE2ws5oM/s1600/storybridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhAR3tuD7I/AAAAAAAAAvI/bZRXE2ws5oM/s400/storybridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496714020963356594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the Brent Spence in Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhARWGXxNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/J3Msp0jAdjM/s1600/topspence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhARWGXxNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/J3Msp0jAdjM/s400/topspence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496714011939947730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhBlLrqGxI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cVYW3kpYAFg/s1600/brentspence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhBlLrqGxI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cVYW3kpYAFg/s400/brentspence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496715452252560146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5292037466950730256?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5292037466950730256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5292037466950730256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5292037466950730256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5292037466950730256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-close.html' title='its close...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEhASasHFII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0kC2cprZLJk/s72-c/topstory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-8245781126097020534</id><published>2010-07-22T08:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:40:51.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eery similairities...</title><content type='html'>So these are pictures of buildings in Brisbane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEg7yUhbmDI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wFHqSDeEJPg/s1600/red+exhaust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEg7yUhbmDI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wFHqSDeEJPg/s400/red+exhaust.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496709080894117938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEg7x_K9uRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/otzOIIL8ajk/s1600/purple+exhaust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEg7x_K9uRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/otzOIIL8ajk/s400/purple+exhaust.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496709075162741010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are the Ascent Condominiums in Covington (but close enough to Cincinnati skyline to count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEg7xSubjnI/AAAAAAAAAug/vBulsfNFgtQ/s1600/blue+covington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEg7xSubjnI/AAAAAAAAAug/vBulsfNFgtQ/s400/blue+covington.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496709063231901298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatca think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8245781126097020534?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8245781126097020534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8245781126097020534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8245781126097020534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8245781126097020534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/07/eery-similairities.html' title='Eery similairities...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/TEg7yUhbmDI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wFHqSDeEJPg/s72-c/red+exhaust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-8422673109052254383</id><published>2010-07-19T06:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T06:34:46.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>There are approximately 4.5 million people living in Sydney Metropolitan area (700 Square miles).  Interesting that there is 4.5 million people in the entire STATE of Queensland (look at map, its huge with about 667,000 square miles).  Of that 4.5 million....about 2 million (2/3rds) live in Brisbane City (817 square miles). Therefore the additional 666,200 square miles holds the other 2.5 million). It is estimated that approximately 16,000 people move to Brisbane per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For perspective...&lt;br /&gt;There are nearly...&lt;br /&gt;8 million people in New York&lt;br /&gt;4 million people in Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;3 million people in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;333200 people in Cincinnati city limits (76.9 Square miles)&lt;br /&gt;900K in Hamilton County (413 square miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brisbane is nearly 7X larger than Cincinnati...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8422673109052254383?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8422673109052254383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8422673109052254383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=4882754668752967674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4882754668752967674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4882754668752967674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-at-pki.html' title='fun at pki'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-3132489261376802552</id><published>2010-04-22T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:51:50.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two words</title><content type='html'>I rock....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3132489261376802552?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3132489261376802552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3132489261376802552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3132489261376802552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3132489261376802552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-words.html' title='Two words'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-6792751435951199412</id><published>2010-03-31T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:48:45.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bog...a blog</title><content type='html'>Its pretty awesome that I can sit on the bus and type up a blog and I am sure you all are so happy about that.  I think I love my new compact vaio.  I don’t have much to report….but I guess I do.  I have made a  new friend.  He is awesome.  His name is Vaughn and he makes me laugh all the time.  He is also in my nursing course and we ended up getting a lot of classes and tutorials together.  Although no one can replace Nina, he is a suitable replacement.  Its funny, we were talking the other day and he said he thought I was rude the first time I met him.  I guess that means I thought we were fast friends =)  Cause most people that think I am a bitch at first learn to love me!!  I am happy to have found him…although he is not a “study buddy” really.  I cant seem to get anything productive accomplished, but that’s cause I am too busy laughing.  I feel very safe to be myself around him, and that is good for me.  &lt;br /&gt;I have been doing some research in regards to what I need to have done before I come back to states in regards to nursing.  I know that I am required to take NCLEX but there are certain “rules” or curriculum that needs to be accomplished in order to qualify with foreign education to be able to take it.  I am trying to be proactive so that when we move back I can seamlessly take test and get job.  It’s a little discouraging because my program is not up to par with US programs.  So because of that, and various other reasons, Nat and I have (tentatively, depending on opportunity) decided to stay in Australia for four years minimum.  That gives us time to be able to take advantage of all it has to offer.  Nat doesn’t get vacation time until May and I will be in school until next July so it makes it hard to really do much.  We are trying to move closer to city so we will have more oppurtunites to “play” Everything is still up in the air but overall it’s a decision that helps me to cope with the uneasiness that comes with being “dislocated” – It relieves some stress of graduating and then moving and starting all over again…gives me a little time to have a solid nursing work experience before I head back to states.  It also allows Nat to really learn at his job and invest in projects.  I don’t see myself here in 20 years, but one day at a time…ya never know.  Also gives me time to get into graduate nursing program and make up any hours I may need in order to be able to take NCLEX (ie maternity and peds are not part of my program unless I decide to add midwifery and another year of study).&lt;br /&gt;Good news!! I found a starbucks that is semi-easy to access.  There are only 2-3 in Brisbane and none are remotely close to me.  But I found one in a hospital on my way to school (when I get the priviledge of driving) and they make the BEST white chocolate mochas!! There was one downtown I tried but there WCMs were gross.  It’s a delight I give myself once or twice a month.  It’s the little things people!!&lt;br /&gt;So the countdown has begin until I come back to the states.  I will graduate in July 2011 and Carol is getting married in September so I figure why get a job for 6 weeks then have to leave,  so instead I am planning to come back in July and stay until after Carols wedding.  Nat of course cant stay that long, but I think he is planning on coming for a couple weeks…but its too far in advance to make arrangements cause it will depend on his job situation – never know..we may be moving back instead of visiting!!  Everything will work itself out.  Its like 450 days away…but I love countdowns!!&lt;br /&gt;I have girls night with my favourite girl Felicity next Friday so there is something to look forward to.  I think I am going to try out a church this weekend or next --- just so hard to wake up so early on Sundays!!  It appears to be young and hip and very much like Vineyard….so we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I really cant think  of anything else.  Life is pretty ordinary.  Looking into finding a job..experience plus money = good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6792751435951199412?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6792751435951199412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6792751435951199412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6792751435951199412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6792751435951199412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/03/boga-blog.html' title='bog...a blog'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-813001398190649433</id><published>2010-03-28T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:53:21.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>The best in the WHOLE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/S6_58Ml6VqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iaOohZ6GOcY/s1600/sistas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/S6_58Ml6VqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iaOohZ6GOcY/s400/sistas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453852486336665250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-813001398190649433?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/813001398190649433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=813001398190649433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/813001398190649433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/813001398190649433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/S6_58Ml6VqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iaOohZ6GOcY/s72-c/sistas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-2340229677038861109</id><published>2010-03-26T02:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:18:46.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Placements</title><content type='html'>Here are my placements for second semester&lt;br /&gt;April 19-30 in Vascular Ward at Royal Brisbane (venous and arterial diseases, surgical)&lt;br /&gt;May 4-14 in Mental Health Ward at Logan Hospital (with Nina and Mallory =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the ward I wanted...closest I could find to Cardiovascular...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2340229677038861109?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2340229677038861109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2340229677038861109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2340229677038861109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2340229677038861109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/03/placements.html' title='Placements'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-6186020273243771559</id><published>2010-03-26T01:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:06:04.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unprepared</title><content type='html'>I don't have confidence that my nursing program is providing me the necessary skills to become a competent nurse. That is frustrating. I looked over some nclex questions and can honestly say I would fail miserably. I am considered third year and this time next year am expected to be able to be a competent nurse. At this stage I am extremely doubtful ill be there. Part of me wishes I stayed in the states to complete this course. But I really didn't have a choice. Very disheartening. So feeling unprepared feeds into my confidence and my wanting to complete this course. But what else do I have? Is this what I really want? Will I ever feel prepared? Are my doubts and apprehensions stemming from my lack of confidence or telling me this isn't what I am designed to do. Where are all my answers. It's not like a normal job...peoples lives are in my hands. Can I handle that stress and pressure? So I am at a crossroad and feeling helpless and hopeless in regards to my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6186020273243771559?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6186020273243771559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6186020273243771559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6186020273243771559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6186020273243771559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/03/unprepared.html' title='Unprepared'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-4152978095545358927</id><published>2010-03-14T06:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T06:07:29.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure</title><content type='html'>I don't like living being unsure of anythng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-4152978095545358927?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4152978095545358927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=4152978095545358927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4152978095545358927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4152978095545358927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/03/unsure.html' title='Unsure'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7905134583302563916</id><published>2010-01-27T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:24:00.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction</title><content type='html'>What makes me happy?  Regardless of location or who is around me...what satisfies me?  It seems like I keep seeping into misery and depression.  I can blame it on my location, being far away.  I can blame it on mundane and boring uneventful life.  I can blame it on working.  I can blame it on not working.  But no matter where I am, how eventful my life is I still cant shake this feeling of lack of purpose and feeling dissatified.  So I need to sit down and ask myself what really makes me happy---and what do I really want.  &lt;br /&gt;I have a good life.  I have an awesome family. I have great and loyal friends. I have an incredible husband.  I think I have found my calling.  I live in an exotic location.  Most people would envy my life...so I want to find what makes me content so no matter where I am, no matter who is around that I am happy and full of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7905134583302563916?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7905134583302563916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7905134583302563916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7905134583302563916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7905134583302563916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/01/satisfaction.html' title='satisfaction'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-9172337921974961779</id><published>2010-01-25T00:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:32:22.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumped my head.....</title><content type='html'>sorry if the picture below is a little gruesome...I dont think its that bad...but in case you have a weak stomach...i am warning you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was cleaning and stood up on a desk to get the cobwebs out of the corners.  While getting down I got attacked by the ceiling fan.  It hurt and started bleeding.  So I called Nat and told him to come home---and Nat knows when I call and say come home that he is not to delay cause I dont cry wolf.&lt;br /&gt;I went into bathroom to check damage and my hand was covered in blood...so I got a towel and a bag full of frozen french fries and waited for Nat.  &lt;br /&gt;He came home...inspected the wound and off we went to the doctor.  We werent really sure what to do...i know what to do in a real emergency, but not sure about what to do in a semi emergency. So Nat called his boss Mel.  He told us that a normal doctors office would do stitches.  I didnt need neuro exam just someone to confirm our diagnosis.  The doctors office were so nice to us.&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up getting 5 or so stitches.  I must say that the worst part about the entire thing was getting local anaesthetic. I havent had stitches since I was REALLY little.   They had to cut my hair, but at least it will grow back eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Nat was so fascinated by the wound...he got to see how bad it really was. Apparently it was really deep.  The doctor said I was lucky it wasnt much worse. I was just thankful it wasnt my face and that my brain wasnt exposed. Nat took pics but they sucked...iphones were not meant for photos.  If you are really interested in the pics you can see them on his/my facebook page.  I am just posting the "clean" picture. I also wasnt sure the last time I had a tetanus shot, so luckily I got one of those too...the nurse gave REALLY good shots, barely felt a thing!&lt;br /&gt;SO that was about it...i got attacked by a ceiling fan and got 5 stitches.  Was a BRILLIANT day.  OH yeah...how much did it cost to have an "emergency" appointment with tetanus shot, stitches and doc visit...(we pay upfront and then later get reimbursed)-- a whopping total of $140.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/S11ERVf7SZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/I-qWoNEXzig/s1600-h/CAP_9246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/S11ERVf7SZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/I-qWoNEXzig/s400/CAP_9246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430571790298204562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-9172337921974961779?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/9172337921974961779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=9172337921974961779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9172337921974961779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9172337921974961779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/01/bumped-my-head.html' title='Bumped my head.....'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/S11ERVf7SZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/I-qWoNEXzig/s72-c/CAP_9246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-5605479563399704219</id><published>2010-01-19T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:23:00.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>I thought about it and didn't want a resolution that was the same as the last 30 years..lose weight and quit smoking are pretty much staple resolutions. So here is my resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not decline any invitation. As long as the invitation is financially feesible, does not compromise my health, integrity or morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot decline even if I am tired, don't feel like it or scared...to make the most of all the opportunities that present themselves. Hopefully that will fill my plate with friendships and adventures.  Now my non-commital self does not want the word to spread of my resolution in fear that someone will actually ask me to do something!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5605479563399704219?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5605479563399704219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5605479563399704219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5605479563399704219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5605479563399704219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7628901557347228047</id><published>2010-01-12T02:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:20:04.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up</title><content type='html'>It's been a while and frankly I still don't think I have much to say until maybe I start talking and then it all snowballs out. &lt;br /&gt;School is out for summer break. Fortunately I passed all my classes with flying colours. Since school has been over I have been working with nats company on a project. Rough start but now it's all good. Making some extra money is nice. Trying to save some money for when Cheryl comes to visit and for when school is in. We will see how that goes. Seems like everytime we get a little ahead we go back 2 steps. Our two step happened yesterday. My blood still boils when I think about it : &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Nat and I came home to destroyed carpet in master bedroom. The girls had accidently got stuck in room and door closed behind them and they can't get out. They brought the carpet up at sliding door. At entry door.  Near window. Destroyed the wood blinds and one of curtain panels.  Ripped the carpet half way across the room. I thought maybe Judah made a surprize visit. &lt;br /&gt;Now what to do!?!? We can't really tell them it was dogs because technically they are supposed to be outside dogs. And nothing else could really do that much damage. So now Nat and I have to somehow repair or replace the carpet without the renters or renting company finding out. Of fun!! &lt;br /&gt;As we were driving to work. Before we got out of subdivision I told him I didn't latch the door (it's finicky..you have to pull up on handle to get it to close) and went through all the distaterous scenerios but he said we will hope they don't do anything. He should really learn to follow my intuition. So I am now EXTREMELY frustrated and angry and stresssed. &lt;br /&gt;On top of all that the renting company checks on property usually mid-lease, which would be somewhere between end of Jan and feb. So much fun. So we will try to find someoe to come fix it or have it replaced. &lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for Cheryl to come. It can't be soon enough!! I have been trying to figure out what to do. I'll just be happy to not have to work anymore. I am just so tired all the time. &lt;br /&gt;School will be starting end of February. I have been out looking for a new computer. There is one I love but the huge downfall is that it doesn't have a DVD rom. Why would a computer not have one? Hopefully once I get a new computer I can update this blog more often. Life has been pretty good. I have been really homesick over the holidays. I am in much needed family fix. For some reason I felt so far away from everyone. Not distance wise cause that is obvious but that I wasn't part of their lives. All well. I guess all I have is Nat. &lt;br /&gt;We hung out with our friends phil and felicity on Christmas. All day long we ate and played board games. It was awesome. It's nice to have friends here that will hang out with us. &lt;br /&gt;Well I may write more later. Although nothing interesting. &lt;br /&gt;C.Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7628901557347228047?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7628901557347228047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7628901557347228047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7628901557347228047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7628901557347228047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-up.html' title='What&amp;#39;s up'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-6292421808178064466</id><published>2009-12-07T06:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:04:04.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The neverending list</title><content type='html'>Cravings are weird when you cant just run to store and pick it up...the current list. &lt;br /&gt;Gardettos&lt;br /&gt;Hersheys syrup&lt;br /&gt;Double stuffed Oreos&lt;br /&gt;Lucky charms&lt;br /&gt;Candy corn&lt;br /&gt;Cracker jacks&lt;br /&gt;Fruit roll ups&lt;br /&gt;Ranch dip&lt;br /&gt;Cheddar and sour cream chips&lt;br /&gt;Banana peppers&lt;br /&gt;Velveeta cheese&lt;br /&gt;Larosas wing sauce&lt;br /&gt;Sturkey spice&lt;br /&gt;Sturkey dressing&lt;br /&gt;Gold bond powder&lt;br /&gt;Cream of wheat&lt;br /&gt;Easy cheese&lt;br /&gt;Honeycomb&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate jello cook and serve&lt;br /&gt;Chex mix&lt;br /&gt;Caramel topping&lt;br /&gt;Bisquick&lt;br /&gt;Aunt jemima syrup&lt;br /&gt;... It's the curse of wanting what you can't have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about Australia? Great exotic fruit. Good produce. There just isn't the same variety as there is in the states. Weird the things you miss. What are your favorite foods that you eat all the time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6292421808178064466?