<?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-2138763794922526273</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:51:49.757-07:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='moving'/><category term='paint'/><category term='Phoenix'/><category term='brains'/><category term='getting off my ass'/><category term='books'/><category term='Oi'/><category term='it&apos;s kill time'/><category term='fanfic'/><category term='MP3'/><category term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category term='Oregon'/><category term='music'/><category term='expanding my horizions'/><category term='squee'/><category term='YAY'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='woe'/><category term='winning stuff'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='rain'/><category term='dog sitting'/><category term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category term='job'/><category term='poppy seed bread'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='food'/><category term='true blood'/><category term='domesticity'/><category term='family'/><category term='about me'/><category term='lent'/><category term='ick'/><category term='concert'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='cat'/><category term='cake'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='snow'/><category term='hand pain'/><category term='Star Trek'/><category term='work'/><category term='candy'/><category term='playlist'/><category term='quilting'/><category term='money'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>sum res cogitans</title><subtitle type='html'>ipsa scientia potestas est</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7949201351513153867</id><published>2011-07-17T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:43:04.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>8 is Great!</title><content type='html'>I've another song for all the people not reading my blog! At this point, it's just a way to keep track of the songs I really like right when I really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/4C8e7nNLZNs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4C8e7nNLZNs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4C8e7nNLZNs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7949201351513153867?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7949201351513153867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/8-is-great.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7949201351513153867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7949201351513153867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/8-is-great.html' title='8 is Great!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1253449359264737326</id><published>2011-07-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:38:36.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>This one was on a TV show today!</title><content type='html'>Song number 7 come from my past a little. I first heard this song on one of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series playlists. I was reintroduced to it today while watching season 3 of Criminal Minds on DVD. It was at the begining of one of the episodes, and I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/j1-xRk6llh4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1-xRk6llh4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1-xRk6llh4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1253449359264737326?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1253449359264737326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-one-was-on-tv-show-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1253449359264737326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1253449359264737326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-one-was-on-tv-show-today.html' title='This one was on a TV show today!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4318718412880368790</id><published>2011-07-07T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:19:10.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Song number 6</title><content type='html'>I'm going to get around to posting about my new apartment and moving and all that jazz one of these days, I've just been working 52 hrs/week for a few weeks here and sometimes I just want to sit around and veg and not think! Now that I have a run on sentence, here's the 6th song in this little playlist that I've got going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/UJKythlXAIY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJKythlXAIY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJKythlXAIY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/qybUFnY7Y8w/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, it's two videos, but they're both to the same song, and they're both amazing in their own way. I couldn't choose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4318718412880368790?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4318718412880368790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/song-number-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4318718412880368790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4318718412880368790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/song-number-6.html' title='Song number 6'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2615566651204218732</id><published>2011-06-24T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:03:36.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>And the 5th song right after the 4th</title><content type='html'>Now, this is one hella fucked up video, but this is one of my favorite songs of all time, and I couldn't put off posting it any longer. Every time I feel homesick, every time I need to blast some music, if I need to pop up my mood, I listen to this song. It instantly makes me think of home, and going out with Mandy to transmission Wednesdays. Hell, forget combating homesickness, this song makes me homesick! Enjoy &lt;i&gt;Kids&lt;/i&gt; by MGMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/fe4EK4HSPkI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fe4EK4HSPkI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fe4EK4HSPkI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2615566651204218732?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2615566651204218732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-5th-song-right-after-4th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2615566651204218732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2615566651204218732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-5th-song-right-after-4th.html' title='And the 5th song right after the 4th'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6511666231508992830</id><published>2011-06-24T21:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:48:47.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Playlist song #4</title><content type='html'>So here's &lt;i&gt;Get Over It&lt;/i&gt; by Ok Go. My favorite part of this music video are all the random little things that match the lyrics they're singing. Just watch it a few times, you'll figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/3BxfpbyV-uc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BxfpbyV-uc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BxfpbyV-uc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6511666231508992830?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6511666231508992830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/playlist-song-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6511666231508992830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6511666231508992830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/playlist-song-4.html' title='Playlist song #4'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-838096924695418339</id><published>2011-06-23T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:48:24.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet is a scary place</title><content type='html'>It's frightening how much of your web surfing habits are recorded.&amp;nbsp; Today I followed a link for&lt;a href="http://www.flor.com/"&gt; FLOR&lt;/a&gt; carpet tiles from &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman's&lt;/a&gt; page because I wanted to know what they were. Next ting I know, every webpage that does advertising has FLOR advertisements in their boxes! Yeesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-838096924695418339?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/838096924695418339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/internet-is-scary-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/838096924695418339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/838096924695418339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/internet-is-scary-place.html' title='The internet is a scary place'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2911320216685018280</id><published>2011-06-23T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:28:32.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Another song in the playlist (#3)</title><content type='html'>I started hearing this on the radio, and didn't know what it was called. So like I always do, I wrote down the lyrics so I would remember once I got to my apartment (and consequently my computer) and googled away! This video might make you cry, but the song is great! So here's #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/v27TRan1SBI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v27TRan1SBI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v27TRan1SBI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2911320216685018280?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2911320216685018280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-song-in-playlist-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2911320216685018280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2911320216685018280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-song-in-playlist-3.html' title='Another song in the playlist (#3)'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7497885583747370258</id><published>2011-06-22T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:31:47.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I should start a running playlist, consider this song #2, #1 being Young Folks</title><content type='html'>Apparently I'm going to make a habit of posting music videos from YouTube on here. Well...just consider it your musical education, and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the last bit of this song on the radio yesterday, this morning I Googled the lyrics to figure out what it was, then downloaded it to my iPod before work at 8 am, and spent the entire first hour listening to it on repeat. Then I listened to it on and off through the rest of the day when I had a chance. I hope you do the same, or at least enjoy this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/SDTZ7iX4vTQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDTZ7iX4vTQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDTZ7iX4vTQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7497885583747370258?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7497885583747370258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/consider-this-your-musical-education.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7497885583747370258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7497885583747370258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/consider-this-your-musical-education.html' title='I should start a running playlist, consider this song #2, #1 being Young Folks'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2500491659609543100</id><published>2011-06-21T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:39:59.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I have friends</title><content type='html'>I have one friend outside of either of my jobs. Her name is Nikki and you met her a few posts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, we went for a drive and ended up at &lt;a href="http://www.ranchatfossilcreek.com/ranch_at_fossil_creek_creamery.htm"&gt;Fossil Creek Creamery&lt;/a&gt;. My love of goat cheese started that day. Obviously all the cheese I got from there is now long gone, eaten with delicious crackers. Well she went there a few days ago and got more cheese, so we are going to have a wine and cheese and movie night. I'm excited! I'm going to go have an adult evening with a friend I made as an adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JtFeOONWzs/TgFHqDmFQjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0XdnxzCm1Js/s1600/Goats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JtFeOONWzs/TgFHqDmFQjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0XdnxzCm1Js/s1600/Goats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2500491659609543100?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2500491659609543100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-have-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2500491659609543100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2500491659609543100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-have-friends.html' title='Sometimes I have friends'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JtFeOONWzs/TgFHqDmFQjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0XdnxzCm1Js/s72-c/Goats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7802365074332930984</id><published>2011-06-15T20:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:32:18.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>ADD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzTsStzCg3c/Tfl9MuqjT-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/emRvv-DA-3k/s1600/adhd_cartoon1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzTsStzCg3c/Tfl9MuqjT-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/emRvv-DA-3k/s1600/adhd_cartoon1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have trouble concentrating. I've learned to deal with it, but it gets annoying at times. Sometimes it's just my braining flitting from thing to thing, and other times I want to do too many things at once so my concentration can't stay on any one thing until I get really absorbed in it. Like right now I'm trying to look for Dark Angel fic that I read in the past (aka 11 years ago, how does this even happen!!) and either didn't put into my favorites in &lt;a href="http://fanfiction.net/"&gt;ff.net&lt;/a&gt;, or has since been deleted. I hope I just didn't favorite the stuff, because I'm really looking forward to a memory lane trip. But I digress (see what I'm dealing with here!); I'm trying to find stuff, but I'm trying to listen to this song at the same time! SO I listened, and now I will listen to something that I can fade to the background of my concentration, and I will give you the video so you can hear what's distracting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/OIRE6iw-ws4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OIRE6iw-ws4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OIRE6iw-ws4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7802365074332930984?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7802365074332930984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/add.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7802365074332930984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7802365074332930984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/add.html' title='ADD'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzTsStzCg3c/Tfl9MuqjT-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/emRvv-DA-3k/s72-c/adhd_cartoon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7118038554239730766</id><published>2011-06-15T18:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:44:30.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><title type='text'>Trip into my past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZnoY6GuRz0/Tfl7-B2qZvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ICwHDP_lF1A/s1600/Dark_Angel_TV_Series-175028413-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZnoY6GuRz0/Tfl7-B2qZvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ICwHDP_lF1A/s400/Dark_Angel_TV_Series-175028413-large.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm revisiting my high school days, watching Dark Angel. Good times! Think I'm gonna have to read some DA fic later! Woohoo!&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7118038554239730766?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7118038554239730766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-into-my-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7118038554239730766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7118038554239730766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-into-my-past.html' title='Trip into my past'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZnoY6GuRz0/Tfl7-B2qZvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ICwHDP_lF1A/s72-c/Dark_Angel_TV_Series-175028413-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-5265301743442598303</id><published>2011-06-14T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:30:28.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Aaannd Theeeeenn</title><content type='html'>After mom and I spent, what, 2 days? in Chicago; she LEFT ME!! ("He left us, he left us!"&amp;nbsp; "But that's not what I'm gonna do!" name that movie!) All ALONE!!! In the big city of CHICAGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To wait for Lindsey to come pick me up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had already checked out of the hotel (because those crazy places make you leave my like 11am, in what universe are people awake by 11am on their vacations? ...Oh yeah, this one.) The hotel people were nice enough to let me leave my baggage in the storage area so I didn't have to lug it around while exploring on my own and waiting for my ride. With just my purse and my jump on/jump off bus card, I took mom to the train station, cried a little, and rode the bus all by myself (look mom, I'm a Big Girl Now!) around the city till I decided what I would do. Unsurprisingly, I decided to go to the Lincoln Park Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to take this opportunity to say that Chicago has one of the nicest bus systems I've ever had the pleasure to navigate. I didn't use the L-train while I was there, but the buses are fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not in the know, the Lincoln Park Zoo is in Lincoln Park in Chicago just north of the Miracle Mile. It is huge and free to get in and parts of it are coaxingly nice, and I think that other parts will catch up eventually. I had my camera (when do I not) and took pics. I even recorded a bit of video of my talking to/for the animals like mom and I do so I could show her later when I go home. Yes, mom and I are &lt;i&gt;those people&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFiXcnjKF2U/TfgW94l_wtI/AAAAAAAAAko/ZEqaDSnZTPo/s1600/IMG_0485b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFiXcnjKF2U/TfgW94l_wtI/AAAAAAAAAko/ZEqaDSnZTPo/s640/IMG_0485b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have a fantastic ape house with chimps and gorillas. I tried not to use my flash, so most of my pics from in there ended up blurry.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq_WfcKW4UU/TfgW_iYCv3I/AAAAAAAAAks/f9K0sKvq4bc/s1600/IMG_0497b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq_WfcKW4UU/TfgW_iYCv3I/AAAAAAAAAks/f9K0sKvq4bc/s640/IMG_0497b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big cat house needs some serious work, but they have lots of different cats, which I LOVE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WZjiv6TNE0/TfgXBralGpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cP6vRtYKM7g/s1600/IMG_0502b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WZjiv6TNE0/TfgXBralGpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cP6vRtYKM7g/s640/IMG_0502b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's in a box! Like a house cat!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QOQZQLn-R5Y/TfgXDh3_6xI/AAAAAAAAAk0/1FUl05msbNE/s1600/IMG_0506b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QOQZQLn-R5Y/TfgXDh3_6xI/AAAAAAAAAk0/1FUl05msbNE/s640/IMG_0506b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This tiger was so cute, it was like he was posing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5tLIufCYlc/TfgXF4xQ-bI/AAAAAAAAAk4/8Py0kUBQhoA/s1600/IMG_0513b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5tLIufCYlc/TfgXF4xQ-bI/AAAAAAAAAk4/8Py0kUBQhoA/s640/IMG_0513b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fGR064_stc/TfgXHg0z2SI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sC5-fXj1oOw/s1600/IMG_0515b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fGR064_stc/TfgXHg0z2SI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sC5-fXj1oOw/s640/IMG_0515b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I shot these, I took the bus back to Miracle Mile and found a place to sit and have a coffee while Lindsey was fighting traffic into the city. After she made it, we drove back out to the zoo and looked around for a bit since she had never been there before. While we were in the cat house, the male lion started roaring. He walked into his outside exhibit and continued while we watched (and while I filmed it). It was awesome! I love lion roars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghjfIwcSJH8/TfgXKKYyqnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rmruThB0Suk/s1600/IMG_0524b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghjfIwcSJH8/TfgXKKYyqnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rmruThB0Suk/s640/IMG_0524b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He tired himself out with all that effort and had to take a nice nap!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the zoo closed, Linds and I took the bus back into the city (it's a few blocks) while leaving her car since we found a free parking spot next to the zoo. We were going to go eat at this one place, possibly pizza, but we were &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;starving!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and the wait was like an hour, while standing outside in the COLD! So we went to the Hard Rock and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQQvVd0x0o4/TfgXLV7VgFI/AAAAAAAAAlE/VKwXp0_se6g/s1600/IMG_0538b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQQvVd0x0o4/TfgXLV7VgFI/AAAAAAAAAlE/VKwXp0_se6g/s640/IMG_0538b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was the long drive to Peoria, where Linds lives. The next day, we went to another zoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-5265301743442598303?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5265301743442598303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/aaannd-theeeeenn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5265301743442598303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5265301743442598303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/aaannd-theeeeenn.html' title='Aaannd Theeeeenn'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFiXcnjKF2U/TfgW94l_wtI/AAAAAAAAAko/ZEqaDSnZTPo/s72-c/IMG_0485b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4273062773517438002</id><published>2011-06-11T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:40:23.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Chicago and the Field Museum</title><content type='html'>On out second day in Chicago, mom and I were going to get ourselves out to the Brookfield Zoo, but it was cold and Brookfield is kinda out there so we decided to go to the Field Museum, a natural history museum. It was a great idea! That place is HUGE! There is no way you could get around it in one day. We saw all kinds of stuff. My favorite part were all the life sized dioramas. 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margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCmAdfF60FM/TfRQBym3jpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WdQp8FvOFZs/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_njVEmCEaQ/TfROML4ddWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JHgcJpeg7HM/s1600/IMG_0448b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_njVEmCEaQ/TfROML4ddWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JHgcJpeg7HM/s400/IMG_0448b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had more I wanted to put on here, but the vertical shot ones uploaded horizontal. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4273062773517438002?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4273062773517438002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicago-and-field-museum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4273062773517438002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4273062773517438002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicago-and-field-museum.html' title='Chicago and the Field Museum'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAlxZ518pzY/TfRNaHYhNLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/cU8QMGcazDs/s72-c/IMG_0236b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2149276887238936409</id><published>2011-06-10T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:52:55.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>A while ago, before I moved this &lt;strike&gt;godforsaken&lt;/strike&gt; place, Mom and I took another trip to Chicago. This was partially and mom/daughter trip, and partially getting me to Chicago so my friend in Peoria IL could come pick me up and we could hang for a few days. I have known this girl since I was 16. She worked at my first job, but you'll hear more about her later when I write about when she came to visit me here. This post is about mom and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3agjWmgeZEw/TfMCWIDo7XI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s8aKoZbnE64/s1600/IMG_0231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3agjWmgeZEw/TfMCWIDo7XI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s8aKoZbnE64/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Hard Rock for dinner the first night we were there. It was a busy evening, and there were a lot of people that out waitress was taking care of, but the service didn't seem bad to us. When we were near finishing our dinner, the manager on duty came up to us with a dessert tray and asked us to pick dessert as an apology for poor service. Well, as stated above, we thought the service was fine, but since there were a lot of needy/roudy teenaged people in our section that were taking a lot of our waitress' time, I guess she felt we were jipped. So we decided on two of the dessert shooters. They were delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNyQN81hE9c/TfMB78a9ROI/AAAAAAAAAiA/I2qolT_JXxw/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNyQN81hE9c/TfMB78a9ROI/AAAAAAAAAiA/I2qolT_JXxw/s640/IMG_0229.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxlKpGuAD44/TfMCJNLK7uI/AAAAAAAAAiE/CbVGs_ipmTU/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxlKpGuAD44/TfMCJNLK7uI/AAAAAAAAAiE/CbVGs_ipmTU/s640/IMG_0230.