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6292421808178064466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6292421808178064466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6292421808178064466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6292421808178064466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/12/neverending-list.html' title='The neverending list'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-3695196442262062828</id><published>2009-11-26T07:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:12:02.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never</title><content type='html'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! love you all and will miss you this holiday season. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3695196442262062828?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3695196442262062828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3695196442262062828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3695196442262062828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3695196442262062828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-6173665733712552448</id><published>2009-11-05T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:55:59.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brizzy</title><content type='html'>I dont know if you guys even had heard of this band.  you can watch video and see downtown brisbane and all the coolness that surrounds me.  the video is ALL THE DREAMERS by POWDERFINGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhKAhyP8qKI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6173665733712552448?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6173665733712552448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6173665733712552448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6173665733712552448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6173665733712552448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/11/brizzy.html' title='Brizzy'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-2378617632235789605</id><published>2009-11-05T02:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T02:05:34.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I doubt you can read it. It's called HAIR ARTZ. a MOBILE HAIR SALON. seriously!!! I tried to get pic. But obviously unsuccessful but it's sorta proof it exists if you take my word for it ;)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/11/04/972.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/11/04/s_972.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2378617632235789605?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2378617632235789605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2378617632235789605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2378617632235789605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2378617632235789605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-doubt-you-can-read-it.html' title=''/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-3275307927401916936</id><published>2009-11-04T02:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:10:24.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How cute</title><content type='html'>I love my baby. Nat loves that she is on the bushes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/11/03/894.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/11/03/s_894.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3275307927401916936?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3275307927401916936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3275307927401916936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3275307927401916936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3275307927401916936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-cute.html' title='How cute'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-8321664994373988233</id><published>2009-10-15T03:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:23:07.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie word of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Todays word: JUMPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER to yesterdays phrase: flat out means "busy" sometimes it ends with other funniness like "flat out like a dog on lino" picture a dog trying to run on linolieum..dog on lino. Or "flat out like a drinking lizard". Now imagine a drunk lizard. Most people just say "flat out" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8321664994373988233?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8321664994373988233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8321664994373988233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8321664994373988233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8321664994373988233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/10/aussie-word-of-day_15.html' title='Aussie word of the day'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-9201016079329085897</id><published>2009-10-14T05:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:39:20.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie phrase of day</title><content type='html'>It really isn't any fun If you guys, other than Carol..thanks btw, don't try to guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays phrase:&lt;br /&gt;Flat out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to arvo: used as a shortened word for "afternoon". It's too much effort to say afternoon!!  Cause Aussies lingo is basically cutting word in half and adding a "y" or "o" at end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-9201016079329085897?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/9201016079329085897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=9201016079329085897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9201016079329085897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9201016079329085897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/10/aussie-phrase-of-day.html' title='Aussie phrase of day'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7896038645284972388</id><published>2009-10-13T09:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:25:50.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Word of the day</title><content type='html'>Arvo.&lt;br /&gt; Do u know what it means? Take a gander...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to "chuckin' a sickie" is what Americans coin as "playing hookey" callin in sick even though u r not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7896038645284972388?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7896038645284972388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7896038645284972388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7896038645284972388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7896038645284972388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/10/aussie-word-of-day.html' title='Aussie Word of the day'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-3497827764684052152</id><published>2009-10-12T05:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:49:28.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess that Aussie phrase</title><content type='html'>Chuckin' a Sickie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3497827764684052152?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3497827764684052152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3497827764684052152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3497827764684052152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3497827764684052152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-that-aussie-phrase.html' title='Guess that Aussie phrase'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-738534985023633063</id><published>2009-10-04T03:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:34:01.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful week</title><content type='html'>Carol was saying that I don't post enough pictures so here goes.  Aunt Faith (Mother in law's sister) came into Brisbane this week.  It was actually perfect timing because I was on semester break so I could entertain her.  It was such a treat to have her here.  She reminds me A LOT of Hope, so it was like having Hope here.  It was also nice to have family here.  She arrived on Tuesday but I had to stay home Wednesday to wait for routine inspection of property.  Thursday I went to pick her up at her hotel and we went shopping at outlet malls by the airport.  After some detours (gps and construction don't mix!) we FINALLY got to the DFO (Direct Factory Outlets).  It was the first time I have really gone shopping and found anything i liked.  Faith (being just like Hope) wouldn't let me pay for anything, although I was prepared to buy.  I feel in love with this dress but it unfortunately didnt have my size.  I am debating going to buy smaller size and figure out a way to fix into it. =) Its awesome dress.  &lt;br /&gt;So all day Thursday we were shopping, but never got much farther than DFO.  We then went to pick up Nat and work and went back to our house and then out to dinner at Nandos!!  We love Nandos--(www.nandos.com.au). When we dropped her off at the hotel, she gave us a care package...chocolate is not good to send cause it melts, but when you come on plane, its perfectly fine!!  I got Cracker Jacks (was craving caramel popcorn); milkduds; reese cups; peanut m&amp;ms; candy corn (yummy!! and FUNNY when you give to dogs hahhaha); some sloppy joe mix and other seasoning; Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing Mix (cause ranch here tastes like mayonnaise); and TUPPERWARE!!  I am so excited to have Tupperware (or rather Rubbermaid) that closes...awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;Friday Faith and I got together for lunch and went to Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary (www.koala.net).  It was the first time I have seen Koalas upclose and actually got to hold one...for like 2 minutes, enough time for them to take a picture.  They are like babies.  They grab on to you like your the momma and are really soft, but dont smell so good.  They are so LAZY!!  They were all either sleeping or eating...but they all had a different look to them, mainly reminded me of bunch of old men.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPFGu4Y-I/AAAAAAAAArU/sV_wmfH2Z-I/s1600-h/DSCN0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPFGu4Y-I/AAAAAAAAArU/sV_wmfH2Z-I/s400/DSCN0593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388643903273984994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPEqPPTUI/AAAAAAAAArM/-XYbXmmZ9t8/s1600-h/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPEqPPTUI/AAAAAAAAArM/-XYbXmmZ9t8/s400/DSCN0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388643895625076034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPEMsbE-I/AAAAAAAAArE/lOWs1BaRrjw/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPEMsbE-I/AAAAAAAAArE/lOWs1BaRrjw/s400/DSCN0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388643887694418914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPDuleWwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Cl-lnZ0RPSA/s1600-h/DSCN0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPDuleWwI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Cl-lnZ0RPSA/s400/DSCN0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388643879612209922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPDDs19NI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ufkg-eS6SXA/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPDDs19NI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ufkg-eS6SXA/s400/DSCN0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388643868100392146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got up close and personal with a few other animals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRR4Us0xI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2w2p2FQnp7c/s1600-h/DSCN0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRR4Us0xI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2w2p2FQnp7c/s400/DSCN0570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646321767633682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRRROH0mI/AAAAAAAAAr0/On058oUDYac/s1600-h/DSCN0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRRROH0mI/AAAAAAAAAr0/On058oUDYac/s400/DSCN0583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646311271060066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRQ8qBGUI/AAAAAAAAArs/BzSyiWGv85M/s1600-h/DSCN0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRQ8qBGUI/AAAAAAAAArs/BzSyiWGv85M/s400/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646305750915394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRQdVWCXI/AAAAAAAAArk/DMAxHgVSlTA/s1600-h/DSCN0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRQdVWCXI/AAAAAAAAArk/DMAxHgVSlTA/s400/DSCN0579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646297342708082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRP4zd1oI/AAAAAAAAArc/tuzZIeoMQZw/s1600-h/DSCN0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshRP4zd1oI/AAAAAAAAArc/tuzZIeoMQZw/s400/DSCN0549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646287536936578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an eventful day!  We also drove around a bit to where Faith used to live so she could reminisce.  Again, went to pick Nat up at work and went out to dinner at Lone Star, yum.  I wanted to go to a nice place that we had found, but we don't get out much so it was Lone Star. We came back home and skyped with Hope, Faith, Nat and me.  It was nice to see mom.  I wish she could have been here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Nat slept in a bit (i try but I don't get past 6:30am)--he wasn't feeling well so I figured he needed to sleep it off.  I think he has allergies or something, or the remnants of the dust storm last week.  Faith treated us to the Story Bridge Climb.  (www.storybridgeadventureclimb.com.au)  We met up for lunch at SouthBank -- basically a Brisbane beach in the city with markets, street performers and food court.  It was pretty muggy though.  We caught the ferry (water bus) to the climb.  I took a couple pics of the city so you get an idea of what it looks like.  The river is like a snake so it winds around.  It really is a pretty city.  Hard to believe that there are 14 million people in Brisbane alone, when Faith lived here 15 years ago, there was only 14 million in entire COUNTRY of Australia.  Its rumoured that 10,000 migrate to Bribane A WEEK...growing pains coming soon??  Sorta sad, give it a couple years and it will be more like New York than Cincinnati (future blog, I am making a list of similarities between Cincinnati and Brisbane).  Nat and I agreed that we really felt like TOURISTS this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE STORY BRIDGE THAT WE CLIMBED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshYKs6LyoI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6h5jRdtAnbI/s1600-h/DSCN0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshYKs6LyoI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6h5jRdtAnbI/s400/DSCN0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388653895025937026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshYKJpN7tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/JCm7nrPX_Ho/s1600-h/DSCN0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshYKJpN7tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/JCm7nrPX_Ho/s400/DSCN0611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388653885559533266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshYJlzXTZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/pnV01ws8eY8/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshYJlzXTZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/pnV01ws8eY8/s400/DSCN0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388653875938413970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Ssha7poKiCI/AAAAAAAAAss/I8IoFgf61Kw/s1600-h/DSCN0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Ssha7poKiCI/AAAAAAAAAss/I8IoFgf61Kw/s400/DSCN0609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388656934981896226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshYIjPBkMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/9iVpgQTe5VU/s1600-h/DSCN0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshYIjPBkMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/9iVpgQTe5VU/s400/DSCN0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388653858069254338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here is a pic of my "aussie-wanna-be" husband.  These hats are surprizingly popular and I must admit, it is pretty cool.  But I am convinced that i am much cuter in it than he is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshbmVwwmRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/BGqpIcIUEXg/s1600-h/DSCN0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshbmVwwmRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/BGqpIcIUEXg/s400/DSCN0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388657668383611154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it for now.  i am going to try to take some pictures at school this week so you can see where I go everyday.  Basically I am trying to prove Carol wrong and flooding you with images!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;c.ALIce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-738534985023633063?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/738534985023633063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=738534985023633063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/738534985023633063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/738534985023633063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/10/eventful-week.html' title='Eventful week'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SshPFGu4Y-I/AAAAAAAAArU/sV_wmfH2Z-I/s72-c/DSCN0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-4862639455229476327</id><published>2009-09-23T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:31:03.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust to dust</title><content type='html'>It's like a thunderstorm without the rain and in place of rain is dust. Cover your mouth and eyes cause it sucks to have dust there. It's my first ever, kinda cool.  &lt;br /&gt;It's like a thick fog where you can't see much of anything but it's not fog. It's dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-4862639455229476327?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4862639455229476327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=4862639455229476327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4862639455229476327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4862639455229476327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/dust-to-dust.html' title='Dust to dust'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-3590637440272814279</id><published>2009-09-22T18:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:47:25.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its not funny!!!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know our girls are now here in Australia.  They have adjusted well and are pretty much unchanged but think maybe they switched personalities. Etta has lost a little of her edge and isn't as playful and Sadie I think took all Etta's playfulness and is super hyper, a little unusual.  Well last night the girls took on their alternate personalities and Etta was hiding behind me scared of Nat trying to play with them and get them to run around.  Sadie was attacking Etta trying to get her to play along.  Nat and I were scratching our heads saying " What is wrong with them? They arent the same dogs"  &lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening I was getting ready for bed.  Many may know that I have grown accustomed to wearing earplugs at night because Nat snores and all of a sudden I became a light sleeper.  I stocked up on these earplugs, knowing I would be here for at least two years.  At Walmart they have 50 pair tubs...now why would I need so many when I only have 2 ears?  Well little miss Sadie REALLY likes them.  I am not sure what it is about them, but she likes to eat them..so i brought enough for those random times when Sadie finds one.  I put them in the drawer next to my bed.  You may also know that Sadie LOVES to get under the bed.  If she is playing or in trouble or just wants to get away from Etta, she hides under the bed.  So last night we were playing and she goes under the bed.  I lay on the floor trying to convince her to come out and play...then I see it...the tub of earplugs.  &lt;br /&gt;Sadie the sneaky little bugger had opened the drawer, taken out the tub and ATE THEM (well most of them) there were about 10 left...so she ate 90 of them...she will be pooping purple (or rather brown) earplugs for a year!!!  Its NOT funny!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;There were under things under the bed as well.  Its like her secret hiding place for things she got into, and here I thought she was just timid and liked to hide under the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Chrissi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3590637440272814279?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3590637440272814279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3590637440272814279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3590637440272814279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3590637440272814279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-funny.html' title='its not funny!!!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7944269973479643621</id><published>2009-09-16T20:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:15:26.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds suck</title><content type='html'>Was peacefully sitting outside and this bird perches on the chair next to me. Too close for comfort because I hear these particular birds will attack people. They are not very attractive either. Looks sorta like a creepy homeless man.  Anyway, I shook the chair to scare it away. It then flew to chair farther away and started staring me down. Ya know like one of those death stare till u look away stares. I looked away first..looking like a freak staring down a bird. Then the bird flew ONTO MY TABLE!! inches away from my lunch. The audacity!!! I stood up and walked away. The bird won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/09/16/600.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/09/16/s_600.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7944269973479643621?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7944269973479643621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7944269973479643621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7944269973479643621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7944269973479643621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/birds-suck.html' title='Birds suck'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-1656923497730911649</id><published>2009-09-15T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:29:06.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another video for your enjoyment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6f1a39bd0797d8fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f1a39bd0797d8fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331117729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16C4617B7078BC1004BF705CED8ADE57D606EDD5.24494E891027DAF26FC60330BCCACFE596FFFCE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f1a39bd0797d8fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMj2tmIls1W4iyp3sPP7HRO_NHiw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f1a39bd0797d8fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331117729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16C4617B7078BC1004BF705CED8ADE57D606EDD5.24494E891027DAF26FC60330BCCACFE596FFFCE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f1a39bd0797d8fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMj2tmIls1W4iyp3sPP7HRO_NHiw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-1656923497730911649?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1656923497730911649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=1656923497730911649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1656923497730911649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1656923497730911649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-video-for-your-enjoyment.html' title='another video for your enjoyment'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-1386325017503295644</id><published>2009-09-14T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:06:30.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here they are!!</title><content type='html'>we were a little anxious prior to picking up the girls.  We couldnt pick them up till at least 3pm and Nat picked me up from uni around 1pm.  20 minutes to get to airport, 1hr40min to "waste."&lt;br /&gt;It was the LONGEST 2 hours of our lives!!&lt;br /&gt;I figured I would ask Nat how excited he was, i tried to download video but it doesnt really do him justice, he was literally dancing and pacing all day.  I could not get that smile off his face!!!&lt;br /&gt;So instead I decided to upload this video which is PERFECT.  We got to the place to pick them up at like 2:45pm and we could see them when they opened doors to backroom.  THAT was tortured...so close but SO far away.  Must have been the busiest time of the day because there were tons of people there dropping stuff off.  