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2149276887238936409?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2149276887238936409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicago.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2149276887238936409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2149276887238936409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3agjWmgeZEw/TfMCWIDo7XI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s8aKoZbnE64/s72-c/IMG_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7461663742199834079</id><published>2011-06-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:16:23.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Goldfield</title><content type='html'>I had the day off Tuesday, and so did my friend Nikki, so we decided to take a little trip. I had found this ghost town online that was only like 35min from here called Goldfield Ghost Town. It's this little tourist trap kind of place. The guy who built it did so in an area near the Superstition Mountains where a lot of people had discovered gold in the rush. He built very near the original town site, but most of the town an disappeared years before. All the buildings are built to look like they're from the early-mid 1800's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HnYvKuUR18s/TfJ5H4v6U3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/4bGcfExyGL4/s1600/IMG_2977b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HnYvKuUR18s/TfJ5H4v6U3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/4bGcfExyGL4/s640/IMG_2977b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a narrow gauge train that takes you on a circuit around the town and the conductor tells you all about the area and why this was built, etc etc. Since it was summer, the reptile house that I really wanted to see was closed for the season. I'll&amp;nbsp; have to come back in the winter. There's also a mine tour and a mystery house. We didn't do either of those things. We wandered around and looked at the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DBG7oR6lTs/TfJ4oU2r4mI/AAAAAAAAAhA/LHcO-rFples/s1600/IMG_2936b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DBG7oR6lTs/TfJ4oU2r4mI/AAAAAAAAAhA/LHcO-rFples/s640/IMG_2936b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nikki and I in front of the train.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ksmxchg-sAw/TfJ4uuETWwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VsGd-0nAH6Q/s1600/IMG_2951b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ksmxchg-sAw/TfJ4uuETWwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VsGd-0nAH6Q/s640/IMG_2951b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurry Up Ernie giving the tour.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-PPloA3cCM/TfJ4wyHVe4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/G2_p3rvAAPc/s1600/IMG_2953b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-PPloA3cCM/TfJ4wyHVe4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/G2_p3rvAAPc/s640/IMG_2953b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goldfield from the train.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5zQCMSgxwU/TfJ4yncGzBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yjeQB9u2Grs/s1600/IMG_2956b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5zQCMSgxwU/TfJ4yncGzBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yjeQB9u2Grs/s640/IMG_2956b.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui4IWsdR1eE/TfJ4s9YzH2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/sg7BcykQm5c/s1600/IMG_2948b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui4IWsdR1eE/TfJ4s9YzH2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/sg7BcykQm5c/s640/IMG_2948b.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was just cool.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqKhhcetNlc/TfJ4qtqQBmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/E2HfA_QE2b8/s1600/IMG_2941b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqKhhcetNlc/TfJ4qtqQBmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/E2HfA_QE2b8/s640/IMG_2941b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Superstition Mountains&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left we went to see this housing complex that Nikki is thinking of getting a house in. Looking at that house made me want a house. I am tired of renting, but I also don't want to buy a house and have that keeping me here. I want to leave Arizona in a few years and don't want to have to sell a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that adventure we went to Sweet Tomatoes for a late lunch, vegged out at my place for a while, and then parted ways. I then took a short nap, and watched 8 episodes of Criminal Minds. It was a good day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xh_Z3L23I30/TfJ41e3lDfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/K9Zi-0_lOss/s1600/IMG_2959b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xh_Z3L23I30/TfJ41e3lDfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/K9Zi-0_lOss/s640/IMG_2959b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside the Bordello in a Go-Go dancer cage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_bQihcr9c0/TfJ43Wp3MOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/nN_al9iz8Hg/s1600/IMG_2961b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_bQihcr9c0/TfJ43Wp3MOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/nN_al9iz8Hg/s640/IMG_2961b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-T7XEOFyF8/TfJ45ZycqnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GAbNRfcU-cA/s1600/IMG_2963b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-T7XEOFyF8/TfJ45ZycqnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GAbNRfcU-cA/s640/IMG_2963b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took this pick just for mom!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZyasZ_ep2E/TfJ47_1vCDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/lmdhC0n_fDg/s1600/IMG_2965b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZyasZ_ep2E/TfJ47_1vCDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/lmdhC0n_fDg/s320/IMG_2965b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlNNcPT1TJA/TfJ4_Zqsq1I/AAAAAAAAAho/trRKITn7nEc/s1600/IMG_2966b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlNNcPT1TJA/TfJ4_Zqsq1I/AAAAAAAAAho/trRKITn7nEc/s320/IMG_2966b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We're in elevators!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIVJ432ysAs/TfJ5BP-F5dI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JiQ1T--rOyw/s1600/IMG_2970b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIVJ432ysAs/TfJ5BP-F5dI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JiQ1T--rOyw/s640/IMG_2970b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDxBejqVqPg/TfJ5C_YHQRI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BwTSs3WQwjY/s1600/IMG_2971b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDxBejqVqPg/TfJ5C_YHQRI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BwTSs3WQwjY/s640/IMG_2971b.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7461663742199834079?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7461663742199834079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/goldfield.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7461663742199834079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7461663742199834079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/goldfield.html' title='Goldfield'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HnYvKuUR18s/TfJ5H4v6U3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/4bGcfExyGL4/s72-c/IMG_2977b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4772699005328121925</id><published>2011-06-09T21:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:28:23.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><title type='text'>The Zoo Saga, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_USysVix0s/TfGbvGinlnI/AAAAAAAAAgc/QjR_s1swmeg/s1600/IMG_1205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_USysVix0s/TfGbvGinlnI/AAAAAAAAAgc/QjR_s1swmeg/s640/IMG_1205.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Annie, the GHO. I'll get to this stuff later, we're starting from the &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; beginning here!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all started about a year and a month ago, in May of 2010. As you may know, I had been applying for zoo jobs all over the country for months and months. I had just about given up on finding one any time soon, and had actually decided to stop for the time being and just work, get my own place, etc etc. At the end of April I moved out of the Desnoyer House (and away from Kate The Horrible Roommate!) and was currently living with my grandma and aunt. A few days before I moved, I got a call from Phoenix asking if I would like to set up an interview. Well, obviously I took it, because to not would have been crazy. I had my interview over the phone at my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to go well, but they needed a video of my presentation skills, since a large part of this job was presenting animals to the public. I can't tell you what an ordeal this was! I decided to do a little giraffe talk, and since I like props, I got a little stuffed giraffe puppet and held it on my hand while recording myself giving this talk. Apparently the talk&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;didn't actually have to be factual or even very informational; they just wanted to see my style. I must have recorded and re-recorded myself&amp;nbsp;10 or more times. I had propped the camera up in my mom's office and was doing it myself since this was embarrassing. Well finally I just had my dad hold the camera outside, did it twice more and decided that it was as good as it was gonna get, uploaded it to YouTube, and let fate take the rest. A few days later I got the call offering me the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SCREAMED! I may have frightened my future boss a little. I think I got offered the job sometime around the second week of May. My start date was the beginning of the second week of June. My parent's were gonna be gone most of the first week of June helping Andy and his girlfriend move to Cincinnati . I don't know that this could have come at a worse time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4772699005328121925?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4772699005328121925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/zoo-saga-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4772699005328121925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4772699005328121925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/zoo-saga-part-1.html' title='The Zoo Saga, part 1'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_USysVix0s/TfGbvGinlnI/AAAAAAAAAgc/QjR_s1swmeg/s72-c/IMG_1205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-618142222843967705</id><published>2011-06-09T20:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:02:14.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I get competitive</title><content type='html'>My room mate has started a blogger. By the competitive nature of myself, I now have to keep mine updated. That's where the problem comes in; I have nothing to write about. Nothing really interesting has been going on in my life recently. Expect, in the context of my blog's life, a lot has happened!&amp;nbsp; I think I should write the story of the last year of my life. A year ago, I think just about to the day, I moved to Arizona to work at the Phoenix Zoo. I guess I can write about that adventure so I don't forget every little last bit. I've already forgotten a lot, so I better write down what I remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CO7a7yT0VNc/TfGUBH15o8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/YkoLHPKRgYQ/s1600/IMG_2396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CO7a7yT0VNc/TfGUBH15o8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/YkoLHPKRgYQ/s640/IMG_2396.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-618142222843967705?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/618142222843967705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-get-competitive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/618142222843967705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/618142222843967705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-get-competitive.html' title='Sometimes I get competitive'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CO7a7yT0VNc/TfGUBH15o8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/YkoLHPKRgYQ/s72-c/IMG_2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3559039457733435340</id><published>2011-03-23T22:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:47:14.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><title type='text'>Deep thoughts before bed</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder if things don't happen for a reason; if there's something or someone out there helping stuff along. Like, at some point, there is going to be a change in your life that will lead you down some path, and if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; wrong path, something happens that you can respond to in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; to either continue down that wrong path, or alter it correct again. It's when stuff like this happens that I think there might be some higher power, or at least some other power. If you're wondering what has brought about this bout of existentialism, I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, after working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PetCo&lt;/span&gt;, I ran to the grocery store to pick up some essentials for the next day. Mind you, it's about 10pm when I'm shopping. I was listening to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; in the car, and I liked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; that was playing, so I put my headphones in and listened to it while shopping as well. I was in the self checkout lane, checking myself out...like ya do, and after I was done, the lady in line came up to my register. I still had my headphones on, but I acknowledged her, and she started talking. I took my headphone off and she was asking for help using the self checkout, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t know how. Now, there are obviously people around for this very purpose, but I know how to work them, and I was standing right there, so I helped her. We got her all checked out and we went on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm a thinky think sort of person, as anyone who knows me could tell you, so I started wondering. Did she want me to help her because I had my headphones on, off in my owl little world, cut off from the rest of humanity going on in the store? she could have gone to an empty register and asked an employee for help, or one of the other patrons checking out, but she asked me. I saw her let a guy go ahead of her, presumably so I could help her. Did she decide this on her own, to pull me back into the world, or did something put the seed of this idea in her head. If she hadn't asked for my help, and I had walked out of the store, still listening to my music, would something else had happened? Something bad right then, or further on down the road. Maybe this one act of keeping myself apart from others would have started me on a path of recluseivness that I wouldn't be able to stop. Maybe this woman saved me from myself in some little way. Or, maybe she just liked the look of me, I was the only woman at the checkout, the rest were guys. I guess we'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3559039457733435340?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3559039457733435340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/deep-thoughts-before-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3559039457733435340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3559039457733435340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/deep-thoughts-before-bed.html' title='Deep thoughts before bed'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6668576816739938692</id><published>2010-12-30T00:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:05:16.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>I'm reading my friend's backdated blog posts from earlier this month, and there are tears streaking down my face. She had a tragedy early in December, and  I was (am) 2000 miles away, instead of right there where I felt that I should have been. But she has friends and family, people closer to her than I am, and I trusted them to get her through it. I didn't want to bother or poke and prod. I hope I can offer my condolences next time I'm home; I hope I can see her then, offer whatever she needs. I wish I had been keeping up with her blog, or any bloggers, so I could have commented when she posted, but I haven't. I've been busy and not spending as much time reading the blogs of people I know as I should be. I can't even imagine what she's going through. I love you Ginger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6668576816739938692?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6668576816739938692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6668576816739938692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6668576816739938692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3235020182292295896</id><published>2010-04-02T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:11:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well this should be interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I downloaded Windows Live Writer and that is where I am writing this post.&amp;#160; I guess we’ll see how it works, looks good so far.&amp;#160; Gonna put in a few pics to check out that feature, maybe a link to somewhere. Here goes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:8ebfb1c7-974c-4538-ab97-a1ac94c6e5e5" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-e9a3518bd9e78df2.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=E9A3518BD9E78DF2!150&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Viktor's 1st bday" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S7YXGlGkdpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KpNcb-T9A2A/InlineRepresentationc6a32c1e-fb6a-4d48-ac49-aedfa12b3eb7.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:340px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e9a3518bd9e78df2.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=E9A3518BD9E78DF2!150&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh look, it’s an album!&amp;#160; I could have put them in as individual pics, but this looked interesting.&amp;#160; These are from Viktor’s 1st birthday party, which took place in the 13 of March.&amp;#160; My little boy is growing up! I posted about this on my LJ too, that post is &lt;a href="http://kirashapedgirl.livejournal.com/175501.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since I don’t have any videos to put in, I think that is gonna be it for my current foray into WLW land.&amp;#160; It’s been cool!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3235020182292295896?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3235020182292295896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-this-should-be-interesting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3235020182292295896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3235020182292295896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-this-should-be-interesting.html' title='Well this should be interesting'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S7YXGlGkdpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KpNcb-T9A2A/s72-c/InlineRepresentationc6a32c1e-fb6a-4d48-ac49-aedfa12b3eb7.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1720026714426150994</id><published>2010-03-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:07:12.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oi'/><title type='text'>New toys!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1720026714426150994?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1720026714426150994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-toys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1720026714426150994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1720026714426150994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-toys.html' title='New toys!!!!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4643364070872565349</id><published>2010-03-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:37:26.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>time for...umm... cleaning!</title><content type='html'>My room is an unholy disaster (or at least it was about 40 min ago).  I  need to get up at 5am.  Instead of sleeping, like I should be, and am  tired enough for, I am cleaning.  Does anyone else see the backwards in  this?  I could very well clean tomorrow, but I don't know if I could  sleep in this mess of a room one more night, so cleaning.  It's much  better now, though the eradication of the Giant Dust Bunnies of DOOM!!  will have to wait until tomorrow, when I can run the vacuum without  waking my room mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4643364070872565349?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4643364070872565349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-forumm-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4643364070872565349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4643364070872565349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-forumm-cleaning.html' title='time for...umm... cleaning!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6379198614961947115</id><published>2010-02-28T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:48:03.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lent'/><title type='text'>on a quest</title><content type='html'>Today I'm pretty sure I burned far more calories than I consumed.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, still no chocolate, despite manifold temptations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6379198614961947115?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6379198614961947115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-quest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6379198614961947115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6379198614961947115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-quest.html' title='on a quest'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6219895616337256538</id><published>2010-02-27T01:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:18:20.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brains'/><title type='text'>oh TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S4jVPJ6WUOI/AAAAAAAAAek/VxtG4Iz5qZk/s1600-h/008sgpz5+iconseeyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S4jVPJ6WUOI/AAAAAAAAAek/VxtG4Iz5qZk/s320/008sgpz5+iconseeyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442834606012649698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S4jVO5jWygI/AAAAAAAAAec/k6CkLR6FDt4/s1600-h/008rb8r8+iconseeyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S4jVO5jWygI/AAAAAAAAAec/k6CkLR6FDt4/s320/008rb8r8+iconseeyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442834601621244418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Blood has eaten my brain.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6219895616337256538?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6219895616337256538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6219895616337256538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6219895616337256538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-tv.html' title='oh TV'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S4jVPJ6WUOI/AAAAAAAAAek/VxtG4Iz5qZk/s72-c/008sgpz5+iconseeyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7063048086369002796</id><published>2010-02-23T00:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:13:44.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>hello square one, nice to see you again</title><content type='html'>I'm back to applying for zoo jobs again.  I took some time off from it for a while because I craved some consistency and stability in my life after 4 and a half years of a seasonally nomadic existence. I wanted to sit still and stay on one place for a bit.  But while I really like my current job, it's not something that I can do for long, and I don't want to put down any really firm roots here (like a year long lease or something), so I'm back to trying to get a job I want for a while.  So far I have applied to three zoos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Park Zoo (Chicago, IL) for a seal keeper position&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Zoo (Dallas, TX) for a mammal keeper position&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Zoo (Jackson, MS) for a general keeper position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I get one of these jobs.  I just need to get a foot in at a zoo, go there, work for 2 or so years, then if I don't like it I will have the experience to try to get a position I might like better.  Ideally I would like a job around the Midwest so I'm not moving really far from my family, but Texas and Mississippi are both better than Oregon, and I've been there. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have not had any chocolate yet. This is actually quite impressive for me since I have dark chocolate squares and chocolate covered espresso beans in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7063048086369002796?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7063048086369002796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-square-one-nice-to-see-you-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7063048086369002796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7063048086369002796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-square-one-nice-to-see-you-again.html' title='hello square one, nice to see you again'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7208018795211680546</id><published>2010-02-18T21:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:22:04.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Lent is a four letter word</title><content type='html'>Today, I decided to give up something for Lent.  This is the first time I've ever done this.  I'm not really into giving things up, especially when I like them.  And what's the point of giving something up for Lent if you don't like it in the first place? This one is gonna be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doozy&lt;/span&gt; too!  Are you ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you SURE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE!  Yes, that's right, I am giving up chocolate for Lent.  