FINALLY we got to front of line!  The guy went to get the girls and brought them around to front.  This is the first greeting after 5+ months away!!&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are SO tired now! They cut their collars in half at the airport (??) so we had to run to pet store and buy new ones.  Got home and of course all that excitement, bit of play in yard, then went on walk to dogpark (maybe it will grow on Etta -- she is NOT a fan of dogs in her personal space, NOT A FAN AT ALL!! She was hiding behind Nat just to get away from them (cute though), then they got baths, and a little more play.  They were watching us eat dinner, and being perfect, but could hardly keep their eyes open!! Now they are both konked out and adorable!!  Feels so much more like home with them here.  I almost forgot how much Etta loves me!  One thing though, Sadie is SO SKINNY!!  She is half the size she was when we left her 5 months ago.  I think she may have been bigger as a PUPPY!!  Etta has lost a little weight as well, but nothing like Sadie (i just say she is big boned!) Good news...they are still the most adorable girls ever...the drama hasnt seemed to phase them, but they are EXHAUSTED, but still playing and singing and loving us!!  It is SO nice to have them HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b68390743d05c492" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db68390743d05c492%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331117729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AEC53754E5F7249026D21175A86E25F7FF63D89.3E79750F26AECE78C3A83F5CEFCC6E3E88CEFA66%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db68390743d05c492%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB6d5-271rpEIuYH8MaundYefYmo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db68390743d05c492%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331117729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AEC53754E5F7249026D21175A86E25F7FF63D89.3E79750F26AECE78C3A83F5CEFCC6E3E88CEFA66%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db68390743d05c492%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB6d5-271rpEIuYH8MaundYefYmo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-1386325017503295644?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1386325017503295644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=1386325017503295644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1386325017503295644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1386325017503295644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/nats-remarks-prior-to-getting-girls.html' title='Here they are!!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7414119014063639486</id><published>2009-09-14T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:36:13.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Long time coming but the girls are finally here safe an sound!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7414119014063639486?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7414119014063639486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7414119014063639486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7414119014063639486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7414119014063639486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-9045626485640711920</id><published>2009-09-13T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:32:04.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to the hours</title><content type='html'>On way to airport to pick up girls. Whoo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-9045626485640711920?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/9045626485640711920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=9045626485640711920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9045626485640711920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9045626485640711920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/down-to-hours.html' title='Down to the hours'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7677376433376258964</id><published>2009-09-12T05:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:01:34.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;The girls are almost here. We will pick them up from the airport on Monday afternoon. We went out today and got food, bowls, toys and treats. There was this adorable puppy at puppy store that was hard to resist bringing home. Can't wait for girls to get here cause hopefully the puppy-wanting phase will go away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7677376433376258964?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7677376433376258964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7677376433376258964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7677376433376258964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7677376433376258964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-8233510709726138559</id><published>2009-09-09T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:17:15.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>FOUR MORE DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8233510709726138559?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8233510709726138559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8233510709726138559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8233510709726138559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8233510709726138559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdown_09.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-1141472097831793774</id><published>2009-09-08T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:37:12.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>FIVE DAYS TILL GIRLS GET HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-1141472097831793774?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1141472097831793774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=1141472097831793774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1141472097831793774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1141472097831793774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-6469194982174177616</id><published>2009-09-07T07:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:39:50.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bioscience midterm</title><content type='html'>Missed more than I thought I did so little disappointed but better than most...82.5. 33 out of 40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6469194982174177616?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6469194982174177616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6469194982174177616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6469194982174177616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6469194982174177616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/bioscience-midterm.html' title='Bioscience midterm'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-8090960373022652242</id><published>2009-09-06T02:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:22:28.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EIGHT DAYS!!!!</title><content type='html'>EIGHT DAYS TILL OUR GIRLS ARE HERE!!!  It has been awesome to have all the pics posted that shows them running and playing and smiling, but it wont be the same until they are HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dogwalks.com.au/cpg/index.php?cat=6 shows all the dogs in Sydney. If you go on that page to "top rated" and "most viewed" you will see our girls ranking pretty high.  I wish that they dominated the "top rated" page instead of that other dog (Lilly).  She only has like 28 votes, but Sadie and Etta only have 6 votes (page two), but over 60 views....imagine the dominance factor if I could vote more than once!! Etta and Sadie have their own folder which is where you can vote.  Most of them have at least 2 votes (guess where THOSE came from)...of course my girls are 5-STAR RATED!!!&lt;br /&gt;all well. i am just excited for them to FINALLY get here.  They arent here yet so keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;School is going well.  I only really have 5 weeks of class left (not including semester break and study week).  It is going by really fast.  I am starting up in week 8 and only have 13 weeks total (other than Clinical Practice which can go into December), but lectures/tutorials.  I have learned SO much but still feel like I am lacking in SO much.  all well, it should come with time and practice.  I just want to be the best, and the only thing holding me back is lack of knowledge!!  &lt;br /&gt;well i should get back to finishing my assignments.  I have a LONG list of things to do this weekend just to stay afloat and I still want to do some more catch-up work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8090960373022652242?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8090960373022652242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8090960373022652242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8090960373022652242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8090960373022652242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/eight-days.html' title='EIGHT DAYS!!!!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-957633535012837950</id><published>2009-09-01T18:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:30:26.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>has it really been that long?</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah its been a while.  this is really the first time in a couple weeks that i have had time to myself to sit and write.  school has been really fun.  I have soem great new girlfriends in most all of my classes and they are my study partners.  Nina and Fiona are awesome!  I talk to Nina most everyday and hang out with her at school.  The last couple weeks have been pretty stressful.  All of our tests and assignments ended up landing in the same week.  I guess you would consider it midterms.  I feel confident in my attempts for Bioscience but not so much for Pharmacology.  Weird since i prefer pharmacology over bioscience.  i think i spent so much time studying for bioscience that my brain was dead when i was supposed to study for pharmacology.  all well its all done now and now i feel like i dont have anything to do. although i know there are so many things to do because i have slacked on my other classes that dont have very many assignments. &lt;br /&gt;enough about school.  nah...more about school!  I am in week seven.  I really dont have any more projects until week 13.  I really like my Clinical Practice 2 class.  I am taking Clinical Practice 1 &amp; 2 at the same time so 1 is making beds and feeding, etc.  CP2 is removing staples/stitches and giving injections.  way more fun!!  I have practice sessions at school until Sept 22 then i get to go into hospitals/aged care.  I start my first CP1 rotation on Oct 19-31.  then i have CP2 rotation sometime in November.  &lt;br /&gt;Weather here in Brisbane has been sporatic.  we had a couple days last week that were unbearablly hot, then the last couple days are chilly.  &lt;br /&gt;I feel left out that I missed out on Sarah and Travis' wedding.  Lindsey posted some pics on her facebook and they were BEAUTIFUL!!  I cant believe my little sarah is all grown up and married.  what in the world are her parents going to do with an empty house?  &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I havent been talking to anyone lately but Nina and Fiona, but I see them everyday.  School takes up alot of time.  I am planning on getting a job after i get through this semester because then i will have some qualifications.  &lt;br /&gt;My girls are in Australia!!  I guess i have said that already!  They will be here in less than 2 weeks!  its crazy that this year has gone by so quickly.  I cant believe its september already!!&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that i really dont have much to report.  i get up, go to school, come home and read/study.  that is basically all i do.  i havent even had time to go to movie with Nat.  I think we are going to this weekend.  Friday I am going out with Nina and Fiona to celebrate getting through midterms.  it will be nice to have a night out.&lt;br /&gt;love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;chrissi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-957633535012837950?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/957633535012837950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=957633535012837950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/957633535012837950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/957633535012837950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/09/has-it-really-been-that-long.html' title='has it really been that long?'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-5121759484128049240</id><published>2009-08-19T06:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:46:23.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>27 days and counting...SO CLOSE!!</title><content type='html'>http://www.dogwalks.com.au/cpg/thumbnails.php?album=182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;album of our girls while in quarantine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5121759484128049240?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5121759484128049240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5121759484128049240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5121759484128049240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5121759484128049240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/08/27-days-and-countingso-close.html' title='27 days and counting...SO CLOSE!!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-1550151372569637474</id><published>2009-08-02T03:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:05:04.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Found: Dog Park</title><content type='html'>Today Nat and I went on a long walk and found a dog park!!  It is really close to our house and there were lots of doggies there.  Maybe if we go often enough Etta wont be such a bitch. =)&lt;br /&gt;I am SO excited!! They will be leaving Cheryl's August 10 and will arrive in Sydney on August 14.  They will be in the same COUNTRY and then we will only have 30 days to go.  Time has really been flying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write more, but I am in the middle of trying to mark some things off my list. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-1550151372569637474?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1550151372569637474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=1550151372569637474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1550151372569637474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1550151372569637474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/08/found-dog-park.html' title='Found: Dog Park'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-8590471111772370522</id><published>2009-07-27T19:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:38:56.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The list...</title><content type='html'>ok i have a little bit of time to avoid doing any school work (although after todays lecture I should really go to library to figure out what the hell she was talking about)  all well, i digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as the list.&lt;br /&gt;1. shopping: i need a new pair of jeans.  all my jeans are stretched out and are falling off me.  There is a trend here for skinny jeans (the ones that taper at the ankle) and I tried them on but just could not wrap my head around purchasing them.  I remember in high school looking at people that graduated 10 years before me and they all dressed like they were still in high school fashion...now i think i fall into that category.  I am not fashionable at all...i lived through the eighties already, i dont want to again.  something i would have worn as a 10 year old is "trendy" now...i just cant do it.  but i still need a new pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;2. girls: meeting some cool girls.  wanting to find a small group but finding it difficult because the church they all go to is on north end of Brisbane and I am situated on south end.  I am sure there are groups and churches closer to me, but I also really like the girls I have met (just dont want to get up at 7am on sunday to get to their church an hour away). I already have enough early mornings.  I hung out with new friend Felicity a couple weeks ago.  I hope to hang out with her again soon, but its hard to find the time that we both are available.  She is super cool though.  I am excited for Danielle and Hans to come back in a couple weeks.  It will be cool to hang out with them again.  Felicity and her husband invited us to AFL (australian football league?) but we already had plans.&lt;br /&gt;3. school:  school has been keeping me pretty busy.  I have all these classes with "assumed knowledge" -- like i should have taken such and such a class because this class builds on that, yet i didnt have such and such a class.  kind of hard to follow gastrointestinal tract if you dont know what it is...so bascially i have a lot of catch up work.  hopefully i will get all caught up this semester to that next semester i will be on top of things.  I am not the only student struggling though, pretty much all the graduate entry students feel really overwhelmed not only with all the new material, but all the material we need to know to understand it.  At least I am not alone!  I have to wake up at 5:30AM at least 3 days a week...makes for a TIRED girl at around 8pm.  poor Nat doesnt even get his lunch made anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have made some friends with classmates.  Of course I have not hung out with them outside of school but its only week two.  They are very diverse and I am ending up hanging out with all the old ladies.  the age range is very diverse, from fresh out of high school to grandmas.  makes for interesting conversation.  I pretty much have all my classes with the same people so we tend to sit together and i think eventually we will be the group that the lecturers will yell at to keep quiet! =)&lt;br /&gt;5. sand volleyball: Nat started playing volleyball on Tuesday nights.  The first couple nights was pretty entertaining but lately I have been "babysitting" one of the other players kids.  They are pretty cool kids, but I am over worrying about them falling from climbing everything,getting kicked and spit on (especially by the boy)--i could deal with the girl, she is civil.  With school, I dont think I am going to go anymore to watch, just sorta a hassle to get there.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I really do miss all of you!  not as much as when before school started, but still i do.  i hate missing out on your lives and being able to be there.  possibly a little resentment setting in...trying to fight it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see a movie on Saturday.  I read and studied all day and Nat got to pick the movie--wouldnt you know he would pick a SUBTITLED movie...ugh.  It was beautiful movie (Red Cliff) but sorta slow moving and hard to follow the characters. They all looked the same so I couldnt tell who was bad guy and who was good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be receiving shipment in Mid-August!  YEAH MORE CLOTHES...i am sick of wearing same outfits.  May be getting a discount because it is running about 2 months late.  I just really want my bed...my neck and back are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will be here in Australia in Mid-August...then 30 days quarantine.  time is flying and we miss them TERRIBLY.  Cheryl has been taking great care of them and getting them to all their vet visits.  less than 2 months!! YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all I can sacrifice for an update.  I have ALOT of reading to do and I am starving!  need to eat to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;Chrissi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8590471111772370522?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8590471111772370522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8590471111772370522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8590471111772370522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8590471111772370522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/07/list.html' title='The list...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-3221092620783280218</id><published>2009-07-20T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:01:38.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to write about...</title><content type='html'>1. shopping for clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. girls&lt;br /&gt;3. school&lt;br /&gt;4. girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;5. sand volleyball&lt;br /&gt;6. how much i miss all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3221092620783280218?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3221092620783280218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3221092620783280218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3221092620783280218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3221092620783280218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-to-write-about.html' title='Things to write about...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-3640886268197900787</id><published>2009-07-05T05:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:58:20.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better...</title><content type='html'>So tonight I made chocolate chip cookies from scratch.  They arent bad but would be SO much better with real chocolate chips.  At least this time they are gooey and not hard as rocks! Flour lesson learned!  I also made Chicken Divan and it was awesome!!  The cheese is a little different, but overall it tastes the same...so I guess I will be ok here.&lt;br /&gt;I went to to Tupperware party on Saturday afternoon, after I talked to mom, Cheryl Carol Hope and Steve on Skype.  It was pretty good.  Always awkward meeting people for the first time.  After the party I stuck around a little longer and had some good conversation with Sarah, Felicity and Wendy.  I think that was more fun than the party.  I ended up getting home later than I intended, but I also put myself out there.  Monday night there is a group of girls (from same general group) to that going to see a movie.  Felicity is a God-send, as well as Hans and Danielle.  I wish Danielle was here to play with us.  I am hoping that there is a woman's bible study/small group that I can get involved in.  So far so good...met two girls...and they are both awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I have been having this issue with DirecTV.  We left DirecTV connected so Cheryl and Carol could use it.  They pay the monthly but its in our name.  Well they decided they didnt want it anymore so we needed to cancel it.  They wanted to charge me $280 cancellation fee.  It was RIDICULOUS.  I wouldnt recommend them to anyone.  It took me like 3 phone calls, and 5 emails (apparently they took me seriously when I asked for the address to report them to BBB).  They cancelled my service on Friday night (even though I had not asked them to) and I got an email this morning saying that they wouldnt charge the early cancellation fee.  I explained to them that I moved out of the country and they STILL refused to waive it.  It finally got sent to a "specialist" that "apparently" waived it.  We will see with our final bill!  The emails were pretty heated.  I could not fathom a company refusing to waive a cancellation fee, especially since they couldnt provide service.  They just kept telling me that we signed a contract.  In one email they said "we must assume that they (being me) have considered all other options and circumstances that might transpire while they are still under commitment."  Thats right, because when I signed up I looked into my magic crystal ball and said "oh yes, we will be here in 2 years..." RETARDED!!  Anyway, in the end I "apparently" got the fee waived...so YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Nat has been pretty hermit-ish the last couple weekends.  We tend to stay home and veg out.  Not all that bad, but there is so much to see and do.  He does work all week so it is sorta his only time to unwind, so I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to introduce you to FLUKE.  He was rescued from a pound on Friday.  He was to be euthanized so we saved his life.  He is absolutely adorable and very gentle and calm.  He has made himself right at home.  I am not sure what kind of dog he is, but definately some kelpie (AU Sheep dog).  We are supposed to have him up to 6 weeks or until someone adopts him but I am very allergic to him.  I have to call the lady tomorrow and tell her she will have to take him back.  I have been drugged up on anti-histamines and asthma meds (and using inhaler 4+ times a day, which is unusual) plus my nose is a mess.  He has a lot of dander and I cant bear it!  I hate to give him back, but I cant breathe and I kind of need that.  Hopefully she can find someone else that can take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SlB02ir_clI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Cs-84LBLnds/s1600-h/Fluke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SlB02ir_clI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Cs-84LBLnds/s400/Fluke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908437316596306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think that is it for now!  The girls will be leaving USA in 6 weeks!  HOPEFULLY we will get out crate in 2 weeks and I start school in  2 weeks (OH DEAR!!)&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!  Keep on writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.ALIce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3640886268197900787?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3640886268197900787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3640886268197900787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3640886268197900787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3640886268197900787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SlB02ir_clI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Cs-84LBLnds/s72-c/Fluke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-3631598720482061797</id><published>2009-07-01T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:25:08.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a distinct difference between family and friends, but the line gets blurred when your friends are like family....missin you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3631598720482061797?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3631598720482061797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3631598720482061797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3631598720482061797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3631598720482061797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-distinct-difference-between.html' title=''/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-9149330870313793064</id><published>2009-06-30T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:03:49.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>hi all...just wanted to say hi.  missing you all very much.  loving the updates on the blogs...even had a stunning entry from Cheryl!!  I see some amazing things happening in your lives and love hearing about it...so KEEP IT UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-9149330870313793064?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/9149330870313793064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=9149330870313793064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9149330870313793064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9149330870313793064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-5484553955577530930</id><published>2009-06-27T07:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:21:48.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Nat and I were watching some tribute show about michael Jackson  it was a reminder of how much he actually did in life. It's sad that when I think of him that none of that comes to mind. What does that say about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrissi alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5484553955577530930?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5484553955577530930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5484553955577530930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5484553955577530930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5484553955577530930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-4236108674022860162</id><published>2009-06-16T01:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:12:50.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventerous....</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I decided that I was going to finally get on a bus and figure out a route.  I have been procrastinating pretty much since I got here.  Yesterday I procrastinated a little more and ended up not going anywhere.  I did however get a lot accomplished yesterday with finishing up some work and applying for some positions.&lt;br /&gt;So today I went on my adventure.  My main encouragement was Starbucks but also Chocolate Boulevard (a specialty store with real American treats).  I walked to the nearest bus stop (about 20 minute walk) and got onto a bus.  Brisbane has like 500 brand new buses, but I got on one of the only dinosaurs left on the road.  It wasn't that bad until one guy got on the bus and sat in front of me...I have noticed a trend here in Australia of people not investing in deodorant...or soap...or personal hygiene or perfume/cologne or something!  Luckily we were close to the end of the route.  The bus stop was in the mall, which was very convenient and not as confusing as I thought it would be.  i was also lucky that I didn't have to transfer to another bus; it was pretty much a straight shot to the mall.  &lt;br /&gt;This particular mall is downtown and the only place (or VERY few) that has a Starbucks.  I was craving my usual grande caramel white chocolate mocha and to my DISMAY it wasn't listed on the menu (nor were half of the drinks you would normally see).  So I opted for the backup of Caramel Macchiato.  I figure its the same concept and just add white chocolate.  Nope...I like sugar and not much on the taste of coffee...this drink was coffee.  Still had that Starbucks "flavor" but did nothing to quench my craving.  I sugared it up nonetheless and drank it up.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Boulevard was pretty cool.  It is basically this very small candy boutique with candies from all over the world.  It had wall of jelly belly's (which i refused to pay $50/kg) and authentic American candy...Hershey bars, Hershey syrup, milk duds, willy wonka and sodas like cherry Pepsi, mountain dew and Dr pepper.  I ended up walking out without buying anything because I figure that is what good friends are for---care packages!!  Its weird going to movies WITHOUT Milk Duds, that is like staple movie food, and the cinema popcorn is lacking in flavor, butter and salt.  I would happy with a rental, milk duds and some buttery microwave popcorn.  I haven't found anything like Hershey syrup....does anything quite compare?&lt;br /&gt;The store made me miss "home" and struggle with being away from it.  I thought Illinois was miserable without blue ice cream, now I have Australia without GOOD ice cream.  I swear everything tastes funny.  You would think that I would be swearing it all off, but no, i force it down.  I guess I am really proving to myself the measures I will go to in order to stay fat!  Even Coke has a diet-like aftertaste.  Will I ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;I did however find some pretty tasty "pickles"--or rather dill cucumbers...terminology!  I also found some whip cream that is pretty similar to Redi-whip.  I am still trying my hand at creative recipes.  I am starting to run out of ideas.  &lt;br /&gt;We have paper thin walls.  Next door we have toddler, baby and non-stop barking dog.  Its one of those things you don't notice until someone points it out and then it aggravates the crap out of you.  I am tempted to look for new house or strangle the dog.  I hope that it doesn't teach Etta and Sadie bad habits when they get here.  I really miss my girls...93 more days till they are home with us.  60 days till they leave US.  Etta is getting fat...she needs to lose weight...like mother like daughter.  i think its just anxiety because she misses me so much!!  I think I'll use that excuse too!&lt;br /&gt;School starts in 34 days ( I got this thing for countdowns).  I am excited.  I think everything is in order to start smoothly and on time.  I am still waiting for financial aid to go through, and crossing my fingers...without it I am not sure what we will do.&lt;br /&gt;Well I cant think of anything else to write about.  My brain just went numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Chrissi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-4236108674022860162?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4236108674022860162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=4236108674022860162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4236108674022860162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4236108674022860162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventerous.html' title='Adventerous....'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-5629341817354898152</id><published>2009-06-03T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:08:56.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies everywhere...</title><content type='html'>seriously 6 girls i know are pregnant....plus like 3 that have had kids in the last month...is that some kind of record? I hate hormones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5629341817354898152?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5629341817354898152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5629341817354898152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5629341817354898152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5629341817354898152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/06/babies-everywhere.html' title='Babies everywhere...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-5428338064091702066</id><published>2009-05-31T05:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:11:09.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as the world turns...</title><content type='html'>It feels like I have been in Australia for years.  I am still finding my bearings as far as whats near or far and what I like and dont like.  Its hard to believe its barely been a month.  just at three weeks or so.  In the time I have been here, we have found a house, bought a car, met some new friends and are finally getting in to some kind of routine.  I am sure there will be much more adjusting to come, but for now, we are settled more than I would have expected.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I made it a point to apply for jobs--from graphic design to grocery clerk.  Nothing yet, but I am learning that aussies take their sweet ol' time doing anything.  There is definately no rush.  I think getting a job will be good for me to get out of the house.  I have become quite domesticated.  Each morning we wake up around 7am.  I cook Nat breakfast, fix his lunch and send him off to work.  You would think I would go back to bed, but I dont.  The remainder of the day consists of cleaning, dishes, laundry and the dreaded ironing.  I barely watch tv -- unless the 24 hour music channel counts (its what MTV is SUPPOSED to be!!)  Somehow I fill my day with stuff to do.  I retouch pictures, make lots of lists...i would do a devotion or two, but I think my bible is on a boat!&lt;br /&gt;speaking of our stuff.  We are hoping to get it within the next 3-4 weeks.  It will be SO SO SO SO awesome to sleep in my bed.  I slept on the couch last week because I wanted to NOT wake up with a neck cramp and a back ache!  I LOVE MY BED!!  I am hoping that it did not get destroyed!  If it does, I guess Nats check next month will be going towards a bed!  Its a little adjustment getting paid once a month.  We had so many expenses right up front that we are living the next couple weeks without doing much of anything.  We eat in every night...which is cheaper, and experimental.  I made some buttered spaghetti last week that Nat LOVED.  I am a pretty good (and sometimes creative) cook.  I am pretty basic though.  Spaghetti, chicken, potato soup (food of the poor!) and more spaghetti!  I am looking for some recipes.  I forgot to bring all my recipe books back with Cheryl.  One day I am sure I will get them back.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went up to QUT to make sure everything was in order to start school.  I had waited on giving back my offer letter because I wanted to have our new address and phone numbers.  Apparently in order to officially be accepted indefinately and move on to the next steps of enrollments (ie classes, id, etc) I need to pay my first semester up front.  Cause I have $10,000 just laying around.  I talked to financial aid and they said not to worry about it, but I talk to other people and they say I must have all first semester cash in hand.  I have applied to financial aid, but I guess it wont go through until i get enrolled...vicious backwards cycle!  I am hoping I find someone to talk to that knows what they are talking about -- and SOON before I miss out on technicalities.  I have been doubting my purpose in going into nursing, but I was encouraged from my last blog.  I guess I just feel hormonal.  I started taking birth control for the first time in my life.  I have put it off and tried to weasel my way out it -- but I guess for now its the best thing.  I feel a little left out in the baby department.  I have been in this mood lately that I just want to get it over with (great attitude right?).  Not really in a negative sense, but more of a yearning...I am not sure Nat will ever be ready.  He chocks it up as "what will be will be" and really shows no interest in it.  I think when I feel pains of loneliness, the yearning gets louder.  I am alone alot, but I wouldn't say I am lonely though-- so I am blaming the birth control.  Funny, birth control making you want to have kids!  I must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We have met some great people.  We met Hans and Danielle through an online forum and had dinner with them.  It was so much fun.  We had so much in common and I am sure we will hang out again.  There schedule for the next 3 months is filled with trips and arrangements but hopefully when they get back we can reconnect.  I also had lunch with Natalie (friend of Robbie Ballmeyer).  She is super sweet and I think she can really broaden our horizons as far as things to do.  There is alot to do here, but it takes money one way or another--if just in gas money.  Nat and I did drive down to Gold Coast on Saturday.  It was a beautiful drive.  They were having a blues concert near the beach.  The ocean of course was beautiful but REALLY cold and windy.  I am sure its not usually like that, but we were on the beach for about 5 minutes.  Gold Coast I guess is sorta like Miami (although I wouldnt know)-- there are lots of really nice houses inside bays with their boats parked at their front doors (which was all water).  I thought of how Ken and Vanessa would LOVE it there.  The water was blue and sparkling.  i am sure we will spend more time there when it warms up a bit.  There is still so much more to discover inside Brisbane.  The city life is very active.  i am anxious to go to southport and ride the ferris wheel.  I am hoping that we dont get into so much a routine with not spending money that we dont find all the adventures that dont take any money. We will get there I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you of all our adventures when we start really having some.  I am not sure that writing about moving the desk and going grocery shopping is very entertaining.  I am very happy to have internet though. I had so much catching up to do with the business.  its like 9pm on sunday and I am pretty tired already.  I have some errands to run this week..going to get Hep B shot, filling out some applications and paperwork with QUT.  I need to talk to someone that can tell me what to do next.  i will be taking a First Aid Certification class in mid-June.  granted I have the money to pay for it!  The next couple months will be better, just the first month hit us hard with having to put down deposit and first months rent and buy appliances and basic essentials (like food and laundry detergent).  &lt;br /&gt;Nat and I have been going on walks around the subdivision.  We went one day in the rain and we were SOAKED when we got home, but it was awesome...and we went one day in the dark (cause it gets dark when Nat gets home).  I have ventured out once.  I was trying to figure out how long it would take me to walk to bus stop...20 minutes.  Not too bad...all subdivision.  Nat claims there is a much quicker route, but it involves paths rather than roads and I like to stick to roads until I walk it with him 3 or 4 times.  I dont have gps for walking!&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i am off here for now.  Ill post most of this on the other blog...Nat really should blog more...he is quite the slacker.&lt;br /&gt;love you all.  hope all is well with you.&lt;br /&gt;Chrissi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5428338064091702066?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5428338064091702066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5428338064091702066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5428338064091702066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5428338064091702066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-world-turns.html' title='as the world turns...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-9173078561758353877</id><published>2009-05-28T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:07:42.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>doubt</title><content type='html'>i think i know why people that find jobs keep them until they die.  i think i would still be working at encore if 1. it wasnt closed (although I am sure I would have just moved to North Carolina) 2. didnt move to CA, meet Nat, get married, move to AU.  You know what I mean.  When i look to find a job I become so self-conscious.  I dont find myself as talented as others..or as qualified.  I wonder if nursing is right for me.  I consider just not going to school and get some random job at movie theatre or something just to add to income.  Its not a career though.  &lt;br /&gt;I have been working in graphic design for 3 years, well on and off.  I dont mind it, but there are SO many other talented people out there.  I dont feel like I know the programs well enough, that I dont know all the rules involved.  I guess I am good at it.  They didnt seem to mind me at PJS.  I consider nursing and then I clam out at the thought of certain aspects.  Do i really think that bodily fluids are SO bad?  I worked with restroom crew at PKI, can it get worse than that?&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping myself busy though.  I clean house everyday.  I have become QUITE domesticated.  I wake up and cook Nat breakfast, make his lunch then clean, iron and laundry during the day, then when he gets home I make him dinner and pacify him for the rest of the night.  I know he enjoys it.  I dont mind it, but I feel this particular pressure to provide more "financially" -- I would like to have some kind of confidence in something that would make me feel worthy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess with nursing I am thinking that I dont really have to "prove" myself.  There is such a demand for nurses that it wont be a rat race to find employment.  Seems like all the wrong reasons to do it -- but at this point in my life, I want to have some sort of stability in finding work.  Its obvious that I need something that is easily obtained.  With all the moving, I am sure it has effected my resume.  I have not really kept a job for a long period of time, but you cant blame me.  I am trying to settle, but life keeps moving.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could really use my time wisely.  I mean it I am going to sit here all day, I might as well learn something.  I have a list of things I need to do.  I still need to commit some time to Temple Wedding pictures.  Is it ok to mediocre at so much but not be spectacular at anything.  maybe that is my problem.  &lt;br /&gt;I am talking in circles.  I need to get off here and get something accomplished.  Ill write later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-9173078561758353877?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/9173078561758353877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=9173078561758353877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9173078561758353877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9173078561758353877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/doubt.html' title='doubt'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-4155920454230049231</id><published>2009-05-18T23:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:18:39.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>keep your pants on....seriously</title><content type='html'>http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/-/world/5577152/alfie-baby-father-revelaed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-4155920454230049231?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4155920454230049231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=4155920454230049231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4155920454230049231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4155920454230049231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-your-pants-onseriously.html' title='keep your pants on....seriously'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7164848916130366128</id><published>2009-05-16T09:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:52:25.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple Fun Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Sg7B7ie6F0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/vshT2XfsqXY/s1600-h/DSCN0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Sg7B7ie6F0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/vshT2XfsqXY/s400/DSCN0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336415837093500738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!  spider camped out outside our new house.  raid anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Sg7B7qJ0suI/AAAAAAAAAns/3OLLUmTewCc/s1600-h/DSCN0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Sg7B7qJ0suI/AAAAAAAAAns/3OLLUmTewCc/s400/DSCN0414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336415839152550626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look familiar?  doesnt it remind you of Walmart?  imagine walmart in a mall...and a kroger and IGA with all the other mini boutiques and food courts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Sg7B7WeoUbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/gTW1-oBozF8/s1600-h/DSCN0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Sg7B7WeoUbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/gTW1-oBozF8/s400/DSCN0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336415833871110578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hill I hike to the mall.  Its about a 2km walk (1.3 miles??) this is first hill, ther other ones are minimal in comparison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fun.&lt;br /&gt;I went walking the other day up my monsterous hill to get to the mall.  I have finally got it down to about 20 minutes.  First day I think it took me nearly 45.  Oh I exaggerate, but the hike is getting easier.  &lt;br /&gt;I decided to stop for lunch.  The more I eat here, the more I dont want to.  You think you are getting one thing, but you end up with something totally different. case and point.  I ordered a BLT.  Granted I am not a hug fan of pork, but I can handle a BLT every once in a while.  Plus for some reason it sounded good.  Apparently they butter the bread when making any sandwich, even if it comes with mayo.  i imagine crisp warm bacon, on top of cool leaf lettuce and tomato with hint of mayo.  I basically get a fatty slab of thin sliced ham, warm and soggy on buttered bread with LOADS of mayo.  i think they need it to keep the shredded lettuce on the sandwich.  I must say though, my favorite place to eat so far is SUBWAY.  How can you really go wrong with normal meat on normal bread?&lt;br /&gt;I know eventually I will have to drive here.  But I am allowed to wait till we get a reasonably sized car.  Ute over here is a car/truck.  it feels like a semi--or f350 on AU roads.  Nat insisted I drive.  It was in the comfort of the subdivision..he was sweating bullets the whole way...hahaha!  Insist me to drive now PUNK!&lt;br /&gt;things i want&lt;br /&gt;milk duds with popcorn at movies...i substituted rolos...close enough i guess&lt;br /&gt;coke that doesnt taste like diet even when it is "fully loaded"&lt;br /&gt;wings..smothered in wing sauce...when you say wings...smother them!&lt;br /&gt;chips...natural cheetos...figures NOW i would have a craving&lt;br /&gt;fat burgers...ya know the ones that hang over the bun!!  sandwich, cheeseburger..size of burger..cheesy!&lt;br /&gt;my dogs...seriously 4 more months!!  Nat is starting to PET ME!! (I cant say I mind in some cases lol...hahah..couldnt resist)&lt;br /&gt;home cooked meal--i am SO sick of eating out.&lt;br /&gt;friends--cause 8+ hours a day alone sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you -- love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7164848916130366128?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7164848916130366128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7164848916130366128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7164848916130366128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7164848916130366128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/couple-fun-tidbits.html' title='Couple Fun Tidbits'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/Sg7B7ie6F0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/vshT2XfsqXY/s72-c/DSCN0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-9157264923456484985</id><published>2009-05-16T05:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:21:13.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of house</title><content type='html'>Update and pics at http://natandchrissi.blogspot.com and also on facebook.  They took way too long to post, so go there if you care. (and comment!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-9157264923456484985?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/9157264923456484985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=9157264923456484985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9157264923456484985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/9157264923456484985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/pics-of-house.html' title='Pics of house'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-3012425817994407141</id><published>2009-05-14T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:13:54.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Hello all!  I guess I have a lot of catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;last weekend we shopped around for cars and got rough idea on furniture. Ill try to recount this week, although the days are running into each other.  