She of the constant having of chocolate chip cookies, the near daily mocha, the lover of all things chocolate (especially dark), is giving up chocolate for Lent. Really, the largest downside to this plan that I see is that I'm going to have to find a new caffeine delivery system, because I NEED my caffeine! So, I figure that when I walk into Dunn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bro's&lt;/span&gt; Coffee in the morning, and the person behind the counter asks me if I would like my usual small skim mocha with whip (yes, they know me there, what of it?), I will have to politely inform them that for some crazy reason, this crazy woman decided to nix chocolate 'till Easter and ask instead for a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt; latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be an interesting few weeks. I'm going to have to stock up on fruit flavored hard candy, because I need something sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is it 'till Easter???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7208018795211680546?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7208018795211680546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent-is-four-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7208018795211680546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7208018795211680546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent-is-four-letter-word.html' title='Lent is a four letter word'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2415550273660992420</id><published>2010-01-24T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:36:33.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s kill time'/><title type='text'>laundry day</title><content type='html'>I just washed:&lt;br /&gt;3 pairs of jeans&lt;br /&gt;1 sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;2 t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;1 camisole&lt;br /&gt;2 bras&lt;br /&gt;all my socks and underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bathtub because my washer still doesn't work! Annoying roomie's dad thought he fixed it, and it does indeed spin now, but it doesn't fill with water. This is getting ridiculous! Normally I would just take my laundry to my parent's house to wash it, but all my work clothes were like 6 days dirty (in a place where you really only want them 3 or 4 days dirty) and I don't have time tomorrow before work to go clean them. I'm probably gonna need to run the dryer for 2 cycles to get them all dry. Oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a purring cat sitting on my lap, chewing on my sweatshirt string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2415550273660992420?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2415550273660992420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/laundry-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2415550273660992420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2415550273660992420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/laundry-day.html' title='laundry day'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8301242895898688343</id><published>2010-01-17T10:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:59:47.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Bored bored bored</title><content type='html'>I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go.  Really, nowhere at all, since it is a Sunday at noon!  Grr!  Oh well.  In lieu of doing something, have an awesome song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Xvn_Ku55cI"&gt;Relax, Take it Easy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8301242895898688343?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8301242895898688343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored-bored-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8301242895898688343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8301242895898688343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored-bored-bored.html' title='Bored bored bored'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6189485774775183908</id><published>2010-01-11T01:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:30:59.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>love, hate, as long as there's passion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0rhQQNVEoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0qw5vbYXnSE/s1600-h/were-the-world-mine-timothy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0rhQQNVEoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0qw5vbYXnSE/s400/were-the-world-mine-timothy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425396370466214530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0rhcro_9DI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Npg96oS7cF8/s1600-h/were-the-world-mine-3-jpg_w800_h600_fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0rhcro_9DI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Npg96oS7cF8/s400/were-the-world-mine-3-jpg_w800_h600_fit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425396583988458546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Were The World Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0rhPhWX93I/AAAAAAAAAd8/oGLyMOH-Af0/s1600-h/Yuletide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0rhPhWX93I/AAAAAAAAAd8/oGLyMOH-Af0/s400/Yuletide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425396357887686514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make The Yuletide Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with romantic movies. I love them because they make me happy and feel good. I hate them because they remind me that I don't have anyone, and I would really like to have someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post brought to you by the viewing of:&lt;br /&gt;Make the Yuletide Gay&lt;br /&gt;Were the World Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a straight female getting sappy and boyfriend wanting over two gay movies, what of it, they're sweet! And Were the World Mine has some great music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, if you haven't seen it, you must, and then you should watch the guy who plays Timothy, oh so gay, esp while dancing. Love It! So very Hay Gurl Hay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6189485774775183908?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6189485774775183908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-hate-as-long-as-theres-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6189485774775183908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6189485774775183908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-hate-as-long-as-theres-passion.html' title='love, hate, as long as there&apos;s passion!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0rhQQNVEoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0qw5vbYXnSE/s72-c/were-the-world-mine-timothy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4353796078040166924</id><published>2010-01-10T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:54:52.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>go team?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0n4Cb7BDaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WcKxUX8B37A/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0n4Cb7BDaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WcKxUX8B37A/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425139946883190178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic that I took is now 24" x 36", framed, hanging on someone's wall.  That's kinda cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4353796078040166924?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4353796078040166924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-team.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4353796078040166924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4353796078040166924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-team.html' title='go team?'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0n4Cb7BDaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WcKxUX8B37A/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7349912504840405128</id><published>2010-01-08T22:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:37:26.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I even look like a girl</title><content type='html'>Today I didn't have to work. &lt;br /&gt;Plan for day:&lt;br /&gt;get up at respectable time (8:30am)&lt;br /&gt;feed cat&lt;br /&gt;take shower&lt;br /&gt;get dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; sit on the computer for hours&lt;br /&gt;make bed&lt;br /&gt;gather laundry&lt;br /&gt;go to parent's house to do laundry&lt;br /&gt;buy groceries&lt;br /&gt;go to Home Goods&lt;br /&gt;get recipes from Grandma&lt;br /&gt;go home&lt;br /&gt;sew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How day went:&lt;br /&gt;Cat woke me up around 8am, so I fed him, shut my door, and set my alarm for 10am since I got less that 5 hours of sleep the night before and I was tired.  After Viktor ate, he came to my door and started meowing annoyingly, but in true tired parent fashion, I ignored him and went back to sleep.  Got out of bed around 10:20am, discovered fanfic, took shower, more fanfic, got dressed, made bed, left for parent's house around 2:30pm.  On the way I got coffee and stopped at work to get my schedule for this week.  Since all my jeans were dirty, I had put on dark purple tights, light khaki capris, and a cute pair of boots.  I also did my make up, put on earrings, and wore my cute coat.  usually I go to work with my hair in a pony tail, jeans, black t-shirt, no make up and tired looking.  The cute look went over well.  Now, if only there were any available guys at my work.  But alas, there are two males, the rest are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to my parent's house, put laundry in, went to Grandma's around 3:30, left there around 5:30, changed laundry, went grocery shopping, had dad change laundry while out, got back to parent's house, got laundry, finally got back to my house after 9pm, put all my stuff away, had a salad, and now we're here.   Ah well, at least I got the laundry and grocery shopping done. I bought fruit so I won't die of scurvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my cat in climbing in my closet and it's bugging me.  I would close the door, but then he just plays with the door which is also annoying since they swing and make noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Torchwood yesterday.  That is one dark show, but I love it to pieces and must buy it at my first opportunity. Ianto is the best ever, and I love him and Jack together. I believe that's all the rambling I have in me tonight.  I love my new computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7349912504840405128?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7349912504840405128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-even-look-like-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7349912504840405128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7349912504840405128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-even-look-like-girl.html' title='Sometimes I even look like a girl'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2757435558029907491</id><published>2010-01-03T19:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:05:20.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Hello there No One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FarikB42I/AAAAAAAAAds/wFd4uC3zc5o/s1600-h/viktor+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FarikB42I/AAAAAAAAAds/wFd4uC3zc5o/s320/viktor+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422715130389586786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should update this thing more often, but i don't think anyone but my mom reads it anyway, and I talk to her all the time!  I've had some life improvements since I last posted.  Since it's Christmas break, I've been Annoying Roommate Free since like, the weekend before Christmas.  It's been really really nice and I'm not looking forward to her coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FZCuDzN4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/qykr384I_XM/s1600-h/0004a872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FZCuDzN4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/qykr384I_XM/s320/0004a872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422713329589368706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 30th, I became a first time parent!  I got a 9 month old cat, previously named Andy, who I renamed Viktor!  He is now around 10 month old, and gets cuter, and more annoying, every day.  But I love him and he's fantastic and I LOVE having my own cat!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FZDm0OJfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CepB5Z-ItYY/s1600-h/000495e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FZDm0OJfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CepB5Z-ItYY/s320/000495e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422713344824845810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Viktor is really good for the stress and tension level in this house. He mellow people out a bit.  And when I get mad at AR, I can just go cuddle my cat, breathe, and calm down a bit before I kill her.  he is crazy playful and full of energy, and he is really a people cat.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FZ36I4RuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VUTRPp-8Nik/s1600-h/00044b3q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FZ36I4RuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VUTRPp-8Nik/s320/00044b3q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422714243364964066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He loves being where ever you are.  I had to bring him to my mom's house for the three days surrounding Christmas since I had to go there too because it snowed so much that I wouldn't have been able to get to work. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FZD7bBitI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rrr5E85yVSo/s1600-h/00048wq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FZD7bBitI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rrr5E85yVSo/s320/00048wq2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422713350356306642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He and my mom's cat Oliver got along great, the other cat would have been find with him given more time, and the dog loved Viktor, though Viktor wasn't a fan of her. So he's great and I love him and Mandy love's him, AR likes him, though I don't really care what she thinks.  Mandy had a dream the other night that someone came to take Viktor away and she was all "NNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" and tried to stop them, so I guess she really likes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FaaYozC9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/RpItH0M-KIk/s1600-h/0004bszt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FaaYozC9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/RpItH0M-KIk/s320/0004bszt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422714835667454930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a shiny new computer!  It's a HP Pavilion 17.3" widescreen with 4GB of RAM and 320GB hard drive.  I love it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2757435558029907491?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2757435558029907491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-there-no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2757435558029907491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2757435558029907491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-there-no-one.html' title='Hello there No One!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/S0FarikB42I/AAAAAAAAAds/wFd4uC3zc5o/s72-c/viktor+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2691658667830352846</id><published>2009-11-12T08:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:59:27.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s kill time'/><title type='text'>The continuing saga of crazy room mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SvwwrriAkhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GAv2JKYwIPg/s1600-h/katesdishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SvwwrriAkhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GAv2JKYwIPg/s400/katesdishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403247179915629074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have people coming to dinner tonight. This means I have to use the kitchen a lot today. I have to cook and bake and clean and stuff. All my dishes as of now are clean. I clean them in small groups shortly after I use them so they don't pile up and get annoying to me and everyone else. Sane roomie did hers last night, and now she just has a small bowl and a cup or something like that. Crazy roomie on the other hand, has had dishes piling up for a week. She has all of our sauce pans dirty (which I will need to use), one of them has water and some unknown foodstuff in it. It would be fine if she put the water in a little bit ago in preparation for washing her dishes, but she didn't. No, that water and foodstuff have been siting in that pan for a week. She also has a skillet, another pan, and a bunch of cups, bowls, plates, and flatware. It's a giant freaking pile of dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I see no reason why I should have to wash that pile of dishes. I keep up with mine in a timely fashion, I don't let them pile like that. They are hers, and she has had ample opportunity in the last two days (at least) to do them. Instead of washing her dishes, she takes a loooooong ass bath, or plays computer games, or does who knows what the hell else. She cleans the already clean living room, instead of cleaning the giant stinky pile of dishes containing pots and pans that are for communal use. It's not right or nice of her to dirty them and then leave them for a week so we can't use them unless we wash them ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get up this morning, and know that I'm going to have to ask her to do her dishes. So I'm in the kitchen putting away the clean dishes from the sink and counter so she doesn't have that excuse to work with. I say "Hey CR, can you do your dishes today?", and she says "Yeah, ok.", in a way that makes it clear she won't be and thinks I'm a crazy bitch for asking such a reasonable question. I tell her I would like them done by 4 since I have to cook and I have people coming over that evening. I wrote all this on out message board Tuesday night BTW. She says she's not going to be able to do that. She says, You could just do them Kira, and I inform her that they're her dishes and she is more than capable of cleaning them herself. She says that's not what she meant and I know it. I don't know what else she would have meant by that. SO I say that they are her dishes and she can clean them, I clean my dishes in a timely fashion since it's gross and rude to leave them so long; and if she can find time to take a long bath or play computer games, she can do he dishes. Through this I am very calm and reasonably rational. She on the other hand is getting mad and stubborn. She tells me to just do the dishes Kira, I do yours. She does not do my dishes. If she is on a cleaning jag and I have a few things sitting there she does them, but it's never a pile like this. And I would rather she didn't do them. So she tells me that I should just stop saying things out loud since she's not listening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have to deal with. There is absolutely no talking to this girl! I was perfectly justified in all of my calmly stated arguments, and she refuses to clean her dishes! So I will be cleaning the ones I need, and putting the rest of them in a bag in the basement. I tried reasonable, now I'm gonna go for drastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2691658667830352846?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2691658667830352846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/continuing-saga-of-crazy-room-mate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2691658667830352846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2691658667830352846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/continuing-saga-of-crazy-room-mate.html' title='The continuing saga of crazy room mate'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SvwwrriAkhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GAv2JKYwIPg/s72-c/katesdishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7437234347878719022</id><published>2009-10-29T22:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:52:41.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Reasons I Like Going to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sup-_u-KKUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RPCpv1YA9Gw/s1600-h/ChrisPine-1+andieshep.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sup-_u-KKUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RPCpv1YA9Gw/s320/ChrisPine-1+andieshep.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398266736762562882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sup-_TPzFxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AJtibsaKqsg/s1600-h/karl-wanttext2+eumelkeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sup-_TPzFxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AJtibsaKqsg/s320/karl-wanttext2+eumelkeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398266729320355602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my job doesn't suck&lt;br /&gt;-they put me in FL more often, and I like it there&lt;br /&gt;-when I'm having a bad day, it's not hard to find a dog to snuggle to make it all much better&lt;br /&gt;-the people don't suck&lt;br /&gt;-there's a cute boy that's really really nice to look at&lt;br /&gt;-especially when he wears his skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;-Shady&lt;br /&gt;-Yarkko&lt;br /&gt;-Cow &amp;amp; Moo&lt;br /&gt;-All the Lucys'&lt;br /&gt;-Beaglepalooza&lt;br /&gt;-I get paid&lt;br /&gt;-I get paid to do something that I actually like&lt;br /&gt;-cute boy&lt;br /&gt;-cute dogs&lt;br /&gt;-I think I'm losing weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes I start at 6:30am&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes I start at 6:30am and they put me in NY with the crazies and I have a headache and am tired and cranky and just want to go home&lt;br /&gt;-can't think of a third con&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7437234347878719022?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7437234347878719022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/reasons-i-like-going-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7437234347878719022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7437234347878719022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/reasons-i-like-going-to-work.html' title='Reasons I Like Going to Work'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sup-_u-KKUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RPCpv1YA9Gw/s72-c/ChrisPine-1+andieshep.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7552506450286310039</id><published>2009-10-16T21:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:36:11.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I tried to go without, but I really like living!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/StlJoCoN-nI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6KBrCiTMN8E/s1600-h/iron+man+atomiczgraphics.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/StlJoCoN-nI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6KBrCiTMN8E/s320/iron+man+atomiczgraphics.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393422981002033778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, food is expensive!! I spent $100 today on groceries! Well, about $85 was groceries, I also needed body wash and I bought this teal/aqua colored pashmina that was on clearance at Target. It's pretty, it can keep my cream one company! But back on topic: OMG!!! I've never spent that much on groceries! I have cost my mom that much on shopping trips when I was in college and such, but I personally have never bought that much. Oh man, I better not need food again for a long while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to groceries, I also went to Home Goods and Barnes &amp;amp; Noble today. At Home Goods I picked up two bowls and a matching mug for $1.99 each, and a set of 4 glasses for $4.99. At B&amp;amp;N I got a book, Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher, and a box of Godiva chocolates because they were 50% off and I couldn't resist. This new box of chocolates can join the box I got from the Godiva store the other day. The one from B&amp;amp;N is the Gold Ballotin 19pc, the other is a 27pc Dark Chocolate Assortment. I rarely ever buy yummy yummy chocolates like that, so I decided to treat myself when my mom and I went out for dinner the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to start my book tonight. In fact, I might just have to put on hold the fanfic I just started on and go read this! Yay for books!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7552506450286310039?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7552506450286310039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-tried-to-go-without-but-i-really-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7552506450286310039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7552506450286310039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-tried-to-go-without-but-i-really-like.html' title='I tried to go without, but I really like living!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/StlJoCoN-nI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6KBrCiTMN8E/s72-c/iron+man+atomiczgraphics.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1265760003850913468</id><published>2009-10-15T10:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:37:36.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>GrrArgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/StlKCrD5KgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ax8HsUs4Vno/s1600-h/009499bs+iconseeyou.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/StlKCrD5KgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ax8HsUs4Vno/s320/009499bs+iconseeyou.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423438532127234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a new place because the roommate of doom is getting to be too much to deal with. I really really hate looking for apartments. What's online on these apartment search sites can not possibly be all there is, but it's the easiest thing to look for, and I hate having not enough money. But I do have more money than I had, so that helps. Where do you people look when you're trying to find an apartment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I either want a studio for just me, or a 2 bed for me and the roommate that I like and also can;t stand anymore of the roomie of doom. Good roomie doesn't want to spend much more than we're spending now, so it just might be me all on my own, though I think she has it in her head that the only place we're gonna be able to find it gonna be like $2000/month each or something. Wish me luck, and give me advice please! Also, &lt;a href="http://misadventuresinlifeandlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="ljuser with-alias ljuser-name_cinderoni" user="cinderoni" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinderoni.livejournal.com/" title="Cindy"&gt;&lt;span class="useralias-value"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, wanna live with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1265760003850913468?