We went to IKEA and got some essentials that we have but on a boat somewhere on the Pacific.  SO we go some dishes, pots and pans, measuring cups, oven mitts...it really is amazing what you need in JUST the kitchen.  Imagine the list..cleaning supplies, bathroom, bedroom, closet, kitchen, etc etc!  Some stuff we have coming, but I think we learned from this experience what is necessary asap.  Regardless we got some essentials cheap to hold us over till Mid-July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet up with owners for dinner.  But they had to cancel, which was a total bummer but I totally understood.  So all in all, we received from them 5 pc sectional couch, 7-seater dining room table, 2 bar stools, some yard equipment and desk.  What started out as table and chairs, ended up being alot of what we needed furniture wise.  They got the tile, carpet and couch cleaned for us.  I dont think I did anything too interesting this day.  I watched a really cheesy horror flick and looked for jobs online plus called around to all the car dealerships.  nat and i went out sunday to lots to get some options, out of about 10 we saw on sunday in lot, 6 were sold by 2pm on Monday---UGH UGH UGH.  I did finally find one that i like that we put deposit down to see on saturday.  What is really cool is that they will actually bring the car to you! at least we have something secured until we can make it there (EVERYTHING closes at 5-5:30 so it makes it sorta IMPOSSIBLE) In lieu of dinner plans, nat and i got hungry jacks (i am SO sick of eating out!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had dinner plans with people from Hastings Deering.  The girl Nat is replacing is 6 weeks from busting and it was her farewell party.  We went to Cactus Jacks, a "mexican" restaurant.  It was no Margaritas or El Rancho Grande.  I am wondering if those places actually exist!!  It was decent food nonetheless.  I walked up to the mall today just to walk around.  It is quite the hike up a hill. I took pictures that I am going to post.  We got to Cactus Jacks around 7 and didnt leave till nearly 10:30...Aussies can TALK!!  It was great!  There was rarely a dull moment in the conversation and although I didnt work with them, I felt somewhat included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to QUT and have the beginning of my Hep B shots for school and I was also going to get my student id and take care of anything else I needed to do.  I cancelled.  I only had about $50 left and it would easily be over $100 day with the fee for shot as well as taxi.  I opted to wait to figure out bus system when I get to house, since I will be coming and going from there.  Apparently its very confusing. I have lunch plans with Natalie on Monday so hopefully she can help me out.  In lieu of QUT I watched Biggest Loser with my sisters...how awesome right?  We got on skype video call and they set the camera right in front of the tv.  It was nice to "hang out" with them.  Much better that visiting QUT!!&lt;br /&gt;For dinner Nat and I ordered pizza hut.  I was sorely disappointed.  Nothing here tastes the same.  I am about to crawl into a hole of not eating cause its not worth it.  That is the main reason why I am SO excited to have kitchen so I can start cooking what I know I will like (and it wont cost me a fortune!)  There are definately things I miss.  Wings...with good sauce.  Ranch dressing that doesnt taste like honey mustard horseradish.  hamburgers with MEAT.  familiar cheese.  crack dip. even the coke tastes funny.  Maybe it is all mental, but it matters to my brain.  I got strawberry sundae from McD---smelt like old mans stinky underarm.  (funny side story, as i sat down to eat my sundae, a little girl was playing hide and seek with kids in next room over (playroom) and then they started sticking their tongues out at her.  No kidding, that girl leaned back and haulked a loogie on the window...like 3 times.  After that i vowed not to eat stinky strawberry sundaes in the presence of spitting children.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out on my own and went shopping.  I had to run errands and go to bank, look for mattress and appliances.  I have been extremely frugal.  I compare all the prices from one store to the next and try to haggle.  Last night (stores open late on Thursdays so Nat could go shopping with me) we finally got all the necessity appliances.  I think we got a really good deal compared to the competition, plus the sales guy was super nice and lenient!  Check that off the list.  We are desperate for a mattress.  They are so hard to shop for. It has been way overdue finding a mattress.  We would otherwise be sleeping on the couch/floor. I got an email from owners of house...consider for a moment how unbelievablely cool this is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hi Chrissy and Nat,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We finally got everything packed up and have arrived safely in Hervey Bay, but I just wanted to let you know that you wont have to worry too much about buying kitchen stuff as we have left you a few things to get you started.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Crockery &amp; cutlery&lt;br /&gt;    * glassware&lt;br /&gt;    * Pots and 1 pan&lt;br /&gt;    * Plastic containers&lt;br /&gt;    * A roasting dish and roasting trays&lt;br /&gt;    * Iron and Ironing board&lt;br /&gt;    * mop &amp; bucket&lt;br /&gt;    * Various washing buckets&lt;br /&gt;    * cooking utensils&lt;br /&gt;    * Foils and glad wraps&lt;br /&gt;    * toilet brushes &amp; toilet bins&lt;br /&gt;    * TOilet paper basket&lt;br /&gt;    * hand held vaccum and extension cord&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 x heavy duty extension cords in the garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep everything at least matched. If you dont need many of the items, you can just toss them in the trash. Anything we have left behind is for your use and not part of your lease contract.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have also left you a bottle of Northern Territory Brew. (as we are not drinking anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what this one tastes like, it was an unwanted gift.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ANything else you need, just let us know.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks again,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!!!  So now we get to go back to IKEA and return most everything we bought.  Honestly I will need to see most of it to know what exactly it is. How cool though!  So much of the stuff we need and some stuff we didn't even think about.  highlight of my day!  Last night I put my resume into a couple places.  Photography jobs are more prevalent here so hopefully that will work out to give me something to do until i start school in July. Overall Thursday was very successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (so far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Nat and I get to go sign for our new house!  I am SO excited to get out of this hotel room.  It hasnt been bad, but I just know what the house looks like and I want to be there! WE sign for house, go get AU licenses, pick up credit cards from bank, finish mattress shopping and possibly go car shopping.  Finding a car is priority this weekend since Monday will be the final day Nat will have car provided by company.  We have car secured to look and appointment tomorrow morning that I think will work.  It really is a daunting task to find a decent car for a reasonable price.  They dont have quite the selection or competition as in the states.  1999 cars are going for over $10,000.  I think we may go see Angels and Demons tonight, but that highly depends on if we find a car, because if we do, we will be taking me driving on side roads before I bring that bad boy home!  So I am off to get dressed and go check out some furniture stores to compare mattress prices more diligently.  I need to write them all down and try to remember if I thought they were comfy.  Nat will be coming home early at noon so that we can run all these errands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have more car shopping and hopefully mattress finding.  Our appliances will be delivered and hopefully we will have mattress by Monday so we can move out of this hotel into HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really trying to be good.  Life has been sorta hectic but I dont think its going to get any better.&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3012425817994407141?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3012425817994407141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3012425817994407141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3012425817994407141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3012425817994407141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7424244325824739998</id><published>2009-05-13T20:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:36:53.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLOG SOON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. date with sisters.&lt;br /&gt;2. food.&lt;br /&gt;3. adventures.&lt;br /&gt;4. awesome owners.&lt;br /&gt;5. QUT.&lt;br /&gt;6. Control Issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7424244325824739998?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7424244325824739998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7424244325824739998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7424244325824739998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7424244325824739998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-1013617291137327787</id><published>2009-05-11T07:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:14:10.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful and boorrringgg</title><content type='html'>so the house hunt is over and i can't car shop on my own.  Nat goes to work at like 7.30am and gets home about 5.30pm.  i am usually up before him in the morning and cant get back to sleep...yeah I know...totally out of character,but I imagine its like getting up at noon in the states =).  Today I called around to car dealerships to see if the cars we looked at yesterday in the lots were still available.  out of say 10 cars we considered, 6 were already sold.  The car turnover is mind-blowing.  Fortunately they have a deposit deal where you put down deposit of like $50 to hold the car so they wont sell it before you actually get a chance to see it. One cool aspect though is that they will actually bring the car you are interested in to your doorstep.  Bad part about car shopping is that the dealerships close PRECISELY at 5pm.  They do not mess around with closing time.  Actually almost everything closes at 5pm...the mall, some grocery stores, department stores.  There are few things to do after 6pm (and its dark by then too).&lt;br /&gt;nat and i ran quickly to the grocery store at 6.55pm, it closed at 7pm.  When we left, they practically had all the lights turned out and were prepared to lock the doors.  Closing time is no funny business here.  So nightlife is far and few between.  I am not sure exactly what an aussie does when they get home from work and cant go shopping.  &lt;br /&gt;Its interesting to live in an environment that for the most part is very non-materialistic.  There is just not a focus on it at all.  They are also VERY enviromentally conscious.  They just lifted the ban of using water to wash car or water yard, or anything else "wasteful" -- they have recycle pick up like US but I am sure here that they recycle bin is bigger than normal trash lol...&lt;br /&gt;So Nat and I were really looking forward to dinner tonight, but unfortunately they cancelled on us.  I can understand though, they are leaving on Wednesday and still have a lot to do, but I guess there were alot of setbacks today.  Tomorrow we are going for mexican...i am sure it will not be anything like in US.  I highly doubt they have crack dip, or even mexicans for that matter...would be QUITE the hike for them.&lt;br /&gt;I have made lunch plans with Natalie, a friend of Robbie Ballmeyer.  We finally communicated today and made plans.  I am SO excited to meet her.  She seems like she will be SO much fun to hang out with.  What Aussie wouldnt be fun?!?!? They are so incredibly laid back and friendly.  I am going to have to learn to be nice!!!  I think she will be a great asset when it comes to decorating the new house.  IKEA here we come!&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought that selling everything was so liberating, but didnt realize all the esssentials we had to have.  Our stuff wont get here till early July and it has everything for our kitchen..plates, cups, silverware, utencils.  we have NOTHING.  we went to IKEA and got some essentials.  I am thinking on the way home we will have twice as much as we came with...i guess you can never get rid of all the STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;It really is beautiful here.  Every sunset is amazing and the sky seems like its so close.  The moom seems bigger, the stars brighter...oh funny, imagine a sky WITHOUT orion!  I really am on the other side of the world!  &lt;br /&gt;so its time for all you slackers to start blogging again...a thank you to the lovely abbi for starting up again.  Love you much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-1013617291137327787?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1013617291137327787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=1013617291137327787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1013617291137327787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1013617291137327787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-and-boorrringgg.html' title='beautiful and boorrringgg'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-4942969588638920014</id><published>2009-05-09T06:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T06:07:52.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a day.</title><content type='html'>Today Nat and I decided to get up early and go car shopping.  Nat currently has a loaner car from Hastings Deering but we really need to invest in our own car.  We are having some issues at the moment.  1. There are not really any cars under $13-15,000. 2. We dont have that kind of money on hand. 3. They arent super keen on giving loans out to people like us.  So we are sorta in a perdicament.  I am sure we can figure something out, but it is becoming quite the hassle.  I was hoping not to spend that kind of money on a car we will have for only 2 years, but its sort of a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple hours daydreaming about what we couldnt afford we had an appointment to meet with the owners of the house again today.  They are moving to Cairns and are packing up.  It is unusual to have contact with the owners.  Most transactions would go through the agent/property manager.  We had a great chat with them the first time we met them and this time was no different.  Again we were there for over 2 hours.  They are attempting to get rid of some of their furniture, ie dining table, end tables, couch...and we were obliged to take it off their hands! =)  We ended up with table with 6 chairs, 2 bar stools, 5 lazyboys (sorta like detachable sectional), tv stand, and one large and one small trendy coffee tables.  We are negotiating for the fridge so we wont have to buy one of those (they dont come standard in AU).  Overall it was a good deal.  We went furniture shopping after we left and were relieved to have taken care of some big purchases without even having much of a hassle.  I think they were relieved to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;While chatting, we were discussing different locations that we should go and visit.  Lisa (the wife) started making us a list.  We arranged to have dinner on Monday night, where she promises a more defined list of local and New Zealand must-go-to spots.  They really are a great couple and I hope we find more couple like them that arent moving far far away.  They are very close to our age and are very trendy.  He has worked as a graphic designer and currently makes these amazing cravings out of wood.  Their house and all its decor (including furniture) fit right into my tastes and I can totally see how I will decorate.  We sign our lease next Friday and then we can move in right away.  We are trying to figure out our options of sleeping arrangements until our boat brings over our belongings.&lt;br /&gt;So dinner plans on Monday with Lisa and Dean.  Dinner plans on Tuesday with people from Nat's work.  Campus visit to QUT on Wednesday.  Thursday, no plans but I am sure shopping is involved.  Friday sign for new house. Last night we had dinner at John's house (Nat's boss). We will still have hotel until following wednesday, so that will give us time to make arrangements for whatever we might need.  We have more of a social life here than in the states!&lt;br /&gt;I have a connection here through a friend that spent some time here in Brisbane a couple years ago.  I am hoping to get together with her and be great friends!  She has offered to be my tour guide.  I am hoping also that she will be a great asset in finding a church home.  She graduated from Cincinnati Bible Seminary and I am pretty sure her dad is in ministry here in Brisbane at a Baptist church, but I am SURE that it is structured WAY different than what I grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I may be leaving out some details, but I cant remember what I have emailed to my sisters and what I have wrote here.  All well, I cant give ALL the details.  I am outta here now, Nat and I are on our way to dinner and movie (Star Trek---what am I thinking?!?!?!).  &lt;br /&gt;Love you all....&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thought&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to set up my voicemail on my phone and redid it like 10 times because i didnt want to sound like an aussie...=)  its suttle, but its coming on!  It doesnt help to hear the instructions with aussie accent then try to talk without sounding like one...at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;"good day.  sorry i missed you ringing.  i'll try bout ringing you when i have a chance. no worries."  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I am not sure how much I will be writing here, and mainly it will be regurgitated from other blog (http://natandchrissi.blogspot.com) so bookmark the other one if you want to have all the details.  &lt;br /&gt;Some things to consider.&lt;br /&gt;1. If this is winter, I am hestitant of summer weather and DEFINATELY need to invest in shorts and skirts and throw away all my sweatshirts/security blankets.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nat is miserable without me...coke and beer is all he has -- sounds like a bad Springer Episode.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you want to stop drinking coke, move to AU.  $3 for 20oz.  Also, stop eating...$9 for sandwiches is sorta ridiculous.  Also, dont smoke, you;ll go broke at nearly $10/pack.  I imagine there arent many Aussies that eat out often, and if they do, they are millionaires.&lt;br /&gt;4. There is a bird outside our villa that sounds like a chainsaw cutting up a small child.&lt;br /&gt;5. No Koala sightings yet...crickey!&lt;br /&gt;6. It is a new feeling when you get stared at while you talk...I wonder if aussies think US accents are as cool as we think aussie accents are.  if they do, i wont conform and stay strong with US accent, just to be loved!&lt;br /&gt;7. I have grocery shopping plans with Nat's boss's wife, Cheryl.  At least I won't have to WALK!!&lt;br /&gt;8. TV...hmm, honestly I dont think I will be watching much.  They dont have grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, Biggest Loser, NCIS...or anything else I watch.  &lt;br /&gt;9. MUSIC...no hiphop, top 40...from what I have heard, its all sorta electronic emo....all well, at least I have Etta James on my IPOD.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am off house hunting...wish us luck and PRAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;Chrissi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-259189067578448807?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/259189067578448807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=259189067578448807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/259189067578448807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/259189067578448807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-529882604530487930</id><published>2009-04-27T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:25:15.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeeee....Uoooo....ti...Fuuulllllllllllllll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfX4hWCs1RI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CxGSR960I_Y/s1600-h/CarolJudahSmallbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfX4hWCs1RI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CxGSR960I_Y/s400/CarolJudahSmallbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329438985799128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfX4hKjDtMI/AAAAAAAAAlc/tb_fGM1A5po/s1600-h/Carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfX4hKjDtMI/AAAAAAAAAlc/tb_fGM1A5po/s400/Carol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329438982713619650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-529882604530487930?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/529882604530487930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=529882604530487930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/529882604530487930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/529882604530487930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/beeeeeuooootifuuulllllllllllllll.html' title='Beeeee....Uoooo....ti...Fuuulllllllllllllll'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfX4hWCs1RI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CxGSR960I_Y/s72-c/CarolJudahSmallbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-587758104299840724</id><published>2009-04-25T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:49:15.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhcGqRE8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/oD2xKgp1u4o/s1600-h/Etta5X7BWsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhcGqRE8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/oD2xKgp1u4o/s400/Etta5X7BWsmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780288305730498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhb1JWtdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZT4uj1jtfMs/s1600-h/Sadie5X7BWsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhb1JWtdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZT4uj1jtfMs/s400/Sadie5X7BWsmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780283604284882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhb7YOc9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/otyS5PLCj8k/s1600-h/Shyla5X7BWsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhb7YOc9I/AAAAAAAAAlE/otyS5PLCj8k/s400/Shyla5X7BWsmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780285277270994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhbk1m5oI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TEH2sWhL63Y/s1600-h/EttaSadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhbk1m5oI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TEH2sWhL63Y/s400/EttaSadie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780279226492546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhbsMOiwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KwksYUU5YYE/s1600-h/Girls5X7small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhbsMOiwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KwksYUU5YYE/s400/Girls5X7small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780281200413442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-587758104299840724?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/587758104299840724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=587758104299840724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/587758104299840724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/587758104299840724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SfOhcGqRE8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/oD2xKgp1u4o/s72-c/Etta5X7BWsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-5387445021245844270</id><published>2009-04-22T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:10:14.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Adventure</title><content type='html'>Nat has done some great documenting of his first couple days in Brisbane.  Go to http://natandchrissi.blogspot.com and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write a long blog about what is going on in my life, but 75% of it I cant share right this second...but you will know soon enough.  I am sure most of you know already, but until there are more details, I am not at liberty to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you didnt know, I got accepted into Queensland University of Technology to study nursing.  It is a 2-yr bachelors program and classes start on July 20th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5387445021245844270?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5387445021245844270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5387445021245844270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5387445021245844270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5387445021245844270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-adventure.html' title='Our Adventure'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7167229756656018316</id><published>2009-04-20T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:54:50.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14 DAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7167229756656018316?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7167229756656018316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7167229756656018316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7167229756656018316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7167229756656018316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown_20.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-8953055763752249050</id><published>2009-04-15T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:51:22.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogging...</title><content type='html'>so i know that i rarely write on here anymore.  but i will be writing on http://natandchrissi.blogspot.com more about the adventures we have in AU.  so fill free to bookmark or follow there as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am excited about April 24 Girls Nite out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8953055763752249050?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8953055763752249050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8953055763752249050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8953055763752249050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8953055763752249050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-blogging.html' title='new blogging...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-6427611960087947656</id><published>2009-04-12T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:34:50.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown</title><content type='html'>21 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6427611960087947656?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6427611960087947656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6427611960087947656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6427611960087947656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6427611960087947656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown_12.html' title='countdown'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-2784708738238957743</id><published>2009-04-03T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:43:57.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>31 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2784708738238957743?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2784708738238957743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2784708738238957743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2784708738238957743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2784708738238957743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown_03.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-2342334104898371319</id><published>2009-04-02T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:59:35.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the countdown</title><content type='html'>32 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2342334104898371319?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2342334104898371319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2342334104898371319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2342334104898371319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2342334104898371319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown.html' title='the countdown'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7900208682824421197</id><published>2009-03-29T22:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:18:08.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over yet?</title><content type='html'>I have not sat down and wrote a blog in a while and I felt like I was due.  i am not really sure where to begin though.  I have all these lists going through my head of things to do...mail taxes, fill out QUT application, go to bed...then the list for tomorrow...oh dear!  When will it be over?&lt;br /&gt;I chuckle because I have been without a job for nearly 3 months and still I fill up my day with so much stuff.  Granted I am not sure how we would have handled this move if I would have had to work 40 hours a week.  I have been quite the suzy homemaker...its not too shabby, but people SERIOUSLY need to learn to pick up after themselves.&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, in an effort to help Cheryl, I decided to repaint the kitchen.  We were trying to think of ways to make it look larger without a total remodel.  There were these boxes above the cabinets that stuck out, served no purpose and I thought without them would make the kitchen appear taller ang bigger...plus give more space to store stuff.  After tearing them all down, we realized why they were there in the first place.  Apparently the previous owners...pre mom and dad (12 years ago) had a leak in the kitchen.  Instead of fixing the leak, they put a metal pot in the attic to catch the water and built a casing above the cabinets.  So by the time we took off the casing, the damage was done...and thus a GAPPING hole in the kitchen ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SdA1gFYjnHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9WSWhBV_rv4/s1600-h/Kitchen+Hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SdA1gFYjnHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9WSWhBV_rv4/s400/Kitchen+Hole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318809985241816178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had been frantically trying to find someone to come fix the hole.  I finally found someone and he is coming on Tuesday Morning to fix the hole, and some other stuff...this week.  Then I have to paint the kitchen BEFORE the countertop guy comes to install the new countertop.  SO the simple, painless repaint turned into an almost entire kitchen remodel.  Little stressful.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning we had the movers come and take away our stuff.  Granted all we could really fit was the king sized bed and a couple boxes...minimalists now whether we like it or not!!  All last week we also had a plumber come in and redo almost all cheryls plumbing plus some new fixtures and vanity (in exchange for 46" TV).  I thought that was a good deal.  Friday morning (which felt like Saturday ALL DAY) we finally sold our car to an adorable little couple from Morrow.  Friday night we prepared the garage and work room for Moving Sale.  Saturday we had moving sale from 8AM-3PM, but really 2PM (when people FINALLY STOPPED coming..it was a good day!).  Then i went to accountant to pick up taxes...Is today Monday???  My back is killing me.  I am so tired but my super comfy bed is gone and there is nothing that quite compares to it.&lt;br /&gt;Becky let us borrow her car...THANK YOU JESUS, because otherwise I would have driven Nat to Peoria today, and driven back tomorrow so that Cheryl could have her car to get to work.  Did I mention that also on top of all these things, I had a HardDrive (only backup to all my pictures, and i mean ALL) totally crash and die, and there is no way I am spending $1500-$4000 to get data recovered, cause I am not sure I have any emotions left to really care =).  Dont worry, I have some DVD backups, but I have slacked alot lately...ooops.&lt;br /&gt;So the outlook for the next three weeks&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen will be finished...new walls, new countertops, new beautifulness&lt;br /&gt;Nat will have his last day at Accenture and on plane to Australia&lt;br /&gt;I will know for sure and maybe all this will finally sink in. &lt;br /&gt;Next six weeks&lt;br /&gt;Nat will be gone&lt;br /&gt;I will shoot wedding&lt;br /&gt;I will be on a plane to Australia...&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there is way more than that happening...need to somehow fit in trip to Peoria and Kentucky and see some friends and finish packing stuff to store and get taxes back...OK, so maybe when I get to Australia it will settle down...HAHAAH  ya know after I find a place to live, a car to drive, the bus system, a job, possibly school...hahahahahah...2009 is KICKING MY ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am leaving on May 4.  April 10 we are having a going away shindig at Hofbrauhaus in Newport...good Friday i know, but there really werent any other dates feasible.  We need to schedule a slumber party...so the countdown to my departure has begun....35 days and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked how seamless everything is falling together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7900208682824421197?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7900208682824421197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7900208682824421197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7900208682824421197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7900208682824421197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-over-yet.html' title='Is it over yet?'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SdA1gFYjnHI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9WSWhBV_rv4/s72-c/Kitchen+Hole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-3957622264387502499</id><published>2009-02-24T22:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:04:45.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy feet</title><content type='html'>Or so you would think.  I never really did imagine that my life would end up like this, although in my head I always dreamed about it.  I have a wonderful husband, that does more than just sit and look pretty and love me...he truly does stretch me to places and to do things that I dreamed about, but could never do on my own.  I guess I did find my soulmate.  I think that is the definition right?&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to stop trying to figure myself out.  I think that I have a solid idea, then I get thrown all these curve balls.  I thought I didnt want to do photography full time, but I have potential for up to 5 weddings this year alone.  But most of those probably will fall through (and to no fault of my brides, my fault for not being here).  I really have to weigh my options at this point to be here or go and when and how. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;I thought 2008 was going to be the whirlwind year.  In January I thought to myself, this year is going to be crazy, and in ways it was.  I went to Egypt, fulfilled a year at PJS, dabbled more into photography and moved to Ohio...one of which definately wasnt planned.  2009 is proving already to beat the shit outta 2008 and its not even March.  I have already been to Phoenix, dabbled and had more opps for photography gigs, still "jobless", starting STNA school, applied for Nursing school is US (and abroad), had pretty amazing (in my book) surgery, and now on the verge of possibly moving again...did i mention its NOT EVEN MARCH!!!  It really is mind-boggling how my life just unravels.  I get this ideal in my head of what life is going to look like, get settled in it a little bit, then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt; it unravels...not even in a bad way though...good thing that although I am not always thrilled with change, I am not afraid of it to the point that I sit idle. (although I am sure without Nat holding my hand, I would be sitting pretty right here forever!!).&lt;br /&gt;SO the news will come.  At some point it will be open knowledge and I will be able to share so much more about what is going on (although some of you I am sure have pieced it together)---but it is still not definate, set in stone, contracted so we need to play it safe and protect what is ours now before we spill the beans and it doesnt work out.  i cant imagine how it would NOT work.  The waiting is torture.  I guess I consider myself a patient person, though some would disagree, I think overall I can hold my own.  I am holding out...and it sucks.  &lt;br /&gt;When we moved to Cincinnati, we talked about the possiblities on August 18, by Sept 15 we were packing up our house and driving out of town.  Everything just fell into place in no time...not alot of waiting or stalls...job ok'd it, found awesome renters, it was amazing.  I wonder if all that brought us to this, even without us knowing it.  We are in a fabulous position to take this oppurtunity.  6 months ago, this would have been impossible.  that is crazy to me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people are like that, they can just get up and go, while others are more stable.  Stable is not bad...those people are awesome...gives us wild seeds a place to settle for a while.  I wish I could give them wings to fly, but maybe they just arent meant to.  It takes practice to be risky, and as many times as you do it, it is still the most UNNERVING thing ever.  I want to settle down one day.  I want to live in the same area for more than a year.  I am getting weary of moving and change, but I have had my fill over the last couple years.  I just want to catch my breath.   I sorta know something about myself though...as much as i think i want to stand and catch my breath, once i took a deep breath and had a chance to look around a bit, i would want to go again.  Maybe I am a little harsh on people...but I think its because I want everyone to be like me; with no cares or responsibilities...but even as i get older, I see more and more of that slipping away.  Life is meaningless without something to work towards or having purpose.  Some peoples purposes are simple to be where they are needed, and others have "itchy feet" and just need to get out and go.  &lt;br /&gt;So take this encouragement.  Dont try to be anything you are not, but at the same time, dont let anyone keep you (including yourself!) from being who you want to be.  You alone are in control of your own happiness and destiny. In the most basic of terms.."fend for yourself"&lt;br /&gt;Thats it&lt;br /&gt;c.ALIce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3957622264387502499?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3957622264387502499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3957622264387502499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3957622264387502499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3957622264387502499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/02/itchy-feet.html' title='itchy feet'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7169365007822755441</id><published>2009-02-07T23:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:33:38.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its Twists</title><content type='html'>So i havent blogged in a while.  I am sure there is much i should share on her, but being i am such a private person, i decide not to.  There has been much change in 2009 and possibility of much more.  I am not thrilled with the waiting game, but i am trying to stay supportive.  I start my STNA course in March.  It is a 3 week course that will get me a certification to hopefully get me a job.  Nursing pre-reqs start in april at cinci state...so i will most likely definately be here till June (if the decision is yes to go).&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to take it easy.  I am sore when i overdo it, but I am anxious to get back to normal life.  &lt;br /&gt;I have been a non-smoker for more than 40 days and the desire to go buy a pack of smokes has been almost unbearable the last couple days.  I thought those were supposed to go away!!  I have not failed though, so i guess we can see if I have actually accomplished one of my lifelong goals.  Only like 1000 more on the list.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study for GRE, but at this point I am procrastinating because I dont know what tomorrow holds..but I should really take advantage of this oppurtunity to be able to study without other distractions.&lt;br /&gt;Body...Soul...Mind...thats what I am working on...&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about getting back into church.  I really should...i have spurts and i need a refresher course in Godliness.  I am thinking the vineyard, but have become to lazy to drive that far...maybe monroe vineyard..maybe ill try that tomorrow.  Its more about community right?&lt;br /&gt;all well...just thought i would give a mini update.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7169365007822755441?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7169365007822755441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7169365007822755441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7169365007822755441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7169365007822755441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-and-its-twists.html' title='Life and its Twists'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-2255310436860998921</id><published>2009-01-29T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:42:19.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its only been a week?!??!?!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have wasted away months of my life sitting and doing nothing...and its only been a week.  I havent left the house in a week!  AN ENTIRE WEEK!! Pathetic!  Tomorrow I have a Dr. Appt so that will get me up and at 'em.  But nothing else too interesting.  I need to dedicate some time to study for GRE and getting my classes set up and ready to go.  I have a long list of things to do and I feel like the time is speeding by and I am getting nothing accomplished, but its only been A WEEK!!!  it is the weirdest thing really.  I just want life to go back to normal a bit.&lt;br /&gt;So I need to figure out when to take a little visit up to Peoria to visit with the in laws.  I am a bad relative I think.  I am thinking sometime in February or late March.  My STNA classes will be 2.5 weeks in March, so maybe before that or shortly after...depending on when the rest of my classes start...I have to figure out who to give my references to...who would like to be my professional reference?  anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2255310436860998921?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2255310436860998921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2255310436860998921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2255310436860998921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2255310436860998921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-only-been-week.html' title='Its only been a week?!??!?!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-5396840748930511052</id><published>2009-01-12T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:51:22.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test of Will...</title><content type='html'>The more I am here at the PPA conference, the more I realize that this is not what I want to do as a career.  It is like dreaming to be a rockstar.  I would be an excellent rockstar, I have all the great qualities, the talent and the equipment, but I would find more delight in singing what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Photographers here are very talented.  They are smart and personable...they take great pics and more importantly, they have great retouching abilities.  I suppose I am one of those people that runs from things.  I fear the failure, but I think more than most, I see the reality of it.  When I met Nat, I worked through my fears and once I decided on it, I gave it my all.  It was something that I wanted, something I knew would make me happy and I wasn't going to settle for anyone else, despite the issues that we have...its worth it.  I don't necessary run from challenges, they just have to be the "right" challenges"  I don't want to compromise myself for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first decided to go to art school I envied all the people that were trained from elementary school to be artists.  People that spent all their spare time and effort perfecting their art.  They were fantastic at it too.  Their images were miraculous and breath-taking.  I font want to take pictures because I am forced to, I want to create images that I want to.  I loved art school, but it had less to do with photography and more to do with opening my eyes to see the world in a new light.  My most favorite project was the self-portrait one...that is what the angel wings on chairs came from...and then the sculpture classes...I enjoyed it so much because it was art...no matter how much you loved it or hated it..it was a true expression of me.  I do not have images floating through my head of toddlers in Tu-Tu's...I desire something WAY deeper than that.  I want my soul to be exposed...in  my own way, and in a way that is complicated and unexplainable.  The thing I loved most about art school was that sense of self-expression...of letting out all that I have bottled in.  I have art projects in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I am talented.  I can see things most people cant. I can translate images...but to me it has gotten to many rules in it.  I have become my own worse critic.  I think one day I will wake up and think that i will love it all over again, but then I am at a point in my life where I cant decide if I ever loved it to begin with or if I adopted that idea to be "that person" others thought I should be, rather than who I truly wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through phases in life.  I am definitely in a self-exploration phase.  rethinking why i do what i do, why i shied away from things i shied away from.  I want my life, my profession to mean something.  I don't want to go through the motions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the CONSIDERATION of nursing school scares the shit out of me.  taking the GRE and all that studying and hard work.  Up to this point in life, I have never really stretched myself.  I majored in Photography...seriously, how hard could a fine art degree be?  It was cake.  It was a safe bet... there was no putting myself out there, no challenge...i chose it because I knew I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am discovering all these aspects of myself that i think I may have inherently knew but suppressed because it wasn't what others wanted.  As much as i like the freedom to do what I want...freedom does not work well for me.  I need structure.  I get NOTHING accomplished if it was up to me to do it.  I learn better in a class.  I have tried to teach myself several different languages and I barely know English.  I do just enough to get by, just enough to say i know something special.  I know just enough of a lot of things to "get by".  I have never accomplished anything that was hard or challenging.  I have been "trying" to lose weight since I was in high school.  I have failed miserably for 15 years...why?  because it is hard...its a challenge and no matter how bad I want it...I keep myself from accomplishing it because I like the safety of not having to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a change...I am oddly motivated to take the GRE.  I am determined to do everything I can to score high and get into nursing school.  I have always been fascinated with the human body, but for some reason i didn't take many biology courses.  I remember doing a project in college based on the human structure and its intricate and amazing design.  It offers stability, it offers structure, it offers significance.  Working with souls, being in an every changing community and being in a position to serve.  I have always reminisced the best times of my life were times and jobs that "served" people.  Although being a servant is a menial job, putting yourself under someone, in a very real way it is the opposite.  Being able to provide for someones needs and wants is like being a CEO of P&amp;G.  It is a profession of a self-sense of respect...knowing that you became something to someone that most people would never do.  Maybe I have a twisted sense...but it makes sense to me.  It is a position of power...like allowing someone to go before you in line, it is not because you think they are better and more deserving, but because YOU regard them as significant and by grace you allow them to shine above you.  Not because they are all worthy, not because they did anything to deserve, but because you DECIDED it to be.  It is the power of God working in someone to serve in that role.  It is not natural or self-glorifying to anyone but to the heart of the servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the better part of this week trying to figure out a schedule to get into nursing school, do all the pre-reqs (and pre-reqs to pre-reqs) and contemplating the profound thought of taking a large test that determines my worth.  I read a book...Nat almost fainted.  it was a good book (the shack) but just the completion of something.  I have not read a book cover to cover in almost 10 years (2000)--and NEVER NEVER NEVER in one sitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a list of truths I think I have discovered in my life.  They may not be etched in stone, but its a start of asking really hard questions and answering them based on ME and my beliefs, my convictions and what I know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am not inclined to artistic ventures,  I have a nature for it, but I do not love going to art museums or sitting around drawing or painting.  Art for me is for me, and the thought of it suits me just as well as actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no desire to sell myself for profit.  If I was actually good at selling Arbonne or MaryKay or Pampered Chef or etc..i think I would do wonders in my life.  But right now I don't feel my worth is marketable or have too much of a heart to serve to be able to charge someone for a service!&lt;br /&gt;3. I require stability, consistency and do NOT like change or the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to serve.  I am the happiest when I am.&lt;br /&gt;5. People enrich my life and give me purpose, not what they offer me, but what I OFFER THEM.&lt;br /&gt;6. My hearts passion is to light up others lives...i delight in making people feel better.