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1265760003850913468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/grrargh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1265760003850913468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1265760003850913468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/grrargh.html' title='GrrArgh'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/StlKCrD5KgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ax8HsUs4Vno/s72-c/009499bs+iconseeyou.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-5148484898556819495</id><published>2009-08-25T22:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:31:55.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Wanderlust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpTTtsSyeDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QAXorFIhFU8/s1600-h/antelope-canyon-687674-xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpTTtsSyeDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QAXorFIhFU8/s400/antelope-canyon-687674-xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374153037297383474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was going to write about how I got a freaking job, but I'll leave that till later.  Right now I'm going to write about the crazy that is my head. &lt;small&gt;(and seriously, could I start more posts with "so"?)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know that I'm crazy.  Not certifiable, but bad enough.  One of those crazy aspects is how...not contrary, but I can't think of the right word right now, I can be.  But I like things that are opposite of each other.  I like black, but I also like very colorful things, for example.   I'm a homebody, but I love to travel.  I want to stay in one place for more than a year, but I'm always looking for a job somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that got me posting this was looking at&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v15/kirashapedgirl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=08_25_2009.jpg"&gt; this picture&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/"&gt;Dooce's&lt;/a&gt; website.  When I was in Oregon last summer, I couldn't wait to get home to flat land. And the instant I got home, I wanted the mountains back more than anything.  I wanted to go back to Arizona and see the red rocks, the high desert, the beautiful mountains of Colorado, the dry heat and wonderful scrub of Santa Fe.  God I miss it!  And the whole time I was in Oregon, I was yearning for green. I wanted green grass and rain and leafy trees and green grass!  Everything was dead and tan/brown.  But when we got through California and into Arizona a little way, I started to fall in love.  It was beautiful!  I loved driving down a mountain pass into a valley and seeing it all stretched out before me.  What I wouldn't have given to have been able to pull over and wander off to take rolls and roll of photos.  Black and white that I could develop in the darkroom I don't have.  I wanted to set up the perfect shot, swim in that pool we found (but was too cold to go in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay in Sedona and Santa Fe for days, weeks.  I want to move there and drink in the dry heat, bake in the sauna of the desert. Explore and live and run away from giant bugs and complain about the heat and work and play.  I want to go back so bad! I want to see the rest of the desert, take pictures of rocky outcroppings miles past where Jesus lost his sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpTTFhq6yxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-uEvBSsS8UU/s1600-h/toad-river-canada-1191509-xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpTTFhq6yxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-uEvBSsS8UU/s320/toad-river-canada-1191509-xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374152347251034898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I want to go &lt;a href="http://www.spruance.com/Olympic-National-Park.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.vulgare.net/wp-content/uploads/olympic-national-park.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.vulgare.net/olympic-national-park/&amp;amp;usg=__4JUr882w7qV7e0VrpnLPW7WY2kk=&amp;amp;h=1200&amp;amp;w=1600&amp;amp;sz=689&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;sig2=jAp8cG7vcTEheP1-CyW9Ag&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=mCE53zTJvGEoVM:&amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dolympic%2Bnational%2Bpark%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26hs%3Dv0B%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=-s-USs6OHoXmM9O10fsH"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and see trees covered in moss, and streams running through forests. I want to go back to England and explore the grassy hillsides, commune with the sheep. I want to go to huge cities in the hustle and bustle, or in calmer neighborhoods of those same busy cities. I want to go to Europe and find tiny bookstores tucked in side alleys in the Italian countryside.  And in any of these places, I could probably live happily...at least for a while.  At lease until my feet start calling again, wanting to wader away into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpTTFBMBEGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jAZNFyPxPpo/s1600-h/England+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpTTFBMBEGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jAZNFyPxPpo/s320/England+211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374152338531487842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God do I miss the high desert and the mountains.  I want to spend time in Colorado some day.  I want to move to Phoenix with my friend, see what a sprawling city is like, instead of one that goes straight up.  But the contrary part of me is, I look at pictures of the red rock mountains of Utah and Arizona and I gasp and the beauty and the longing, but I have the same result when I look at pictures of all the green in the English countryside.  I don't know id I'll ever be completely content to settle in one place, if my wanderlust will ever be sated. I guess only time will tell.  If would probably help if I actually wandered a little too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spruance.com/Olympic-National-Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-5148484898556819495?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5148484898556819495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanderlust.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5148484898556819495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5148484898556819495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanderlust.html' title='Wanderlust'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpTTtsSyeDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QAXorFIhFU8/s72-c/antelope-canyon-687674-xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1459347784693273851</id><published>2009-08-23T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:25:54.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i will never be without bookmarks again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpIkVjGSEKI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hOYdT5D7d6s/s1600-h/00312456_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpIkVjGSEKI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hOYdT5D7d6s/s320/00312456_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373397258023866530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this whole &lt;a href="http://delicious.com/"&gt;Delicious&lt;/a&gt; thing! I am a bookmarking, tagging fiend over here man! It's so nice, I will never be without my bookmarks again! That's gonna be one of the worst things abut changing computers or ever just internet operating services. When I switched computers, I obviously lost all my bookmarks/favorites, and now I will always have these. It's so nice! I've been bookmarking up a storm, a STORM I tells you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight mom dad and I went to see Zed Leppelin, the Led Zeppelin Tribute Band at the Lake Harriet Band shell. Then we rode the trolley. It was a very enjoyable evening. Good music, beautiful evening, brought food along, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have a second job. I had my working interview at the doggy daycare, and expressed my interest in the job, but nothing back yet. That was Tuesday. If I don't hear anything by the time I leave for work tomorrow, I'm gonna give them a call. The girl told me to think about it and email her, which I did. And then I sent a follow up email to make sure that my first one actually got there, but that one didn't get a response either, so looks like I'm gonna have to call. I hate calling people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote up a rental agreement last night because this whole situation is getting annoying, and no one else was going to get around to doing it, so I had to take the reins on that one. Big surprise there. Oh wait, no it's not. Mandy took it to her mom to see if that would work out, but she's not back yet. Hopefully it does, in which case we will all be paying $125/month in rent, which is a massively good deal. Not as good as free, but pretty much as close as you can get, considering we're living in a house, not a puny little apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's pretty much all that's new in my life. Well, and my birthday is in 9 days, on September 2nd. I will be 24. One more year before I can rent a car without incurring age penalties and fees. I'm gonna go read some HP fic I found again while I was updating my Delicious. Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1459347784693273851?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1459347784693273851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-never-be-without-bookmarks-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1459347784693273851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1459347784693273851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-never-be-without-bookmarks-again.html' title='i will never be without bookmarks again!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SpIkVjGSEKI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hOYdT5D7d6s/s72-c/00312456_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7115575582785926863</id><published>2009-08-15T22:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:46:55.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><title type='text'>I love the printing press</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SoedQIVOgTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/em-o8w5WhlM/s1600-h/007rtk15+iconseeyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SoedQIVOgTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/em-o8w5WhlM/s320/007rtk15+iconseeyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370433981102588210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without it, the public at large would probably still be mostly illiterate and I wouldn't have had the immense pleasure of reading fanfic for 6 hours straight tonight.  And as soon as I am done posting this small love note to the written word, I will be going back to the reading.  I love language!  And literacy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7115575582785926863?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7115575582785926863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-printing-press.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7115575582785926863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7115575582785926863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-printing-press.html' title='I love the printing press'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SoedQIVOgTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/em-o8w5WhlM/s72-c/007rtk15+iconseeyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2109962189251417446</id><published>2009-08-13T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:47:36.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Quite the quandary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SoT6ZpwAdtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RBbzSccFP4Y/s1600-h/3037602+driftedfar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SoT6ZpwAdtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RBbzSccFP4Y/s320/3037602+driftedfar.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369691974343358162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep, would much rather read fanfic, will regret fanfic decision in the morning, much more concerned with instant gratification. This is quite the quandary; which will win, sleep or reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a hint, sleeping never wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2109962189251417446?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2109962189251417446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/quite-quandary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2109962189251417446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2109962189251417446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/quite-quandary.html' title='Quite the quandary'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SoT6ZpwAdtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RBbzSccFP4Y/s72-c/3037602+driftedfar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4656394840280721607</id><published>2009-08-08T08:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:44:24.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>Precipitation</title><content type='html'>It's raining.  That was fine last night when I was all snug in my house enjoying the long missed sounds of a thunderstorm, but today I want it to be dry!  Today I have plans to go to art fairs, and they are no fun in the rain!  If I knew it was going to keep raining, I would have stayed asleep; I'm so tired.  And oddly enough, I don't really feel like reading.  So I think I'm gonna go and start cutting out my mom's purse while watching Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles.  The only problem with this plan is that my hands hurt.  I think I've been using them too much.  And after typing out a few blog posts last night, I think typing might be a contributing factor to my hand pain as well as sewing/knitting/work.  This whole pain thing is really not fun and I would like it to stop now kthnxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4656394840280721607?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4656394840280721607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/precipitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4656394840280721607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4656394840280721607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/precipitation.html' title='Precipitation'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8277148145536207627</id><published>2009-08-08T01:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:23:24.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sn010S2ylxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/M0U6YLHF_jE/s1600-h/3037602+teh_indy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sn010S2ylxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/M0U6YLHF_jE/s320/3037602+teh_indy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367505503426615058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shouldn't have had that mocha at 8:30pm.  That was an all around bad idea.  I have no desire, and every need, to go to bed right now.  Hell, for what time I need to wake up, I should have been asleep hours ago.  Mom and I are going to a few art fairs tomorrow, and we want to get an early start because it's supposed to be beastly hot.  Hopefully the weather is wrong and it doesn't get to 91, but I won't hold my breath for that one.  Ok, I'm off to try to sleep.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8277148145536207627?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8277148145536207627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/caffeine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8277148145536207627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8277148145536207627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sn010S2ylxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/M0U6YLHF_jE/s72-c/3037602+teh_indy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-2557944655441618619</id><published>2009-08-05T19:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:01:06.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Maybe I should post some actual content</title><content type='html'>I've been posting a lot of nonsense and drivel lately. Not that it terrible matters because no one really reads this except me. But if I'm gonna have to look at it, I might as well put something here about my life. I applied to a few more jobs a week or so back. On of them was at a doggy daycare called &lt;a href="http://www.downtowndogsminneapolis.com/"&gt;Downtown Dogs&lt;/a&gt;. I emailed, then got a response saying "Hey lazybones, come in a fill out a app, dork." So I did, then got called back and set up an interview. First interview time ended up clashing with work, so I called back to reschedule. Person who I needed was in a meeting, and didn't call me back that day. Just as I was going to call yet again the next day, she called back, and we rescheduled for Monday the 10th. The she called me back again saying that Oops, I have something that day and time. So NOW I have an interview there on Tuesday at 3pm. Hopefully it doesn't go more than an hour because I have to work at 5, which means I like to be out of the house and on the road by 4. But I will be a little closer to work coming from the interview rather than my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I get this job. It's working with animals, and is pretty much a job I've done in the past. Well, more of a conglomeration of various jobs I've done. If they don't hire me, they're crazy. I am totally qualified! Hell, I'm probably over qualified, but hopefully they'll hire me anyway. The I can push back my JoAnn's jobs to fewer hours and not have to drive all the way out to Maple Grove quite so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my roomie Mandy's cousin had a baby girl, and Mandy's mom bought two onesies and a hat off of me. Yay! She got these three:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnpHGx1zm0I/AAAAAAAAAZk/J3QXZBhH1tM/s1600-h/IMG_1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnpHGx1zm0I/AAAAAAAAAZk/J3QXZBhH1tM/s320/IMG_1169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366680087749172034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnpHGZHTxQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HqLPJkxnMF0/s1600-h/Kira%27s+Stuff+021a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnpHGZHTxQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HqLPJkxnMF0/s320/Kira%27s+Stuff+021a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366680081111696642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnpHFzIffDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MG-iht1Ru5k/s1600-h/Kira%27s+Stuff+003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnpHFzIffDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MG-iht1Ru5k/s320/Kira%27s+Stuff+003a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366680070916111410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-2557944655441618619?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2557944655441618619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-i-should-post-some-actual-content.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2557944655441618619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/2557944655441618619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-i-should-post-some-actual-content.html' title='Maybe I should post some actual content'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnpHGx1zm0I/AAAAAAAAAZk/J3QXZBhH1tM/s72-c/IMG_1169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8480703965643947275</id><published>2009-08-04T00:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:47:19.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Songs I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Snfng_wsZJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qfC3CKHof0A/s1600-h/004aa9eg+iconseeyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Snfng_wsZJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qfC3CKHof0A/s320/004aa9eg+iconseeyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366012035092735122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolero (from the closing credits of Moulin Rouge)- Moulin Rouge 2 soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Riverwide, The Difficult Kind-  Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;My Body Is A Cage- Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;Bella's Lullaby- Twilight Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;While My Guitar Gently Weeps- The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida, Lost!- Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Hands of Time- Groove Armada&lt;br /&gt;Warm Tape, Road Trippin', We Believe- Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;When Water Comes To Life- Cloud Cult&lt;br /&gt;I've Gotta Feeling- Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Here With Me- Dido&lt;br /&gt;Let Go- Frou Frou&lt;br /&gt;Mexico- Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Lucky- Bif Naked&lt;br /&gt;Wild Horses- The Sundays&lt;br /&gt;Hermes Bird- Remy Zero&lt;br /&gt;For What It's Worth- Buffalo Springfield&lt;br /&gt;Existentialism on Prom Night- Straylight Run&lt;br /&gt;White Houses- Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wax poetic about Bolero, because it is totally worthy of poetic waxing, but then I could probably was poetic about most of these songs.  Some I like even more than others, but these are some of the songs that, when they come up on my MP3 or WMP playlist, I don't ever skip.  I might occasionally skip one or two of them, but that's very rare.  Most of these, I could just play, lay back on my bed, and breathe to.  I love music, I don't know what I would do if I went deaf or music was suddenly outlawed, but I don't want to find out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8480703965643947275?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8480703965643947275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/songs-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8480703965643947275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8480703965643947275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/songs-i-love.html' title='Songs I love'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Snfng_wsZJI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qfC3CKHof0A/s72-c/004aa9eg+iconseeyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8545611448541736543</id><published>2009-08-02T03:01:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:19:29.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><title type='text'>My brain, it's all eated up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnVl6YuPBGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OS7lACCFo6M/s1600-h/karl-wanttext2+eumelkeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnVl6YuPBGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OS7lACCFo6M/s320/karl-wanttext2+eumelkeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365306584825005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Snb_9NN6jHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OU1A3OfXCOI/s1600-h/doom5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Snb_9NN6jHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OU1A3OfXCOI/s320/doom5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365757433043651698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanfic has eaten my brain...again.  I really need to stop bringing my comp over to my bed at night, it's making for more reading and less sleeping, and I really should be sleeping. Just got done reading ad AU Doom/ST Reboot crossover, and it was absolutely fanfuckingtastic! If you haven't seen either movie, then you would love or appreciate it as much as I do, but really, great writing, fantastic story, awesome ending.  It was so much love. And if you haven't seen either Doom or Star Trek XI, well, what the HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR! Go!  NOW! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8545611448541736543?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8545611448541736543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-brain-its-all-eated-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8545611448541736543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8545611448541736543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-brain-its-all-eated-up.html' title='My brain, it&apos;s all eated up'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SnVl6YuPBGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OS7lACCFo6M/s72-c/karl-wanttext2+eumelkeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1487554800133429924</id><published>2009-07-26T00:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:48:49.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><title type='text'>Oh dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SmwKW_kv5GI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1RdrzemeF7Q/s1600-h/Q017+zed_pm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SmwKW_kv5GI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1RdrzemeF7Q/s320/Q017+zed_pm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362672646430385250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitting is usually a nice relaxing hobby for me.  I spend a movie or two calmly knitting together some sock or lace shawl or other, and come away from the whole experience feeling some sense of accomplishment and relaxation.  Well kiddies, NOT TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you, knitting for 13 hours on a deadline is possibly one of the least relaxing things you can do while not risking the potential of grievous bodily harm at the hands of fate or some horrible person who wants to torture you. And we all know, fate is a cruel bitch.  I am tired and I am sore, and at this very moment, I want very much to never pick up a knitting needle ever again.  ...Well, no, that's not true, well at least the part about not wanting to see a knitting needle.  But I am sore.  My hands hurt, my arms hurt, my back and knees and head and neck all hurt.  And I'm not done yet!  I have to do this all again tomorrow...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;, later today. Why did I knit for so long today if it wasn't fun, you may ask?  I did it so my room mate's mom can bring the comfort shawl I'm knitting to her friend in the hospital.  And hopefully she'll only be there for a few more days, so I want to get it done by tomorrow night so Meg can give it to her friend. And so I can get monies.  No no no, I'm not doing this for free.  I'm also not doing it at cost.  I am broke and there are many things I would have rather spent my day doing, than knitting almost two skeins of Homespun.   I have about 24 more rows left in the second skein, but I just couldn't do it any more. My hands are really starting to revolt.  Though if I find enough to read on the comp tonight, maybe I'll go get my work from the living room and see if I can finish that last skein up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I watched some movies, and some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wonderfalls&lt;/span&gt;, that was fun at least. Got to see Karl Urban wearing pretty much nothing and swinging swords around. (bonus points if you can name that movie)  So now, I am going to read some lovely Star Trek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt;, and then go to bed.  Then I'm going to get up, shower, knit if I have time, go to parents house, go to musical, come home, and finish knitting.  It should actually be done by tomorrow night...hopefully.  If it's not done by midnight, I'm going to bed because I have to work at 10am on Monday, which means I have to get up by 8am. Oi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1487554800133429924?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1487554800133429924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-dear-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1487554800133429924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1487554800133429924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-dear-god.html' title='Oh dear God'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SmwKW_kv5GI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1RdrzemeF7Q/s72-c/Q017+zed_pm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6875143858334459885</id><published>2009-07-20T23:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:30:41.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>The most fun I've had in a long while</title><content type='html'>The Murder Mystery Party was, as is stated in my title for this post, the MOST FUN I'VE HAD IN LIKE FOREVER!!!!  At the very least, probably the most fun I've had since graduating college.  It was just a blast! I got to hang out with my friends who I haven't seen in far too long (though, when you're 23, three weeks is far too long!), ate great food, drank some wine, played a game, and took lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We each had our characters, and we had a booklet that went along with each character.  Inside there was info that we had to tell about other people, and info about ourselves that we didn't want coming out.  There were four rounds, and then we took a guess on who did it, then in the back of each booklet there was a bit to the end of the story about who did it and who didn't and why and whatnot.  It was fabulous! I can't even get over how much fun I had.  We are planing to have another one, which will probably be a potluck so Kelly (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toria&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nika&lt;/span&gt;, but mostly Kelly) doesn't have to pay for everything and do so much work.  There are themes for other ones and it's all fantastically great fun.  I can't wait till Kelly gets the pics up, they are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nika&lt;/span&gt; made everyone place signs with their character's name on them and objects that pertain to their character.  My character was Evelyn C Leigh, called EC.  She was a cheerleader in high school.  On my poster is says EC, and there is a mega phone, and balloons, and a chain cutout of girls in skirts and a speak balloon saying Go Team!  I put it on my bedroom door, because I'm totally still 12, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done, we went out in the back yard to get pics of everyone with their sign, and I did them like mug shots, it's pretty cool.  The we took a few group shots of various kinds, girls pics, guys pics, and random other stuff.  The we sat around and hung out and stuff until like 9pm.  I had such a great time!  I miss these people so much!  I realize how much of a hermit I am when I get around my friends and need to be around them for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squeeing&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6875143858334459885?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6875143858334459885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-fun-ive-had-in-long-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6875143858334459885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6875143858334459885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-fun-ive-had-in-long-while.html' title='The most fun I&apos;ve had in a long while'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-5824500299301077689</id><published>2009-07-10T20:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:11:10.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>I got a nibble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I applied to some more zoos.  One of the places I applied was the &lt;a href="http://www.garden-city.org/zoo/zoolayout.html?home.html"&gt;Lee Richardson Zoo&lt;/a&gt; in Garden City, Kansas.  I sent in the app probably about a week and a half ago.  They called me yesterday to set up an interview, but I was at work and didn't get the message till everyone there was gone for the day, so I called back today and have a phone interview set up for tomorrow at 1pm.  I hope it goes well, I could really use this job.  They pay well, and they have benefits, both of which I need. I would have to move to Kansas, of all places, but at least it wouldn't be Texas. I applied for a job is Texas and Tennessee both.  Kansas is probably the best choice of the three. Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-5824500299301077689?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5824500299301077689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-nibble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5824500299301077689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5824500299301077689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-nibble.html' title='I got a nibble'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8294065508804583896</id><published>2009-07-08T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:45:18.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>Arachnophobia</title><content type='html'>There are itty bitty tiny spiders all over my room and I don't know why or where they came from.  They're mostly congregating in the corner by my lamp, but there were some on my desk and by my window and I'm really creeped out.  Icky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8294065508804583896?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8294065508804583896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/arachnophobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8294065508804583896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8294065508804583896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/arachnophobia.html' title='Arachnophobia'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8798895480658354700</id><published>2009-07-04T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:19:11.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><title type='text'>Etsy FTW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SlANm4rRQPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zwry2BSRZTY/s1600-h/100_5075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SlANm4rRQPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zwry2BSRZTY/s320/100_5075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354794918643581170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made my first sale ever on Etsy!  OMG YAY!!!  So much WIN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8798895480658354700?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8798895480658354700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/etsy-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8798895480658354700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8798895480658354700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/etsy-ftw.html' title='Etsy FTW!!!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SlANm4rRQPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zwry2BSRZTY/s72-c/100_5075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1752327287661513450</id><published>2009-07-01T21:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:35:28.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><title type='text'>Awesome new stuff!</title><content type='html'>I added some cool new things for sale over at my crafts blog.  &lt;a href="http://sassafrashandicrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Go check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool baby hats and pincushions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1752327287661513450?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1752327287661513450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-new-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1752327287661513450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1752327287661513450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-new-stuff.html' title='Awesome new stuff!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3689480733664121104</id><published>2009-06-30T15:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:52:21.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>I'm minorly suprised I've never been injured</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ_srXaVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qfN2bKhEUMU/s1600-h/100_4846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ_srXaVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qfN2bKhEUMU/s320/100_4846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250531082463570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like animals.  I always have, and I've worked with a lot of them. Frankly, I'm a little surprised I haven't lost a finger, hand, limb, my life yet.  Well, not really that surprised, I'm very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ_QzAAmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8ORH7ZOhBpE/s1600-h/100_4836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ_QzAAmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8ORH7ZOhBpE/s320/100_4836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250523598291554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been really close to a lot of animals that people usually don't get that close to.  The above picture,  for instance, is me about 8 or so feet from a male black bear.  I've been much much closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ-yTBieI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uNlgPh1vyPM/s1600-h/100_4810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ-yTBieI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uNlgPh1vyPM/s320/100_4810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250515411110370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But as of yet, I've never been bit or intentionally scratched or clawed at by anything I have pet or been very close to. Though, in this pic, the capybara is attempting to chew on my shirt.  It's a giant rodent and I had been cutting up food for the last 2 hours, what do you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ-nsP7qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FBfihViFwqg/s1600-h/100_4560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ-nsP7qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FBfihViFwqg/s320/100_4560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250512564121250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have gotten unintentional scratches, but if you hold something that doesn't get a regular mani/pedi, you're gonna get a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ-ZXaY6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/N0ZdRmcFHxg/s1600-h/100_4216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ-ZXaY6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/N0ZdRmcFHxg/s320/100_4216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250508718629794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does it look like I'm really close to the giraffe in this pic?  That's because I really really am.  But I'm not an idiot.  I loved my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQL47IqeI/AAAAAAAAATs/m8DWS4HsKqI/s1600-h/100_4748c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQL47IqeI/AAAAAAAAATs/m8DWS4HsKqI/s320/100_4748c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249641016633826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really loved my job.  This guy is twice my height.  He's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQLoOIFsI/AAAAAAAAATk/iJXqUeb-P3Q/s1600-h/100_4561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQLoOIFsI/AAAAAAAAATk/iJXqUeb-P3Q/s320/100_4561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249636532885186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my favorite animal in all the zoo last summer, followed very closely by the giraffe from a few pics up.  He's such a neat boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQLXfcM5I/AAAAAAAAATc/XKViJj-yfOA/s1600-h/100_4391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQLXfcM5I/AAAAAAAAATc/XKViJj-yfOA/s320/100_4391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249632042103698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, I really am standing that close to a rhino. It was pretty much awesome. When you're shoveling poop most of the day, it's nice to get the occasional awesome perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqWwn2fM9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Ty4p5FEweGA/s1600-h/100_4814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqWwn2fM9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Ty4p5FEweGA/s320/100_4814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353256869158663122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that is my hand, feeding a grape to a lemur.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQLHU-BQI/AAAAAAAAATU/saZjrCE-rj0/s1600-h/100_4575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQLHU-BQI/AAAAAAAAATU/saZjrCE-rj0/s320/100_4575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249627703215362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope, there's no glass or fence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQKxyz48I/AAAAAAAAATM/tOnHqlqTHM4/s1600-h/100_4869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQKxyz48I/AAAAAAAAATM/tOnHqlqTHM4/s320/100_4869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249621922800578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here either.  Awesome huh?  I miss animals.  I miss working in the zoo.   I miss brown bear lips reaching for dried berries, scratching tiger butts through fences, getting licked by a cheetah, petting a leopard and treating it meat.  I miss tigers playing in the water of a hose, watching the bears scowl at us for giving them coconuts (which are harder to get into than you may think). Hell, I miss having a pet.  I want a zoo job, I want my PhD, I want a lot of things.  Mostly, I want to be back with my animals, or new ones.   Oh kids, you guys were so great.  Thanks for not killing me.  And to me, thanks for not being an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3689480733664121104?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3689480733664121104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-minorly-suprised-ive-never-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3689480733664121104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3689480733664121104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-minorly-suprised-ive-never-been.html' title='I&apos;m minorly suprised I&apos;ve never been injured'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkqQ_srXaVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qfN2bKhEUMU/s72-c/100_4846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7431527363319842400</id><published>2009-06-28T00:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:02:59.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkcixqmwOOI/AAAAAAAAATE/DTTb71WDJ5I/s1600-h/bass+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkcixqmwOOI/AAAAAAAAATE/DTTb71WDJ5I/s320/bass+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352284918798891234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I went fishing today!  It was really fun.  We were gonna leave early this morning, but it started raining late last night and when I wok up at 6:30am was still going.  We gave it till 8am, and then decided to just go later in the day/evening.  We left for the lake (we ended up on Eagle Lake I think) around 2-ish, got fishing liscences, and went a fishing!  We don't have a boat, we have a canoe, and it took me all of 30 seconds to remember that canoes scare me.  Especially when it's windy and the water is more choppy, like it was today.  But we didn't tip over.  Mainly stuck to the shoreline around lily pads and reeds that broke the waves nicely.  I caught like 7 or 8 fish total.  A sunny or two, two bass, a blue gill, and a few of something else I can't remember right now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkcixV1OjZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yWULsfINga8/s1600-h/bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkcixV1OjZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yWULsfINga8/s320/bass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352284913222454674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over my irrational fear of the canoe, and had a great time.  Dad caught a lot more fish than I did, but it's all good.  He's got that whole jig lure thing down a lot better than I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7431527363319842400?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7431527363319842400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7431527363319842400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7431527363319842400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SkcixqmwOOI/AAAAAAAAATE/DTTb71WDJ5I/s72-c/bass+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3160532693890799548</id><published>2009-06-25T13:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:25:45.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><title type='text'>Braaaaaaiiinssss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jimhillmedia.com/mb/images/upload/Star-Trek-Chris-Pine-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 270px;" src="http://www.jimhillmedia.com/mb/images/upload/Star-Trek-Chris-Pine-web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek Reboot (XI) has eaten my brain.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3160532693890799548?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3160532693890799548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/braaaaaaiiinssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3160532693890799548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3160532693890799548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/braaaaaaiiinssss.html' title='Braaaaaaiiinssss!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1789761552428662293</id><published>2009-06-24T22:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:43:16.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>Ok that took long for a whole lot of nothing</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to get my display language back to English.  It was stupidly easy, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all I'm gonna say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been gone from here for a while!  Still broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gave me a new hard drive for the laptop I'm using and I have successfully loaded Windows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; onto it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm not running Linux anymore!  And now I should be able to connect my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; to this comp and get my stuff off of it/use it on there.  I'm so excited! Now I have to go find a pretty picture for my desktop, because this whole default rolling hills thing isn't really working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by pretty, I men pretty boys.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1789761552428662293?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1789761552428662293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-that-took-long-for-whole-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1789761552428662293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1789761552428662293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-that-took-long-for-whole-lot-of.html' title='Ok that took long for a whole lot of nothing'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-5318311963500257801</id><published>2009-05-25T20:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:17:32.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>HELP!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I did, but now my top navigation bar and all buttons and text relating to using blogger are in a different language!  I can post in English, and all the stuff I have posted (all user content) is in English, but everything else is in like Arabic or something.  How do I fix this!!???!!??!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-5318311963500257801?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5318311963500257801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5318311963500257801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5318311963500257801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/help.html' title='HELP!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3913863057816995721</id><published>2009-05-20T23:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:12:05.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Look...more paint</title><content type='html'>I'm painting my parents' fence surrounding the yard.  I am doing this for money, so I am all for it.  the only problem is that it's a lot of fence. This is not a small yard, and the fence is at least as tall as me in all places, taller in most.  About half of it has large bush roses growing in front of it, and I would rather not a) scratch myself to hell, or b) ruin the bushes. Mom said something about putting a large board down and/or having someone hold them back while I paint.  Well, I'm going to go paint for a few hours tomorrow, and I will be starting on the parts not covered by thorns. There is a significant portion of the fence (i.e. the other half), that I should be able to get done. I'm gonna break out the rollers tomorrow, so hopefully the rest will go faster than the first little bit I did with a brush.  Yeah...that was fun.  oh wait, no it wasn't.  but it will all be worth it.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3913863057816995721?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3913863057816995721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lookmore-paint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3913863057816995721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3913863057816995721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lookmore-paint.html' title='Look...more paint'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4596035241610993488</id><published>2009-05-11T00:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:32:37.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>OMG YAY!</title><content type='html'>We finally have the interwebs! Hello from my new  house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand...goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4596035241610993488?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4596035241610993488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4596035241610993488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4596035241610993488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-yay.html' title='OMG YAY!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4825516471675623024</id><published>2009-05-10T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:59:38.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog sitting'/><title type='text'>Grrargh!!!</title><content type='html'>He snuck out the back, he won't come in.  I have to go to church!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4825516471675623024?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4825516471675623024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/grrargh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4825516471675623024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4825516471675623024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/grrargh.html' title='Grrargh!!!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7783064388438040623</id><published>2009-05-09T22:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:54:28.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>Just maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.lesterchan.net/images/apple/ipod_touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 414px;" src="http://files.lesterchan.net/images/apple/ipod_touch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get one of these to replace it.  I really want one!!!&lt;div&gt;And I would totally get it engraved.  It would say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally!  Kira's ipod!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe it would say something different.  Maybe it will be a long time before I get one, or maybe I will never get around to getting one.  But one thing is for sure, I need NEED &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NEED!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;an MP3 player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;*le sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7783064388438040623?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7783064388438040623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7783064388438040623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7783064388438040623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-maybe.html' title='Just maybe...'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8508614013696840772</id><published>2009-05-09T21:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:54:45.