&lt;br /&gt;7. My heart yearns for joy and peace...not because life is easy, but because it is meaningful.  That joy and peace can only come from above.&lt;br /&gt;8. I do not seek adventure.  I play it safe.  I do not like the thought of skydiving, riding on a motorcycle, jet-skiing or anything remotely dangerous that gives me the sense of not being in control.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I have a very strong will, but I am more strong willed to fail than succeed (that i dont like about myself).  I have what it takes to succeed and the ability to change.&lt;br /&gt;10. I strive to be around people, they ignite my senses.  I feel numb and worthless when I am alone or by myself for too long.  I am a waste of time...people are the drive, motivation and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;11. I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am more intelligent than I give myself credit.&lt;br /&gt;13. I lose vision when i focus on others (envying them or comparing myself to their success)&lt;br /&gt;14. Love motivates me and gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;15. I no longer refuse to fail at my goals.&lt;br /&gt;16. I love to learn about things i am passionate about...i desire to dissect and learn every knick and kranny I can.&lt;br /&gt;17. I am compulsive about order and details.&lt;br /&gt;18. I am young enough to change the course of my life.  Where I have been has brought me to where i am that leads me to where I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;19. I regret nothing, everything, whether accomplished fully or not has a specific purpose.&lt;br /&gt;20. I am pure, sincere, loyal and compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;21. I am beautiful inside and out, as i am today.&lt;br /&gt;22. I am a secretive person, I do not share alot of things I struggle with because of my fear of failure, or because I innately desire the "shock factor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my list so far.  Feel free to add your own intuition, even if it is something you know but cant see.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all for today.  Quite and extensive nugget of my heart...carry it with pride! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all and am thrilled that you have kept up with the blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5396840748930511052?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5396840748930511052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5396840748930511052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5396840748930511052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5396840748930511052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/test-of-will.html' title='Test of Will...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-7069233769995200357</id><published>2009-01-09T23:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:33:21.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CamelBack (breaking) Mountain</title><content type='html'>So today we went to CamelBack Mountain.  Nat was reminishing of how when he came here as a young man, he and a friend would take a run up the mountain, so being that none of us had been there except for Nat, we all agreed to go on a hike up CamelBack Mountain.  It took a little while to get there because there were no real signs, and nothing on GPS for "Camelback" (ends up it was called Echo or something like that).  We finally got there, parked and excited to go on this little adventure...that didnt last long!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you have heard stories of Cheryl and I trekking it up Mt. Sinai in the middle of the night (over 4 hour climb).  All of us trekking up and down mountains in Isreal, and even the beautiful Petra landscapes of rock and long trails (an ALL DAY exploration...cake compared to CamelBack...&lt;br /&gt;It started off not so bad...long winding trails of dirt and man-made steps.  Then we go to the other part!  It took us &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OVER TWO HOURS&lt;/span&gt; to get up the mountain...climbing over boulders...man-made steps disappeared and all that was left was STEEP inclines of uneven boulders with the need for tricky maneuvering to overcome.  There were actually parts of the "trail" that required use of man-inserted metal bars...because without then you would have absolutely no traction or leverage up the steep and often slick incline.  We prevailed!  We made it all the way up the mountain...being passed TWICE by a guy that runs up and down the mountain 3-4 times a day 6 days a week for the last 13 years!  I conclude that some people are slightly crazy, but THAT is PSYCHOTIC!! &lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful I admit,but I spent 95% of the time looking at the ground.  At the top we hung out and took in the beauty then back down the mountain we went.  Easier than going up, but taxing nonetheless.  I cant imagine how much of a wimp i would've been if I had not been going to the gym 3X a week for the last month! I was pretty much the reason for everyone else to take nice long breathing breaks...for me to catch up!  Next time I come here I WILL RUN UP THAT DAMN MOUNTAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Words can really do no justice, so I am uploading some pictures taken on the "HIKE" -- or MOUNTAIN CLIMBING adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyXUOFjAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7sOirZ7-Cq0/s1600-h/Hike5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyXUOFjAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7sOirZ7-Cq0/s400/Hike5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289533138492820482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyXHdknBI/AAAAAAAAAe8/POwOJOAOYWc/s1600-h/Hike4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyXHdknBI/AAAAAAAAAe8/POwOJOAOYWc/s400/Hike4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289533135068109842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyW5qiNUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/hg3rR6ua6pU/s1600-h/Hike3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyW5qiNUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/hg3rR6ua6pU/s400/Hike3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289533131364382018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyWjIRb4I/AAAAAAAAAes/3nhtvj1_mNI/s1600-h/Hike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyWjIRb4I/AAAAAAAAAes/3nhtvj1_mNI/s400/Hike2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289533125315096450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyWao0VUI/AAAAAAAAAek/THX50WPP2UE/s1600-h/Hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyWao0VUI/AAAAAAAAAek/THX50WPP2UE/s400/Hike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289533123035682114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgy-HE4puI/AAAAAAAAAfc/gHrt444SUG4/s1600-h/Hike8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgy-HE4puI/AAAAAAAAAfc/gHrt444SUG4/s400/Hike8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289533804979463906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgy92tptXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DPu65Up6Is8/s1600-h/Hike7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgy92tptXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DPu65Up6Is8/s400/Hike7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289533800587048306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgy95EH9eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0ovDfXzrTe4/s1600-h/Hike6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgy95EH9eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0ovDfXzrTe4/s400/Hike6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289533801218176482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our 3+ hour hiking excursion, we went to "heartattack grill" for lunch...after climbing up a mountain half the day, I really didnt want a greasy burger...but nevertheless I was HUNGRY.  None of us realized that Heart Attack Grill also covers as a strip joint (not really, but alls well had).  You can visit their website (heartattackgrill.com) but this picture pretty much sums it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgvzHu_P1I/AAAAAAAAAec/trcgliqAKiU/s1600-h/HAG18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgvzHu_P1I/AAAAAAAAAec/trcgliqAKiU/s400/HAG18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289530317642612562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7069233769995200357?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7069233769995200357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7069233769995200357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7069233769995200357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7069233769995200357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/camelback-breaking-mountain.html' title='CamelBack (breaking) Mountain'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWgyXUOFjAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7sOirZ7-Cq0/s72-c/Hike5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-2173319302624025400</id><published>2009-01-08T16:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:49:23.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man in Black!! Oh SO FINE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZz_1LlKkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hVznaB5Fens/s1600-h/Fulk+Wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZz_1LlKkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hVznaB5Fens/s400/Fulk+Wed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289042352837831234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does have friends!!! Promise!&lt;br /&gt;In the pic from left to right: Tim Montgomery (lives in Alaska with wife Hannah); unknown; Tom Fulks; Lindsay Fulks (we are visiting them right now in Phoenix, Nat officiated their wedding); my handsome hubby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2173319302624025400?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2173319302624025400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2173319302624025400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2173319302624025400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2173319302624025400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-man-in-black-oh-so-fine.html' title='My Man in Black!! Oh SO FINE!!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZz_1LlKkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hVznaB5Fens/s72-c/Fulk+Wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-6214312503044413969</id><published>2009-01-08T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:40:59.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a couple more from Vogel Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZyl8M2HpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yOw1pPmD64k/s1600-h/VogelWedSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZyl8M2HpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yOw1pPmD64k/s400/VogelWedSmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289040808533958290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZylrXQOlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/A1QNn69WcwA/s1600-h/Retouch5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZylrXQOlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/A1QNn69WcwA/s400/Retouch5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289040804014209618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZylhVIvLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P47XG7mncT0/s1600-h/Retouch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZylhVIvLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P47XG7mncT0/s400/Retouch3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289040801320975538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZylA3kheI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0oBkpgnLZFQ/s1600-h/Retouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZylA3kheI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0oBkpgnLZFQ/s400/Retouch2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289040792607032802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some images I retouched from Adam and Andreas wedding.  (if they are reading this...you should get your disk by early next week).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6214312503044413969?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6214312503044413969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6214312503044413969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6214312503044413969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6214312503044413969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/couple-more-from-vogel-wedding.html' title='a couple more from Vogel Wedding'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWZyl8M2HpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yOw1pPmD64k/s72-c/VogelWedSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-4626646203174701416</id><published>2009-01-08T02:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T02:49:09.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWv7HS1GoI/AAAAAAAAAds/YLWBMNPd6pY/s1600-h/SCraynonRET3small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWv7HS1GoI/AAAAAAAAAds/YLWBMNPd6pY/s400/SCraynonRET3small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826767521684098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWv64HyfDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/c4B93ea5zEw/s1600-h/SCraynonRET2small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWv64HyfDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/c4B93ea5zEw/s400/SCraynonRET2small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826763448843314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvwH-hfiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6zP89jCOxJc/s1600-h/SCraynonRET1small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvwH-hfiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6zP89jCOxJc/s400/SCraynonRET1small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826578726387234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvwBUKOYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/07iOKx3nt90/s1600-h/MeandSarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvwBUKOYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/07iOKx3nt90/s400/MeandSarah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826576938088834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvv7T8_hI/AAAAAAAAAdM/k4OcmKKVZiA/s1600-h/MeandNat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvv7T8_hI/AAAAAAAAAdM/k4OcmKKVZiA/s400/MeandNat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826575326608914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvv8UfR1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/4eQhLVEzdF8/s1600-h/LisaGirlsSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvv8UfR1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/4eQhLVEzdF8/s400/LisaGirlsSmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826575597291346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvvgCTUEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/e9oIs171_u8/s1600-h/LisaandGirlsSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvvgCTUEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/e9oIs171_u8/s400/LisaandGirlsSmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826568004816962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvc7I0i2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/blZdD2lM7Q4/s1600-h/KatieBubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvc7I0i2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/blZdD2lM7Q4/s400/KatieBubbles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826248862403426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvclGhL8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/F9GbtpGrhMA/s1600-h/KatieandCheryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvclGhL8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/F9GbtpGrhMA/s400/KatieandCheryl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826242947166146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvcqhj2VI/AAAAAAAAAck/st-r-z_TCEQ/s1600-h/KateandJimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvcqhj2VI/AAAAAAAAAck/st-r-z_TCEQ/s400/KateandJimi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826244402764114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvcXGmhVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ByvLnLQgN54/s1600-h/ElizandChad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvcXGmhVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ByvLnLQgN54/s400/ElizandChad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826239189419346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvcf6uSmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tMBBdnoQF_M/s1600-h/Catie+RET1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWvcf6uSmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tMBBdnoQF_M/s400/Catie+RET1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826241555516002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-4626646203174701416?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4626646203174701416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=4626646203174701416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4626646203174701416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4626646203174701416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-people.html' title='Beautiful People...'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWv7HS1GoI/AAAAAAAAAds/YLWBMNPd6pY/s72-c/SCraynonRET3small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-3190571089301142293</id><published>2009-01-07T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:46:43.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ifs and whens of life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWFEwIvUPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JqkWMaCMpVU/s1600-h/Logo+Flat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWFEwIvUPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JqkWMaCMpVU/s400/Logo+Flat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288779654104043762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have finally decided on this to be my logo (its supposed to be aquablue, but for some reason it is coming up green, but i like it)...and if you dont like it...all well.  I have already designed business cards as well.  I think its fun to dabble in it and have a brand and some side work, but I have been considering a different career path.  I have been really soul-searching and coming to terms with who I am opposed to who I try to be.  Its a progress, but I think I am coming to terms with it...and taking it one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will definately prove to be a year of major changes..starting as early as the month of January.  I fear that the year will fly by, it will be challenging and rewarding but I think I am up for the adventure of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ask that you keep me in your prayers.  I will not elaborate on the details, but pray for sanity, self-control, safety, courage, thirst, ability to retain, and whatever else the Lord leads on your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now...I am off to Phoenix, where I am SURE I will have time to sit and blog a bit...I have been doing a lot of soul searching, and there is much to share...if i choose to be transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.ALIce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3190571089301142293?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3190571089301142293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3190571089301142293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3190571089301142293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3190571089301142293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/ifs-and-whens-of-life.html' title='The ifs and whens of life....'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SWWFEwIvUPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JqkWMaCMpVU/s72-c/Logo+Flat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-1977346017864607094</id><published>2008-11-30T19:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:08:06.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought....</title><content type='html'>I was going to write a blog, but frankly i dont feel like being transparent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-1977346017864607094?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1977346017864607094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=1977346017864607094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1977346017864607094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/1977346017864607094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-thought.html' title='I thought....'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-8872883709894774318</id><published>2008-11-30T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:35:30.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/STLq9DMJVcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/MCUPV9At2Ag/s1600-h/Nat+Boulder+Field+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/STLq9DMJVcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/MCUPV9At2Ag/s400/Nat+Boulder+Field+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274536448153441730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/STLq8YvAfBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/I2-KiVyfWlI/s1600-h/Nat+Boulder+Field+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/STLq8YvAfBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/I2-KiVyfWlI/s400/Nat+Boulder+Field+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274536436756937746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my love in a boulder field in Pennsylvania.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8872883709894774318?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8872883709894774318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8872883709894774318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8872883709894774318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8872883709894774318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/STLq9DMJVcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/MCUPV9At2Ag/s72-c/Nat+Boulder+Field+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-2643787948743703696</id><published>2008-11-27T17:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:01:48.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>turkey stuffing gravy...more than once a week!!!  Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2643787948743703696?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2643787948743703696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2643787948743703696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2643787948743703696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2643787948743703696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-thanksgiving.html' title='i love thanksgiving'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-2210571707008736116</id><published>2008-11-21T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:59:04.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>without embellishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SSeDfmgFuQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/g3apHwm-Y-Q/s1600-h/Final+Logo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SSeDfmgFuQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/g3apHwm-Y-Q/s400/Final+Logo8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271326467794778370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SSeC5-3ALeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7SsLg59_21w/s1600-h/Final+Logo8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SSeC5-3ALeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7SsLg59_21w/s400/Final+Logo8a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271325821498306018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SSeC5vNk7EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Y31bW2vsab0/s1600-h/Final+Logo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SSeC5vNk7EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Y31bW2vsab0/s400/Final+Logo+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271325817298021442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2210571707008736116?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2210571707008736116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2210571707008736116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2210571707008736116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2210571707008736116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/without-embellishment.html' title='without embellishment'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SSeDfmgFuQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/g3apHwm-Y-Q/s72-c/Final+Logo8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-5423698977051165956</id><published>2008-11-07T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:13:30.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>control....</title><content type='html'>So since i have been back to Ohio, I cant decide if i am mad because my life got turned upside down or because my plans had to accommodate.  There is really no reason to be mad, I am surrounded by friends and family that support me and want the best for me.  Carol is definately the most hard-pressing on the issue, she basically wants to carry the photography business so I will stop stalling on it.&lt;br /&gt;I went a couple weeks ago to a wedding with a photographer in Cincinnati.  I thought it was fun, sorta.  10 hour wedding days are long and ridiculous...and boring.  