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>Lost: One MP3 player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/02/72/42/72/0002724272181_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/02/72/42/72/0002724272181_215X215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my MP3 player!  It's as if I am missing a limb, I swear!  I listen to that thing constantly, and I've been missing it since I moved on Monday.  I am so sad!  Granted, it was only like $85, but still!  I love that darn little thing.  It was so cute and small, but held just enough songs for me, and pictures too!  It fit in my pocket perfectly.  I miss it so much.  I don't think i can cook/back without it, and my driving has  been so much less interesting to listen to.  Ugh, radio only.  I really hope I find it soon!  Woe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8508614013696840772?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8508614013696840772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-one-mp3-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8508614013696840772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8508614013696840772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-one-mp3-player.html' title='Lost: One MP3 player'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3448553553304004743</id><published>2009-05-06T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:37:13.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog sitting'/><title type='text'>Adventures in dog sitting</title><content type='html'>I'm dog sitting for the next few days. He likes to steal things, and let you know about it.  I walked in and put my shoes for work down, and he immediately picked on up and walked out on to the sunporch with it. He doesn't keep the stuff, or fight giving it back, he just grabs stuff and walks away with it. A minute ago he walked into the room with a blue teddy bear. Pretty sure it's not his.  Silly dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3448553553304004743?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3448553553304004743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures-in-dog-sitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3448553553304004743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3448553553304004743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures-in-dog-sitting.html' title='Adventures in dog sitting'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3512811651671187357</id><published>2009-05-06T15:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:32:29.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winning stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>Something for nothing</title><content type='html'>I want to win something.  I enter contests at different places (especially &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pioneer&lt;/span&gt; Woman&lt;/a&gt;) all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, and gosh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;darnit&lt;/span&gt;, I want to win one of them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3512811651671187357?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3512811651671187357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-for-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3512811651671187357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3512811651671187357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-for-nothing.html' title='Something for nothing'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3478515320975182935</id><published>2009-05-06T10:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:53:41.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Random work stuff</title><content type='html'>JoAnn's is sending me to Fargo next week. I'll be there Monday through Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should never answer my phone when I think it's work calling. At least I'll be getting paid more than I thought I would this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazyness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3478515320975182935?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3478515320975182935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-work-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3478515320975182935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3478515320975182935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-work-stuff.html' title='Random work stuff'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7279892824719905901</id><published>2009-05-06T09:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:59:29.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><title type='text'>It's a process</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much moved in.  I have all my big stuff, like bed, dresser, desk etc in the room and set up how I want them. I even bought a lamp yesterday, since my lamp finally died while trying to move it.  It was one of those &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=10800258"&gt;octopus lamps&lt;/a&gt; with the 5 heads and different colored plastic shades, and I've had it for like 5 years, it finally went kaput. After that many years of light bulbs that were apparently too strong for the lamp, the sades were brittle and crumbling apart, so I trashed it and got a new lamp.  I just have little things to move it now. Artsy stuff that's laying all around my pathetic looking room at my parents house.  I'm gonna move that stuff today, then dog sit till Sunday.  And after work, mom is taking my grocery shopping!  Gotta make the most of it since this is probably the last time she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to check out other internet related stuff, since we still don't have the internet at my new house (I'm at the parents house right now), and then I need to gather up the rest of the stuff I want, shove it in the car, and check on the dog.  Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7279892824719905901?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7279892824719905901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-process.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7279892824719905901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7279892824719905901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-process.html' title='It&apos;s a process'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8660999435857203592</id><published>2009-05-03T22:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:17:07.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sf56N8ojshI/AAAAAAAAASk/ws8a9xcdAmg/s1600-h/candy22a+xconic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sf56N8ojshI/AAAAAAAAASk/ws8a9xcdAmg/s200/candy22a+xconic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331833388886372882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted yesterday, finished up today after church.  My new room is painted, some of my stuff is already there, and the rest of it is going tomorrow. Now I am tired and going to sleep  I will take pics and blog all about it when we get internet there.  Laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8660999435857203592?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8660999435857203592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/purple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8660999435857203592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8660999435857203592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/purple.html' title='Purple'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sf56N8ojshI/AAAAAAAAASk/ws8a9xcdAmg/s72-c/candy22a+xconic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7697632321999685349</id><published>2009-04-30T23:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:57:08.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><title type='text'>the color of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SfqdBR26GtI/AAAAAAAAASc/LO1IP3bz7oU/s1600-h/Mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SfqdBR26GtI/AAAAAAAAASc/LO1IP3bz7oU/s320/Mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330745754245536466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Color of the wall in my current room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have paint chips picked out. I can't decide if one of the colors is going to be too dark, so I think I'm gonna see if I can get a few of those little samples tomorrow after work. Then I'm gonna go to the house, slap some (neatly) on the walls, and see what I like. I know the color I'm going to have on three of the walls, it's the accent wall I don't know about. I have the accent wall narrowed down to two colors of purple. I would go with a red wall again, but I have a red wall in my bedroom now, and though I love it completely to death, I think, new house, new color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7697632321999685349?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7697632321999685349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/color-of-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7697632321999685349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7697632321999685349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/color-of-our-lives.html' title='the color of our lives'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SfqdBR26GtI/AAAAAAAAASc/LO1IP3bz7oU/s72-c/Mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4793481544464746295</id><published>2009-04-29T20:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:10:20.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Things I realized today</title><content type='html'>I could have a cat! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SfkWNpfSbsI/AAAAAAAAASE/kWzEFjNm5wk/s1600-h/donotwant+lanning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SfkWNpfSbsI/AAAAAAAAASE/kWzEFjNm5wk/s200/donotwant+lanning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330316057700888258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rats!  And my rats can have ittle teddys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SfkWN4zbXgI/AAAAAAAAASM/2yFfwvX6BA8/s1600-h/mouseteddy+lanning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SfkWN4zbXgI/AAAAAAAAASM/2yFfwvX6BA8/s200/mouseteddy+lanning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330316061811891714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make my own curtains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make silk flower arrangements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I work at a craft store, I would get discounts of half of this list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4793481544464746295?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4793481544464746295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-realized-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4793481544464746295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4793481544464746295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-realized-today.html' title='Things I realized today'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SfkWNpfSbsI/AAAAAAAAASE/kWzEFjNm5wk/s72-c/donotwant+lanning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7644253662716860366</id><published>2009-04-28T23:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:37:35.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Fresh paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SffzO4v4Q3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/fcMTfzU4L4c/s1600-h/009499bs+iconseeyou.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SffzO4v4Q3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/fcMTfzU4L4c/s200/009499bs+iconseeyou.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329996121093194610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change is near, I can see the light and I don't think it's a train! There is an open window, and it's not to throw myself out of but to let the fresh wonderful air of change in. Now I just need to get that job and I'm home free for a while. Hope along with me people! Because either way, I'm gone!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And I really need the money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And after that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SffzO1suGuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G7F4yBm_80o/s1600-h/00983831+iconseeyou.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SffzO1suGuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G7F4yBm_80o/s200/00983831+iconseeyou.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329996120274639586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7644253662716860366?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7644253662716860366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/fresh-paint.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7644253662716860366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7644253662716860366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/fresh-paint.html' title='Fresh paint'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SffzO4v4Q3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/fcMTfzU4L4c/s72-c/009499bs+iconseeyou.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3818423595627615661</id><published>2009-04-27T21:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:31:04.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Guess what I ate last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sfad-L9b6DI/AAAAAAAAARs/pyLrmt9v3Nk/s1600-h/izz05+truntles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sfad-L9b6DI/AAAAAAAAARs/pyLrmt9v3Nk/s200/izz05+truntles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329620900727482418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a piece of Sushi last night.  A friend and I went out to &lt;a href="http://www.aziarestaurant.com/"&gt;Azia&lt;/a&gt; in Minneapolis.  It was really nice.  Great atmosphere, cool building, and really good food. I wasn't that hungry, so I got the cranberry puffs of the starters menu and a glass of red Zinfandel. He got the sushi, and I tried a piece of his.  It was a crunchy roll, and I'm not sure what was in it, but I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; it had any fish. The thing I could taste the most was the sea weed.  It was weird, and next time I eat sushi (because now I need to try one with fish), I'll be prepared for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3818423595627615661?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3818423595627615661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-what-i-ate-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3818423595627615661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3818423595627615661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-what-i-ate-last-night.html' title='Guess what I ate last night'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sfad-L9b6DI/AAAAAAAAARs/pyLrmt9v3Nk/s72-c/izz05+truntles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-595370513640348552</id><published>2009-04-26T18:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:31:20.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>It's nice to get out of the house part 2</title><content type='html'>I went dancing last night!  It was much of the fun.  Mandy and I went out at like midnight, went to one club, danced for a while, then went to another one and continued.  And damn does that girl need some cock blocking! Holy God! First off, this girl is taller than me anyway (not hard when you're 5'2"), and then she was in like 4" heels!  So she tall, this, has a large ass, and blond.  Of course she's going to get creeped on. Me?  Not so much.  I am the champion cock blocker. I think she had to move me away from someone once or twice, but who's going to creep on me when I'm standing next to the Amazon.  Bitch.  Love her to death, but I always forget that going out with her is bad for my self esteem until I get to her house and see her.  Anyway, it was fun times, got to dance to some good music, and I'm gonna have to hit up both clubs again some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-595370513640348552?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/595370513640348552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-nice-to-get-out-of-house-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/595370513640348552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/595370513640348552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-nice-to-get-out-of-house-part-2.html' title='It&apos;s nice to get out of the house part 2'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4833364385734924013</id><published>2009-04-23T00:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:37:54.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domesticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life? gotta get me one of those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Quilting, and other domesticities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm starting a new quilt!  I've made 4 already, two that required piecing according to a pattern, and two that were made out of 4" flannel squares sewn together in a pattern.  I am now making a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Make-Quilt-Day-Cabin-Pattern/dp/0922705984"&gt;log cabin quilt&lt;/a&gt;.  I have one more round to put on all the squares (the last light and the last dark), and then I will be done making the squares.  The I need to square them up, and sew them together.  The comes bored #1 and border #2, then backing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; batting, binding, and finally quilting. Each of the squares should end up about 14" square, and it's going to be 4 blocks by 6 blocks. This is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; be a pretty big quilt.  We'll see how my machine manages that.  I don't have a long arm or anything, so I don;t know if all the fabric will roll up to fit under my quilt arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am terribly domestic.  I sew, quilt, knit, bake, cook, clean.  I will make someone a great little housewife someday.  Ugh, gag me with a spoon!  Not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; anything wrong with that, but at this stage of my life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is like the last thing I want.  What I want, is a great job (or hell, a job that pays!) and to get out of my parents house.  We're all going a little crazy.  Well, when I get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; quilt done, I'll post pictures. I should take pics of my last quilt too.  It turned out pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4833364385734924013?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4833364385734924013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/quilting-and-other-domesticities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4833364385734924013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4833364385734924013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/quilting-and-other-domesticities.html' title='Quilting, and other domesticities'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4267981931804772390</id><published>2009-04-20T20:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:16:41.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Kira wants big boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1IZBIK2PI/AAAAAAAAARk/LPwgadd_bHc/s1600-h/100_4346b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1IZBIK2PI/AAAAAAAAARk/LPwgadd_bHc/s320/100_4346b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326993528885795058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently found some pics from this summer.  These are from the 4th of July while I was in Oregon.  It was a good display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0jObqMI/AAAAAAAAARc/dZk1dmZXsZ4/s1600-h/100_4345b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0jObqMI/AAAAAAAAARc/dZk1dmZXsZ4/s320/100_4345b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992902383708354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0ryO88I/AAAAAAAAARU/mxlbp13-kkg/s1600-h/100_4336b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0ryO88I/AAAAAAAAARU/mxlbp13-kkg/s320/100_4336b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992904681354178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0Vg1W6I/AAAAAAAAARM/AjhvsZD5qZg/s1600-h/100_4333b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0Vg1W6I/AAAAAAAAARM/AjhvsZD5qZg/s320/100_4333b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992898702793634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0fT1EaI/AAAAAAAAARE/HxMe6IRmfFE/s1600-h/100_4332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0fT1EaI/AAAAAAAAARE/HxMe6IRmfFE/s320/100_4332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992901332603298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0CLyAOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GaAVmQRNj7Y/s1600-h/100_4329b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1H0CLyAOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GaAVmQRNj7Y/s320/100_4329b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992893514219746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1GqLyRZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VOWfc4EjhF0/s1600-h/100_4322b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1GqLyRZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VOWfc4EjhF0/s320/100_4322b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326991624781260722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1Gp4hfIjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HHbuzaGvOPw/s1600-h/100_4318b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1Gp4hfIjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HHbuzaGvOPw/s320/100_4318b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326991619610583602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1Gp16-1SI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Zj_4Dwx4l0A/s1600-h/100_4317b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1Gp16-1SI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Zj_4Dwx4l0A/s320/100_4317b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326991618912212258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1GpgJQ1LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gAAXor94PDA/s1600-h/100_4316b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1GpgJQ1LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gAAXor94PDA/s320/100_4316b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326991613066532018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4267981931804772390?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4267981931804772390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/kira-wants-big-boom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4267981931804772390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4267981931804772390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/kira-wants-big-boom.html' title='Kira wants big boom'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Se1IZBIK2PI/AAAAAAAAARk/LPwgadd_bHc/s72-c/100_4346b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-9151131646620573447</id><published>2009-04-20T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:05:01.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Woe</title><content type='html'>my love of blow pops is warring with my love of my tongue piercing.  It's more convenient to take it out when enjoying a blow pop, but then I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-9151131646620573447?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9151131646620573447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/woe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/9151131646620573447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/9151131646620573447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/woe.html' title='Woe'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1424431865564212130</id><published>2009-04-19T20:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:10:35.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poppy seed bread'/><title type='text'>It's Poppy Seed Bread Time!!</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interwebs&lt;/span&gt;, I give you... POPPY SEED BREAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevzqoIt9mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HkKTBICCmyM/s1600-h/img_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevzqoIt9mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HkKTBICCmyM/s320/img_0359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326618897949783650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have finally come to the anticipated portion of this Easter season.  I am going to devote an entire post to the wonder that is my grandma's home made poppy seed bread.  This lively first picture is a cut loaf of poppy seed bread.  See all that black stuff?  Yeah, that's formerly dried and now gooey and slightly sugary slightly bitter poppy seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sevy0YJGnNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OjKAmsWPAa8/s1600-h/img_0370b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sevy0YJGnNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OjKAmsWPAa8/s200/img_0370b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326617965943495890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma did a great job this year.  The bread was soft, and there was a ton of poppy seed.  Just look at it all!  There's so much that it can't stay together and just had to fall out as soon as you pic up a slice.  That's when you know it's perfect.  By the time I took this series of pics, I was on piece three of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sevxav1JySI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9MQGS9bj4lk/s1600-h/img_0373b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sevxav1JySI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9MQGS9bj4lk/s200/img_0373b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326616426114042146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's not counting the four pieces I had last night after my aunts go back from church.  Yes, I am a pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevxaSSQ8cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/S51f9vbjZn4/s1600-h/img_0374b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevxaSSQ8cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/S51f9vbjZn4/s200/img_0374b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326616418183082434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good and we only get it this one time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevxaNtKLKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2eJQOLMEsmQ/s1600-h/img_0375b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevxaNtKLKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2eJQOLMEsmQ/s200/img_0375b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326616416953707682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is, unfortunately, possible to over do it.  Combined with all the other food I stuffed into my face today, I got a nasty case of acid reflux for a bit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevxZ-WM1JI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Aymu7C5-oNY/s1600-h/img_0377b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevxZ-WM1JI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Aymu7C5-oNY/s200/img_0377b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326616412830880914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it's gone now, and I refuse to learn my lesson!  Tomorrow I will be right back at that poppy seed bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevxZudL6MI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kPlfePyCKX8/s1600-h/img_0380b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevxZudL6MI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kPlfePyCKX8/s200/img_0380b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326616408565213378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just hope no one needs me to take a drug test any time soon.  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1424431865564212130?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1424431865564212130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-poppy-seed-bread-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1424431865564212130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1424431865564212130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-poppy-seed-bread-time.html' title='It&apos;s Poppy Seed Bread Time!!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SevzqoIt9mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HkKTBICCmyM/s72-c/img_0359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6760216228221709632</id><published>2009-04-19T16:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:56:35.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Glorious Food!</title><content type='html'>Food, food is glorious, and I feel sorry for people who don't get to experience much of it.  Easter lunch/dinner is probably the best holiday food all year.  We have ham, sausage, eggs, home made bread, poppy seed bread, potato salad, jello (with fruit), and cake.  Really, it doesn't get much better. I love ham, and bread, and love love love poppy seed bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our spread from today.  Tasty tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Seu5y7ZAY8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KwxBxdmn9lU/s1600-h/img_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Seu5y7ZAY8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KwxBxdmn9lU/s320/img_0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326555268882916290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Seu5zNFie6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/l7z7TxE8i3Y/s1600-h/img_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Seu5zNFie6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/l7z7TxE8i3Y/s320/img_0363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326555273633102754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, and entire post, mostly photos, devoted to poppy seed bread.  It's gonna be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6760216228221709632?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6760216228221709632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-glorious-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6760216228221709632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6760216228221709632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food, Glorious Food!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Seu5y7ZAY8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/KwxBxdmn9lU/s72-c/img_0362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3435747205787931884</id><published>2009-04-19T01:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:45:15.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Oh, and BTW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Serj2KwO40I/AAAAAAAAAO8/mGwGnavxUL4/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Serj2KwO40I/AAAAAAAAAO8/mGwGnavxUL4/s320/IMG_0269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326320029058130754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Serj17a-eII/AAAAAAAAAO0/nzlgMSyz4tg/s1600-h/IMG_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Serj17a-eII/AAAAAAAAAO0/nzlgMSyz4tg/s320/IMG_0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326320024942442626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pops for last Sunday turned out really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, after I steal my moms camera and take pics of the food we eat, I will be posting an ode to poppy seed bread.  Just thought you should know.  And this way, you have something to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3435747205787931884?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3435747205787931884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-and-btw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3435747205787931884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3435747205787931884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-and-btw.html' title='Oh, and BTW'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Serj2KwO40I/AAAAAAAAAO8/mGwGnavxUL4/s72-c/IMG_0269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8028499258350580182</id><published>2009-04-19T00:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:03:13.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter Easter</title><content type='html'>My Grandma's Easter is different than mine.  She is Orthodox, so they celebrate on a different calendar.  Her Easter is tomorrow, the service was tonight starting at 11:30pm.  I went over to her house to hang out for a bit before my aunts left for the service, because I wanted to say HI and give my aunt her basket cover that I made.  I had intended to stay for a bit, then come home and get some stuff done while waiting for my aunts to get back home.  You see, it's tradition that after the service, we have a little snack of the food that got blessed at the service. A bit of ham, sausage,  home made bread and poppy seed bread, and hard boiled eggs.  Its pretty much what we will have for lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; as well, though there is more stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was going to go home and wait for them, but Grandma has Direct TV, and I got pulled in by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;programming&lt;/span&gt;, and then there didn't seem a point to going home (home is all of three houses down and one house over) so I watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/span&gt;, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chronicles&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Riddick&lt;/span&gt;/Dirty Jobs, this program &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; History Channel about the Dust Bowl, and some of the Matrix.  The my aunts got back, we had some foods, and one of my aunts drove me home.  And this year I DIDN'T fall down!  And now I need to go to bed, so I can get up and go to church, the spend a large portion of the day with my family, which requires more sleep than I'm going to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;.  Happy Holidays all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SeradVpMQpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/K9K-5ggz1RY/s1600-h/twi17-1+suzyx.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SeradVpMQpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/K9K-5ggz1RY/s200/twi17-1+suzyx.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326309706880008850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kira Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8028499258350580182?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8028499258350580182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8028499258350580182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8028499258350580182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-easter.html' title='Easter Easter'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SeradVpMQpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/K9K-5ggz1RY/s72-c/twi17-1+suzyx.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3825209259232424815</id><published>2009-04-18T18:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:33:02.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the things i don&apos;t do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>I'm so boring</title><content type='html'>Today, I did nothing interesting.  I got up absurdly early (8am), showered, dressed, ate, and went to work.  On my way to work, I stopped by a gas station for a coffee, since I was so tired I almost fell down.  I burnt my tongue.  Work was uneventful.  I stocked stuff, was at the registers for a big, and went to lunch with a coworker.  Lunch was good at least.  Had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leann&lt;/span&gt; Chin and nice conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I came home.  I checked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internets&lt;/span&gt;, changed, and went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Campership&lt;/span&gt; Dinner at my church.  It's a dinner you buy tickets to, and the kids do most of the work serving and setting up and whatnot.  It's to raise money for kids to go to camp if they so choose.  I had Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kiev&lt;/span&gt; and ate till I was stuffed.  Now I am sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of my computer, eating &lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/store/site/product.cfm?id=3E310A5F-475A-BAC0-513EBB4AAC195A7E&amp;amp;fid=3E32DFEA-475A-BAC0-51B68534387FF8B9"&gt;dark cocoa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt; melts&lt;/a&gt;, and checking up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internets&lt;/span&gt; again. I really need to stop eating these things, it's starting to make me sick.  Gotta go drink some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I press Publish Post, I am going to go over to my grandmas in my pj's and see her and my aunts off to church.  I would go, but I will just fall asleep.  The I will finish Emily's apron, and wait for them to get back to chuch so I can go over and have a little snack.  I will be glorious, providing I don't fall and kill my knee like I did &lt;a href="http://kirashapedgirl.livejournal.com/tag/clutz"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle there, I might talk to some people and try to fine some good The Host fanfic to placate me until I can get my book back.  It's currently living with someone else.  I miss my book.  *sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off now.  Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3825209259232424815?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3825209259232424815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3825209259232424815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3825209259232424815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-boring.html' title='I&apos;m so boring'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1949557715563532452</id><published>2009-04-15T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:39:37.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Too much sugar!</title><content type='html'>I have no will power! It's true!  I am powerless to resist my will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pathetic post comes to to courtesy of eating too much candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1949557715563532452?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1949557715563532452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-much-sugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1949557715563532452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1949557715563532452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-much-sugar.html' title='Too much sugar!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3545919261053345584</id><published>2009-04-15T15:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:00:14.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Work is a four letter word</title><content type='html'>I applied for five jobs yesterday and today.  Four of them were application bu email, which is nice. The other I had to send in.  I will be compiling another and sending that as well in the next day or two (probably tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of these 5, now 6, jobs, none of them is in Minnesota.  For those of you reading this who don't know (unlikely that there are any) I live in Minnesota.  I applied for two jobs in Ohio, one in Colorado, another in Iowa, and the last in Texas. The one I will apply for tomorrow is also in Ohio.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;These are all zoo jobs.  They are at the zoos to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmzoo.org/"&gt;Cheyenne Mountain Zoo &lt;/a&gt;, Colorado Springs, Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cincinnatizoo.org/"&gt;Cincinnati Zoo &amp;amp; Botanical Garden&lt;/a&gt;, Cincinnati, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toledozoo.org/"&gt;The Toledo Zoo&lt;/a&gt;, Toledo, Ohio. (And seriously, that giraffe pic on the home page?  CUTE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blankparkzoo.com/"&gt;Blank Park Zoo&lt;/a&gt;, Des Moines, Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houstonzoo.org/"&gt;Houston Zoo&lt;/a&gt;, Huston, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of these would be fine, I'm sure, but I'm rooting the hardest for Colorado an d Iowa.  Iowa because it's close to home, and Colorado because it's pretty.  And I think I would like Colorado.  I liked it when we drove through.  You may not think so, but you can get a pretty good general feel for a place simply by driving through it.  There are places I know I would never like to live.  Houston would be crazy hot and humid and full of giant bugs, and Ohio is...Ohio.  Ohio is probably fine, but one of me Ex's is from there, which instantly turns me off of it.  But we'll see.  Hope and pray for me guys, I need a job!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3545919261053345584?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3545919261053345584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-is-four-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3545919261053345584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3545919261053345584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-is-four-letter-word.html' title='Work is a four letter word'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6693781332235049831</id><published>2009-04-14T22:39:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:33:37.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expanding my horizions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting off my ass'/><title type='text'>Sometimes it's nice to get out of the house</title><content type='html'>It gives you a chance to see a drunk guy who told some ugly girl that you were less cute than she in the back of a squad car after a concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you understood that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone...anyone?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bueller&lt;/span&gt;?  Yeah, I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify.  I went to a concert yesterday with a friend from work.  It was fun, had a great time.  It was the All American Rejects, and they were great.  The band right before them (Shiny Toy Guns) not a fan of.  So Em and I were sitting down trying to ignore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;STG&lt;/span&gt;, and this rather drunk couple was stumbling around and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grabbing&lt;/span&gt; each other and generally being gross.  And they walk over toward us and she says "How about her?" while looking at me.  I have no patience for drunk creeps, so I get up and walk, and Em heard him tell her (the woman he was with), that I was not as cute as she was.  Not, let me tell you something.  This woman: short, fatter than me, spiral permed bleach blond roots showing BIG hair.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; cuter than her!  I am totally cute sometimes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SeV07n6xSPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jLk79D43cM8/s1600-h/100_4476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SeV07n6xSPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jLk79D43cM8/s320/100_4476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324790702112065778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm the blond in the pic, over on the right.  Sadly, this is like the most recent pic I have of me.  I am about 7 pounds lighter now, and looked a lot better last night.  And when the concert was over, EM and I saw the guy ins the back of a squad car.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the concert was fab, and I had a great time!  Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6693781332235049831?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6693781332235049831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-its-nice-to-get-out-of-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6693781332235049831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6693781332235049831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-its-nice-to-get-out-of-house.html' title='Sometimes it&apos;s nice to get out of the house'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SeV07n6xSPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jLk79D43cM8/s72-c/100_4476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-783649751035483267</id><published>2009-04-14T17:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:24:24.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>More putzy shit</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I bought something.  I got an Ukrainian Easter egg dying kit.  I got it from the &lt;a href="http://www.ukrainiangiftshop.com/"&gt;Ukrainian Gift Shop&lt;/a&gt;.  They have a website, but I got it from their actual store.  I made the dyes today and currently I'm just waiting for them to cool so I can get my egg dying on!  Hoo boy!  This is gonna be fun!!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-783649751035483267?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/783649751035483267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-putzy-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/783649751035483267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/783649751035483267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-putzy-shit.html' title='More putzy shit'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-5902568483889402409</id><published>2009-04-14T00:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:17:20.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>candy is dandy</title><content type='html'>But the gum inside is annoying.  I have a tongue ring, the top ball is acrylic, or whatever plastic it is that they use.  The gum inside Blow Pops is really sticky, so I currently have gum stuck to my tongue ring.  It is annoying.  Note to anyone who wants to get a tongue piercing: be prepared for stuff to stick to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-5902568483889402409?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5902568483889402409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/candy-is-dandy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5902568483889402409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5902568483889402409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/candy-is-dandy.html' title='candy is dandy'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-596511610615869818</id><published>2009-04-13T10:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:13:53.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that bittesweet feeling</title><content type='html'>I both love and hate finishing books, especially good/great books.  I love it because I got through the book, I know the ending, and the curiosity is over (sorta).  I hate it for pretty much the same reasons, I got through it and now it's over.  The only problem is, the curiosity, it pretty much just sticks around!  I want to know what happens after the book is over, and I want to know NOW!  I can just make things up, or read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fanfiction&lt;/span&gt;, but it's never as good as the books.  Well, there is some REALLY good Harry Potter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fanfic&lt;/span&gt; out there, stuff that I would rather read than the books.  But when your book's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fan base&lt;/span&gt; is mostly crazy teens flowing over from the authors other teen based books, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fanfic&lt;/span&gt; tend to be bad.  A lot of little girls writing poorly about romanticized versions of things they've never before experienced.  AKA, really BAD sex scenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post does have a purpose besides the bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fanfic&lt;/span&gt; rant I was starting.  I finished &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/thehost.html"&gt;The Host&lt;/a&gt; last night.  It was a really fantastically great book!  Amazing story, fantastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt;, plot twists, some violence, a bunch of love, some understanding and changing of ways, and a superb ending!  Really, I recommend it, even if you tried to read &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; and gave up, read this.  It's not in the Twilight universe, it's characters and stories all it's own.  And it will make you want to go to Arizona really bad!  At least id did for me, since I've been there before.  So really, GO READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them, after you read The Host, go give Twilight another turn. You don't have to let anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that you're reading it.  You can read it in seret under your covers at night.  But give it a chance.  They might be a little silly or unbelivable at times, but it's FICTION people!  It's not supposed to mesh with this world perfectly.  Things are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be a little fantastical, so give Bella and Edward and everyone else another chance.  It might just turn out to be a guilty pleasure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-596511610615869818?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/596511610615869818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-bittesweet-feeling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/596511610615869818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/596511610615869818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-bittesweet-feeling.html' title='that bittesweet feeling'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1858369926412530444</id><published>2009-04-12T16:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:28:09.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppity hop hop</title><content type='html'>So Easter was good.  My immediate family doesn't do a whole lot for Christian Easter.  My grandma celebrates Orthodox Easter, so that's more or less what we celebrate.  We go to church for this Easter, and usually do something involving dinner and candy.  Today was also the birthday of our pianist, and he doesn't have a whole lot of family around, so we  had a combination surprise birthday party/Easter dinner after social hour after church today.  It was nice.  There was good food, good people, and I made awesome cake pop centerpieces.  The pics are on my mom's camera, I will post them when I can get them off.  The I came home and I have been doing absolutely nothing of significance all afternoon.  It's been GLORIOUS!!  Now I'm gonna suck on my Blow Pop and continue doing nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1858369926412530444?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1858369926412530444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoppity-hop-hop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1858369926412530444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1858369926412530444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoppity-hop-hop.html' title='Hoppity hop hop'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3091637004203514433</id><published>2009-04-10T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:17:43.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...ouch!</title><content type='html'>My feet are killing me.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3091637004203514433?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3091637004203514433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/umouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3091637004203514433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3091637004203514433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/umouch.html' title='Um...ouch!'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-7125800903606885819</id><published>2009-04-09T22:12:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:34:38.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Little Obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WUYfA-gI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yqY6Fow6WFg/s1600-h/img_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WUYfA-gI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yqY6Fow6WFg/s400/img_0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927455256771074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a confession. I love kitchen stuff. Mixing bowls especially. Nesting mixing bowls extra especially! Not counting Tupperware, I have two sets already. I also have a big yearning love for clear glass.  I don't know what it is, I just love the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WC60NHlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-Js4QTro5I/s1600-h/img_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WC60NHlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-Js4QTro5I/s320/img_0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927155234807378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today while I was at a thrift store by my house looking for a book, I happened across these.  This is a set of 11 clear glass nesting mixing bowls.  I have wanted a set like this for some time now.  I saw them and was instantly in love! I HAD to have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WC60NHlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-Js4QTro5I/s1600-h/img_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WC60NHlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y-Js4QTro5I/s320/img_0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927155234807378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I got them.  The best part?  Only $12.99!!  