It was fun to look through my camera and see the image...i even considered for a split second to change up all my equipment from nikon to canon to accommodate a need to fit in(or have axcess to others equipment that may or may not share).  I could not bring myself to do it. &lt;br /&gt;1. I know Nikon, I can get inside the and change settings like no tomorrow and i have a fairly good idea what it will do. &lt;br /&gt;2. Carol said something that stuck, and as snobbish as it may sound...Canons are for amatuers...that is totally wrong and uncalled for because there are SO many excellent photographers that use canon...but I like to have an elitest prespective.   Maybe one day I will switch, but now, I think ill stick to what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i figured something out about me this week.  Well a few things.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't except people to knock down my door with oppurtunities unless i put myself out there. &lt;br /&gt;I found that I am talented, but living a lie. &lt;br /&gt;I found that life will never work how you want it to.  &lt;br /&gt;i found that I am way more concerned with success than what may be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get hurt when my friends dont consider me as asset.  I have a four-year degree in photography...why would ANYONE else take your pictures?  Probably because I bitch and moan and dont make myself available.  I am scared to death I will screw it all up or not measure up...then in retrospect i see how much better i am.  I think as a photographer you have to be somewhat cocky...I have not been so cocky lately and it has cost me experience.  I need to take more pictures, I need to get past this stupid "unqualified" feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talented damnit!  After seeing some in action, I realized that "its not that hard".  I am making a mountain out of a molehill.  People appreciate good pictures, I know I can take them....I just need more so they can be properly convinced.  the more is hard...i feel like i dont have a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans change. 3 months ago we were in Peoria, planning how to finish decorating our house, what new project to conquer and conscienciously trying to get pregnant.  Why not?  We are married, we have a house, steady jobs and its the natural progression of life.  We are not 21 anymore, if we want to have the ability to run and play, we should probably have them soon...and that plural so we need time to have, adjust, have adjust...then we move.  Bad decision? nah. Hard decision? nah. tough on pre-planned events. yeah.  I like being here, I think its best for me and him and our future, but its hard starting over.  I was comfortable, life was predictable, i was growing...My plans got ruffled.  I live with my sister...which is fine, but not the ideal situation for babies...its already crowded, we cant buy house till we sell the other one, which may be 10 months or 10 years...we havent really even decided if we will stay in Cincinnati once renters move out and we find it difficult to maintain mortgage with living here.  its complicated...too much thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am a success junkie I think.  so i have this job where i have a business that i run for someone else.  it pays the bills, and its sorta like working for a corporate society without actually working there.  It has its perks.  I dont feel super qualified for what I am doing, it is a huge learning curve and requires organization and etiquette...neither of which i have a gold-star in.  It will potentially be something incredible...one day...In the meantime I am dealing with the fact its not my dream.  I am living out someone else's mighty plans.  Its ok though, I get my share, but its still hard...I would rather be doing something for me...something i put off maybe for the rest of my life.  I really love photography, but do i want it as a career to get burnt out and hate it?  maybe its more to do with the passion of doing it, then doing it full time..&lt;br /&gt;So Nat and I have been attempted to get pregnant for nearly 8 months.  Hell, I got it down to the day and calculated the cycle for optimum potential.  sad i know...i dont want to have a baby right now.  i dont feel like we are in a place in life prepared for it, i think there are other issues we need to figure out...i am not ready to live my life into the hands of mini-me...i need more vacations first!  i know how it changes life...i am dumb enough to think it wont -- but it will.  I dont want the responsibiblity and i dont see how it fits right now because I havent figured me out yet.  despite all that, i want to get pregnant...because i am a success junkie.  I want to know that it is possible.  i want to know that I can be good at it or something.  I like the idea more for the special treatment aspect than the baby aspect.  Nat doesnt seem to concerned about not having kids right this second.  i know the grandparents are anxious...I just want to know what its like, know that it can happen, and then go on with my life.  Now dont go getting all hot and bothered if you find out tomorrow or next month that we have been sucessful in concieving, its meant to be...i just dont have any control over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that will do for today...happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-5423698977051165956?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5423698977051165956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=5423698977051165956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5423698977051165956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/5423698977051165956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/control.html' title='control....'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-4606241790323382367</id><published>2008-10-21T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:19:31.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS MY PARTY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SAVE THE DATE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When: &lt;strong&gt;November 8, 2008 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where: &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl's House in Monroe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why: &lt;strong&gt;Chrissi's 30th Birthday Party!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What: &lt;strong&gt;Fun, Games, Food, Wii...did I mention FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who: &lt;strong&gt;YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-4606241790323382367?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4606241790323382367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=4606241790323382367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4606241790323382367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/4606241790323382367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-my-party.html' title='ITS MY PARTY!!!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-6246197198078485974</id><published>2008-10-16T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:30:40.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aarrrr</title><content type='html'>i am just plain angry...i am angry in my soul...like an unsettling frustration that wont go away.  I should be happy to be home.  I should cherish each moment of life that I get to spend with my family and friends.  for some reason i am just bitter.  it feels like some sort of vengeance that feels justified, but has no purpose.  it comes out of nowhere...i can be perfectly content and within seconds i am just overwhelmed, tired and bitchy.  I think there are pills for this sort of imbalance.  It is not fair to take it out on people i love...but maybe in some twisted thought I feel like they are the ones that caused it.  &lt;br /&gt;i think i am jealous of others lives...people that have their dreams come true, or my dreams come true in their lives.  It seems like it takes no effort at all--that life just throws out the red carpet for certain people.  I am lost in life.  it feels like coming in from a bright sunny day into the house and it is so bright that you stumble around to find steady ground and all you see is nothingness.  its that standing still, knowing that soon your eyes will adjust, but the wait is frustrating....&lt;br /&gt;there is my life...in reality....then there is my life is theory.  i had it all figured out.  i knew where i was, who i was with and where i was going...now i am just lost.  and being lost make me angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-6246197198078485974?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6246197198078485974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=6246197198078485974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6246197198078485974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/6246197198078485974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/aarrrr.html' title='aarrrr'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-2883107909325497120</id><published>2008-10-07T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:25:59.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><content type='html'>it feels like some sort of weird vacation.  Like I am in some kind of dream.  I enjoy being home.  I like having my family close--and my friends.  The funny thing is that I barely see either set.  Nat and I both work from home...him with Accenture and me with my new business.  Its exhausting.  I really dont mind working from home though.  I actually have trained myself enough to get a little bit done during work hours, and not feel like i have to work 24/7.  It is sorta a break period right now... i am learning alot of my duties that I havent quite done yet.  I am glad to not be designing.  I really did not like it.  PJS wasnt that bad because it was so easy and I was basically just a clip-art queen.  I am much more comfortable with photography.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Peoria a couple weeks ago to do some photo shoots with a couple of my girlfriends.  i realize that i am somewhat unprepared when it comes to doing "natural lighting" with certain backdrops.  I would much rather have full control...and there is a way to have a pretty good setup that doesnt require hauling an entire studio lighting  set...it is just getting to the point where I can afford to buy it all.  One day!&lt;br /&gt;I think that Nat enjoys being here.  He doesnt complain about anything...which is unlike him anyway.  Its weird, for as much time as we spend in the same house together...i still feel like i never see him.&lt;br /&gt;We are driving to Pennsylvania this weekend to hopefully say his last goodbyes to his grandpa (moms dad) before he passes on.  Nat hasnt seen him in 15 years.  Its a big step for him to actually go, but I think it is definately more for his mom than himself.  I went to a funeral last weekend for my uncle Clyde...he died of almheizers.  That disease sucks.  So if grandpa meckes dies, that makes 2....and they come in threes -- so I wonder who is next...i TRULY hope not Grandpa Harlan...i would be very sad...=(  although i dont know him well or have spent extreme amounts of time with him...i know i am one of his favorites (cause everyone is his favorite..but i like tha personalization aspect).  He is really the closest I have had to what i would've had as a grandparent if they werent too old and preoccupied to care about me.&lt;br /&gt;i would really like a monthly girls night.  We will have to figure out a consistent day that works well for most people most of the time...like first saturday of the month...i think that will really help to not feel so lost sometimes with everyone...and disconnected.  And honestly I need a break from being in this house all the time and who better than with my girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;well i have a list a mile long and the pillow is calling my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;chrissi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2883107909325497120?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2883107909325497120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2883107909325497120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2883107909325497120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2883107909325497120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-7344972967325292963</id><published>2008-09-23T08:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:02:00.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls (well some of them)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1JAe9DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8HcWcTUsoyY/s1600-h/All+Girls_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1JAe9DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8HcWcTUsoyY/s400/All+Girls_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249193668767577138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1UbCm8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/tiazl6H8Mh8/s1600-h/Sarah_Cindy_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1UbCm8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/tiazl6H8Mh8/s400/Sarah_Cindy_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249193671831755714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1f5t6nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QKzGjAuEECI/s1600-h/Chrissi_Sarah_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1f5t6nI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QKzGjAuEECI/s400/Chrissi_Sarah_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249193674913213042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1x7nfnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gGL5Akw9gQc/s1600-h/Abby_Sarah_V2_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1x7nfnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gGL5Akw9gQc/s400/Abby_Sarah_V2_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249193679753018994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh2V2e4yI/AAAAAAAAAQs/r-P8ROZ0Z14/s1600-h/Chrissi_Cindy_Sarah_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh2V2e4yI/AAAAAAAAAQs/r-P8ROZ0Z14/s400/Chrissi_Cindy_Sarah_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249193689395159842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looky Looky what I found....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-7344972967325292963?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7344972967325292963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=7344972967325292963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7344972967325292963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/7344972967325292963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-girls-well-some-of-them.html' title='My Girls (well some of them)'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SNjh1JAe9DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8HcWcTUsoyY/s72-c/All+Girls_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-2990675729970979794</id><published>2008-09-11T16:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:16:08.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Final day</title><content type='html'>So it is my final day here at Peoria Journal Star and I will be SO GLAD when this last hour has finally past.  On Monday I had a mammagram done (necessary for a surgery I am considering), and tomorrow I go back for them to check a couple spots, basically the squeezing didnt squeeze enough and they are just double checking to make sure everything is ok.  It isnt even phasing me, its pointless to cause I cant do anything to change it if it was something more serious.  I need to check on my health insurance and make sure that I can switch to doctors in Ohio.  its weird because Nat is technically working in Illinois.  Accenture, his company, is very supportive of his move and even trying to get him a job based in Cincinnati.  There was one posted at P&amp;G but I am not sure what it is for.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am taking off work, so today is technically my last day.  I am so tired and wore out that I may need to sleep in for a LONG time once we get to Cincinnati. This move has been such an emotional rollercoaster and I am wore out from all the stress and work and worry.  I will be so glad when at least the moving part is over...then there is finding a job..and settling in--then eventually having to move again...but at least its a year out (at least).&lt;br /&gt;My wrist have been killing me today.  They are burning and hot...I think I have the beginning onsets of carpal tunnel...or some kind of wrist problem.  it sucks...cause i will have to work on a computer the rest of my life...and its only going to get worse.  I need one of those keyboards like Nat has...origami or something =)&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my car off this morning to the dealer to get some maintanence done so I had to get a shuttle to drop me off at work...i really hope that they get here by 4:30 so I can leave asap.  I am supposed to go to Pumpkin Festival tonight to see Sandy for the last time (till I return) and also need to wash the dogs, finish up some last minute packing up and figure out where we are going to sleep on Friday night (because the mattress will be in the uhaul)...&lt;br /&gt;I have been so bored at work for the last couple weeks that it has made this process DRAG on even more...if feels like its been MONTHS and its only been DAYS...&lt;br /&gt;I went back to OB dr on tuesday to check my ovaries again (remember I had busted cyst a month of so ago--it is still bothering me, but the pain has migrated a little north).  They did the transvaginal sonogram and she said everything looked fine and the doctor is supposed to call me with more details results....i heard nothing yet....ugh&lt;br /&gt;28 minutes!!! its TORTURE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;all well...everything is cleaned out and I am ready to get outta here.&lt;br /&gt;I need to make a Margaritas Date with kati bird...that is definately something I am looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh funny thing...&lt;br /&gt;Nat and I move on Saturday, Sunday we unpack, Monday he sets up his office and tues, wed and thurs nights the CARDINALS are playing CINCINNATI....i have a HAPPY HUSBAND....cause now instead of driving 3 hours to see them play, he only has to drive 30 minutes....although I am sure we can manage one STL trip in there (jsut as long as they ARE NOT playing the reds!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes!!! COME ON ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i will see you all in a couple days!!!  come help on sunday..1pm (after church) we will order pizza and have some lifting fun!! Please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2990675729970979794?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2990675729970979794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2990675729970979794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2990675729970979794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2990675729970979794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-day.html' title='Final day'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-2252547844768034214</id><published>2008-09-02T14:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:33:58.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting....SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>So we made a decision to move, in less than a week we had all the kinks ironed out...now is the waiting..it sucks.  I do not want to work anymore, because my head is somewhere TOTALLY and definately NOT HERE!  I am tired..I am stressed out...and yesterday I thought we had SO much to do, but in fact, we are really ahead of schedule.  That makes the waiting even more difficult.  We could seriously move this weekend if we had the truck to move it.  We have everything packed, and if its not packed, its because we are still using it.  It wont take long to load and leave....get a couple boys over there and we are good to go....and yet we still have to wait....and being tired doesnt help!&lt;br /&gt;less than two weeks...10 days actually...its unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt; and i am tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-2252547844768034214?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2252547844768034214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=2252547844768034214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2252547844768034214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/2252547844768034214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/waitingsucks.html' title='waiting....SUCKS!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510842.post-3459410215150557207</id><published>2008-08-29T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:37:36.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official!!!</title><content type='html'>So we are officially moving to Cincinnati.  We need to be out of our house by the 15th...of september!!  So we will be packing and getting a u-haul and be moved into cheryl's house by then.  My last day here at the Journal Star is September 12th.  We will be renting out the house to a couple for a year that is building a new house in the spring, but sold their old house.  So that is awesome for us because we have someone pay our mortgage so we can move, and when we sell next year we wont have to worry about the capital gain and will have way more equity in it to invest into new house.  I am seriously dumbfounded about how seamless and quick this has been.  We decided LESS than 2 weeks ago.  It is a slight burden off my shoulders, but it will be alot better once I get to there and can settle in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;As far as my job, I am thinking I will probably go in and talk to Mesh and give them my application and start there October 1.  I dont anticipate having an issue, plus I know there is money to be made, especially during the holidays.  I also talked to the photographer here in Peoria and he is going to give me some mentoring to help me get started there--and maybe we can come up with some other arrangements for me to do some weddings on the side...most likely the more long-distance ones...who knows!  I am pretty flexible right now and I life like that.  It will be interesting to see if I like serving again, or if i would prefer the more 9-5 gig (although now I dont care so much for it).  It will also test my marriage because Nat will be working days, and me nights and weekends (most likely) and I will have to sacrifice some quality time with him till i figure some things out.  But as long as I am bringing in some money, I dont think he will mind.&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to see everyone this weekend.  Especially Abbi, since I havent seen her in over 2 years...girl! that is way too long!  I think Abbi really needs some friend love!&lt;br /&gt;Of course Nats family is very shocked and scared and disappointed.  But I seriously agree with Nat that this is a good move for us in a lot of ways.  We will have to live with Cheryl for more than a year, but we will see how that pans out.  It will take some adjusting, but I think it will be awesome!  nat has plans for remodeling, etc..&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i know for now....and I am still trying to adjust and get things done...it is going to be a BUSY, STRESSFUl couple weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-3459410215150557207?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3459410215150557207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=3459410215150557207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3459410215150557207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/3459410215150557207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-official.html' title='Its Official!!!'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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-8510842.post-8449842925159253263</id><published>2008-08-26T12:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:20:24.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my hubby loves me</title><content type='html'>nat sent this to me a while back and i printed it out, hung it on my wall and it is also my desktop image...apparently it really meant a lot!!  he may not do things like this very often, but when he does...he does it PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SLQtJoh39NI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tMAQw5YJH7Q/s1600-h/Baby+loves+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SLQtJoh39NI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tMAQw5YJH7Q/s400/Baby+loves+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238861910060299474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat sent this to me a while back and i printed it out, hung it on my wall and it is also my desktop image...apparently it really meant a lot!!  he may not do things like this very often, but when he does...he does it PERFECT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510842-8449842925159253263?l=alycepaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8449842925159253263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8510842&amp;postID=8449842925159253263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8449842925159253263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510842/posts/default/8449842925159253263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alycepaige.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hubby-loves-me.html' title='my hubby loves me'/><author><name>alycepaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02543579717443229058</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3vXx3Zhhfak/SLQtJoh39NI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tMAQw5YJH7Q/s72-c/Baby+loves+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