If you were to buy this set new, it would cost you at least $35 for 10 bowls.  I have 11!  They range in size from big enough to raise bread in, to this tiny little pinch bowl.  I am in love with that tiny bowl.  The other great thing about this set?  They are tons of fun to take pictures of!  So many aperture options, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WCopSVXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dKQ-TsNEueE/s1600-h/img_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WCopSVXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dKQ-TsNEueE/s320/img_0237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927150357173618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This here is my other set of nested mixing bowls.  If you were around in the 60's and 70's, or know someone who was and kept their kitchen stuff, you may recognize these ones.  My mom got them for me as a graduation present.   I found them in an antique store in the town where I went to college.  I miss that antique store, it was small, but not too, and it had the most amazing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WCWnGvUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CSqd6FZiY4A/s1600-h/img_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WCWnGvUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CSqd6FZiY4A/s320/img_0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927145516186946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like, for example, these lovely bowls!  There is actually a fourth, bigger, one.  It is also blue with white flowers, but it's in a box somewhere.  I'll find it when I move out.  If you think you should recognize them, but don't, that could be because they are blue.  The olive green and mustard yellow were more popular, and many had the little farmers on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WCNqoyeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZOHvcmEso0g/s1600-h/img_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WCNqoyeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZOHvcmEso0g/s320/img_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927143115082210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, many of the ones I've seen match that description anyway.  I think this might be the only blue set I've ever seen.  I showed them to my mom when she came to visit one time.  I told her how I loved them.  The next time I went back, they were no longer there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unbeknownst&lt;/span&gt; to me, she had gone back to the shop before she left and bought them!  I'm pretty sure I called to tell her they were gone too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WBz5RHxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CT_oj2RZg-4/s1600-h/img_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WBz5RHxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CT_oj2RZg-4/s320/img_0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322927136197123858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my mixing bowls.  And old latch top Ball jars, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a post for a different time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-7125800903606885819?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7125800903606885819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-obsessions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7125800903606885819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/7125800903606885819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-obsessions.html' title='Little Obsessions'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sd7WUYfA-gI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yqY6Fow6WFg/s72-c/img_0197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4791650254233369835</id><published>2009-04-09T21:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:12:29.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>The entrepreneurial spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little back story.  Over the Christmas holidays, I made ans sold cookies.  They went over like gang busters, especially at church.  They also sold well among the few outside people to get my flier.  Well, then I started making cake bites and cake pops.  So I made another flier and am selling those as well.  The egg and chick ones are selling great!  Since my job pays crap, and I can't seem to get a job in my field of study, I've taking to making and selling things.  So far just my food has been selling, but that's also the most advertised.  I also have been making purses and stuff, which can be found at my other blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://sassafrashandicrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sassafras Handicrafts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and at my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a face="trebuchet ms" href="http://www.blogger.com/kirashapedgirl.etsy.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, that making stuff has much to do with my day today.  This morning, I got up at 7am.  For those of you who know me, you know this is not something I do voluntarily!  I had to get ready and drive some cake pops downtown.  I'm nice and I deliver, as long as it's relatively close.   I remember a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I get in my car, that I have little gas left.  Well, oh well, no time to stop.  So I make it to Minneapolis (which isn't far, I can see the skyline from my house), and there's traffic.  Oi.  Made is to the building where the woman worked, gave her her pops, and got my money.   Then I need to figure out how to get out!  But that went pretty good too.  Got turned around, but figured it out, and managed to make it to a gas station!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I have to be up that early, and don't have to work, I like to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Their baked egg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;souffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, are divine!  I brought a book along that I wanted to start, and just needed to be sitting somewhere without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to get around to it.  SO I got my breakfast, curled up in a booth, and read for like two hours.  It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blissful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!  And now I am like 170 pages into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Host-Novel-Stephenie-Meyer/dp/0316068047/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1239340293&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Host&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Great book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4791650254233369835?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4791650254233369835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/entrepreneurial-spirit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4791650254233369835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4791650254233369835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/entrepreneurial-spirit.html' title='The entrepreneurial spirit'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-677541990879131442</id><published>2009-04-07T22:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:55:18.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found gold dust today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdw72xlEOrI/AAAAAAAAANs/oidPuby_DGk/s1600-h/img_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdw72xlEOrI/AAAAAAAAANs/oidPuby_DGk/s320/img_0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322194671852862130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I made my cake bites pretty with it!!  I'm so excited, this is so much fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdw72rGiv4I/AAAAAAAAANk/PmF2Z4pRq70/s1600-h/img_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdw72rGiv4I/AAAAAAAAANk/PmF2Z4pRq70/s320/img_0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322194670114226050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-677541990879131442?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/677541990879131442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-gold-dust-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/677541990879131442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/677541990879131442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-gold-dust-today.html' title='I found gold dust today'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdw72xlEOrI/AAAAAAAAANs/oidPuby_DGk/s72-c/img_0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4460569329816806280</id><published>2009-04-06T16:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:44:13.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>I made some tasties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQCRj71JI/AAAAAAAAANc/R5omk5rzMXU/s1600-h/c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQCRj71JI/AAAAAAAAANc/R5omk5rzMXU/s320/c7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321724278439924882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks to &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;, I am now obsessed with making cake bites and cake pops.  I made these yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQCFTvNHI/AAAAAAAAANU/i4PKKlTfaeo/s1600-h/c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQCFTvNHI/AAAAAAAAANU/i4PKKlTfaeo/s320/c5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321724275150763122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQCICQ_gI/AAAAAAAAANM/NvS-CAlrXec/s1600-h/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQCICQ_gI/AAAAAAAAANM/NvS-CAlrXec/s320/c3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321724275882786306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQB9wdBLI/AAAAAAAAANE/HbYLGoLbExs/s1600-h/img_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQB9wdBLI/AAAAAAAAANE/HbYLGoLbExs/s320/img_0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321724273123722418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQBgBpskI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tXQ3-ic5qSM/s1600-h/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQBgBpskI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tXQ3-ic5qSM/s320/c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321724265142792770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4460569329816806280?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4460569329816806280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-made-some-tasites.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4460569329816806280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4460569329816806280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-made-some-tasites.html' title='I made some tasties'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdqQCRj71JI/AAAAAAAAANc/R5omk5rzMXU/s72-c/c7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-131892428740303699</id><published>2009-04-05T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:28:58.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>What goes around</title><content type='html'>The only good thing about snow in April, is that it's usually gone by about noon the next day.  It took until about 2 or 3 today, but it's all gone now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-131892428740303699?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/131892428740303699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-goes-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/131892428740303699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/131892428740303699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-goes-around.html' title='What goes around'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-1354619733876821184</id><published>2009-04-04T22:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:04:54.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will winter ever just go away??</title><content type='html'>At about 8pm or so tonight, possibly before, it started raining.  By the time I got off at 9:30pm, it was slushing.  Emily and I went to Perkins because we felt like it, and it started snowing around 10-ish.  We left at 11:30 and there was snow everywhere!  It was still really slushy on the roast, but every surface that wasn't paved was white.  Grrr!  Will winter ever just leave!  This better not be a repeat of last year when we had a snow storm in April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-1354619733876821184?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1354619733876821184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-winter-ever-just-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1354619733876821184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/1354619733876821184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-winter-ever-just-go-away.html' title='Will winter ever just go away??'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-6843030004790297429</id><published>2009-04-03T21:47:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:56:55.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>My all time favorite picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbnFO7tMVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gWgPjh3G9C4/s1600-h/grad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbnFO7tMVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gWgPjh3G9C4/s400/grad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320694086878703954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, these are my three best college friends.  The one behind me in the cap is the girl I lived with for 3 years.  The guy is probably the only guy I've ever been completely at ease around, and the girl with the half blue hair and the red jacket is someone who has been one of my best friends since high school; whom I've known since elementary school.  This is my favorite picture of all time.  This will be the one that I look at when I am old and gray, and will reminisce about the old days over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-6843030004790297429?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6843030004790297429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-all-time-favorite-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6843030004790297429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/6843030004790297429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-all-time-favorite-picture.html' title='My all time favorite picture'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbnFO7tMVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gWgPjh3G9C4/s72-c/grad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3076310158645512853</id><published>2009-04-03T21:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:52:16.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>All about me, part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdblJ8NzpYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/amyrGGuF8ns/s1600-h/grad17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdblJ8NzpYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/amyrGGuF8ns/s320/grad17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320691968730441090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated college, and came home after Oregon, and now I am here, working retail and trying to find a better job.  It's not going so well.  Oh, yeah!  I also have 2 younger brothers and still married parents, with whom I currently live.  And that's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbljxu_HaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CwqPPsR0PZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbljxu_HaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CwqPPsR0PZQ/s320/IMG_0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320692412593413538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3076310158645512853?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3076310158645512853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3076310158645512853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3076310158645512853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-5.html' title='All about me, part 5'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdblJ8NzpYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/amyrGGuF8ns/s72-c/grad17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-4089665515724018403</id><published>2009-04-03T21:33:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:51:46.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>All about me, part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbjs8SzloI/AAAAAAAAALo/SBFbugbH8q0/s1600-h/Smokey+tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbjs8SzloI/AAAAAAAAALo/SBFbugbH8q0/s320/Smokey+tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320690371023574658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, somewhere in there I also got my tongue, nose, and lip pierced.  Just saying.  Also, I interned at two zoos.  The first one was the Great Plains Zoo in Sioux Falls, SD.  That was the summer after my junior year.  It was really fun, and really awesome, and at times kinda scary.  Grizzly bears, even behind bars, are FREAKY!  I love them, but really, they are NOT to be messed with!  The cats were awesome.  Less scary than the bears, and I loved them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbj23XQlXI/AAAAAAAAALw/71vxOnksWxg/s1600-h/isis+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbj23XQlXI/AAAAAAAAALw/71vxOnksWxg/s320/isis+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320690541498766706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could post about all the animals all day!  But on to the next place.  This last summer, after graduating, I interned at the Wildlife Safari Park, in Winston OR.  Great place, horrible weather.  I'm used to rain and thunderstorms in the summer.  There is it HOT and dry all summer.  Oi!  But I got to work with all of the animals, including giraffes!  And this little guy.  He's a prehensile tail porcupine, and I think he's about the cutest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbkgPTTvSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EotPEjrRoLM/s1600-h/100_4420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbkgPTTvSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EotPEjrRoLM/s320/100_4420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320691252299283746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-4089665515724018403?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4089665515724018403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4089665515724018403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/4089665515724018403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-4.html' title='All about me, part 4'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbjs8SzloI/AAAAAAAAALo/SBFbugbH8q0/s72-c/Smokey+tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-3973409358593864991</id><published>2009-04-03T21:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:51:17.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>All about me, part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbiZyAh8GI/AAAAAAAAALY/tdYdMUTVr4M/s1600-h/Kiras+cam+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbiZyAh8GI/AAAAAAAAALY/tdYdMUTVr4M/s320/Kiras+cam+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320688942333423714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at UMM.  It was a good 2 1/2 hours from home.  Now, I like home.  I like my mom, and I get stressed at big changes.  College is a BIG change!  Classes were fine, but I was stuck in dinky little Morris, MN, with no car, and with people I didn't know, and didn't like all that much once I did know!  I seriously considered transferring somewhere closer to home.  But over the summer I got a car, and I had a boyfriend in Morris, and a few roomies expecting me to hold up my share of the on campus apartment rent.  The car helped, I could get off that blasted campus!  And I got glasses, and a few new good friends!  And gained weight, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbiqr63N9I/AAAAAAAAALg/Jha4YTsD6Bc/s1600-h/IMG_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/Sdbiqr63N9I/AAAAAAAAALg/Jha4YTsD6Bc/s320/IMG_0345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320689232756815826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a job, that I wish so much I could go back to!  That was the best job I ever had.  It was on campus and I loved it.  I loved my boss and the work I did, it was so much fun!  And I got free food!  I found a roomie I liked and lived with here  the last three years of school.  I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in biology with a minor in psychology.  And now I need a job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-3973409358593864991?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3973409358593864991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3973409358593864991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/3973409358593864991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-3.html' title='All about me, part 3'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbiZyAh8GI/AAAAAAAAALY/tdYdMUTVr4M/s72-c/Kiras+cam+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8068728926746654200</id><published>2009-04-03T21:11:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:50:37.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>All about me, part 2</title><content type='html'>Then I went to high school.  I had a few different looks.  For a while, I had long hair and wore a alot of khakis. Then one summer I rediscovered jeans.  It was glorious!  We didn't always get along, and it was sometimes impossible to find jeans that fit right, but all women have this problem.  I still had long hair when I found jeans.  The next summer, two things happened.  I found Hot Topic, and I saw RENT.  Hot Topic inspired my clothes, and RENT inspired my hair.  I cut it to my shoulders, and came back to school wearing all black.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbfL5amMII/AAAAAAAAALI/__5Dqh5ShaY/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbfL5amMII/AAAAAAAAALI/__5Dqh5ShaY/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320685405268750466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school was also small, about 900-1000 people grades 7-12.  When you live in Minneapolis, that's a small school!  Because of the size, and fact that everyone had been going to school together practically since kindergarten, you pretty much knew everyone, at least by sight.  I didn't hang with the "popular" crowd, but I was popular in my own way.  People knew who I was and occasionally took notice.  This was obvious when I came back to school dressed in black, like in the above photo.  I never wore dark makup, and had naturally really blond hair, so I never really looked goth, but it was a drastic change from the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I graduated 3rd in my class, and went on to college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8068728926746654200?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8068728926746654200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8068728926746654200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8068728926746654200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-2.html' title='All about me, part 2'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbfL5amMII/AAAAAAAAALI/__5Dqh5ShaY/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-5048037959712587121</id><published>2009-04-03T20:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:07:23.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>All about me, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbdNJ38RjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kgI_zc4tZHE/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbdNJ38RjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kgI_zc4tZHE/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320683227843413554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kira, I believe you have figured that out already.  I am 23, I believe that has already been established as well.  I started off something like the picture up there on September 2nd.  Then I grew up.  I went to elementary school, where I wasn't terribly popular, but I had friends that were bigger than me and stuck up for me.  I'm rather opinionated, and don't get along with everyone, so having intimidating friends is a must.  My school was small, K-6 together, even though we are in the city.  I did well in school, it was easy.  I was short, and kinda chubby, but life was good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-5048037959712587121?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5048037959712587121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5048037959712587121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/5048037959712587121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me-part-1.html' title='All about me, part 1'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76GxS3EmULk/SdbdNJ38RjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kgI_zc4tZHE/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138763794922526273.post-8257625583406217375</id><published>2009-04-02T16:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:50:58.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Today at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I work at a large chain retail store.  Needless to say, working registers are essential to the proper and smooth functioning of said store.  Well, today those registers stopped working.  We couldn't sign in, could ring anyone through, couldn't even look up prices.  We had to hand write everything out, hoping that either the price was on the item (which it isn't 9 times out of 10), or wait for someone to get done with the hand-held device that we can use to look things up on.  Those were still working, thank God, or we might have had to close down the store!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I stayed an extra half hour to help out at the registers, and when I left the registers still weren't working.  Here's hoping they start soon, or it's going to be a very long night for the people still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138763794922526273-8257625583406217375?l=kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8257625583406217375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8257625583406217375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138763794922526273/posts/default/8257625583406217375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirashapedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-at-work.html' title='Today at work'/><author><name>Kira Leigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606949060122161972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6ttbwUXtA/TfGsai2FdSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZVPasnzAeA/s220/IMG_0230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
