<?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-1823206623284552485</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:01:34.811-07:00</updated><category term='what not to wear'/><category term='partying'/><category term='pc'/><category term='spanish'/><category term='control'/><category term='fish'/><category term='funny'/><category term='news'/><category term='antm'/><category term='surfing'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='tired'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='neighbour'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='catch up'/><category term='NOT stylish'/><category term='packing'/><category 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term='dentist'/><category term='snowboarding'/><category term='career'/><category term='exciting'/><category term='swearing'/><category term='writing'/><category term='la paz'/><category term='EF IT'/><title type='text'>nomadic soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4642027809640998397</id><published>2008-10-16T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:02:09.217-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'>a wee detour</title><content type='html'>Since we are currently on the road at the moment we have created a new blog about the journey and that is where I will be most days pondering travel, life and, as usual, the all encompassing "what am I doing with my life?".  I will continue to post here but definitely less often  while we are on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find me at &lt;a href="http://www.joydrive.ca/"&gt;Joydrive.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4642027809640998397?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4642027809640998397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4642027809640998397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4642027809640998397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4642027809640998397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/10/wee-detour.html' title='a wee detour'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4889374634334156394</id><published>2008-10-03T10:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:03:00.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><title type='text'>life's unfair</title><content type='html'>How do Mexicans work all day, party until 2am and still looked refreshed and ready for work the next day?  While I look ragged and puffy eyed after only 2 days of late nights...oh yeah and I am not even working. BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4889374634334156394?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4889374634334156394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4889374634334156394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4889374634334156394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4889374634334156394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-unfair.html' title='life&apos;s unfair'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8789168706731400730</id><published>2008-09-13T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:16:30.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Spanglish</title><content type='html'>My brain is on overdrive at the moment...I am thinking half in Spanish and half in English which is affecting my ability to put together full sentences in either language.  But I am happy to report that Spanish immersion was pretty good and finally somethings are starting to click.  We still need to (and plan to) study more but it was a great introduction.  At the moment we are in Mexico City and I am enjoying being back in a big city...in fact we have only been here 6 hours and I am already thinking we should stay here longer.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8789168706731400730?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8789168706731400730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8789168706731400730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8789168706731400730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8789168706731400730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/09/spanglish.html' title='Spanglish'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-280403747276844990</id><published>2008-08-27T11:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:31:38.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>outside comfort zone</title><content type='html'>I have just registered us in a two week Spanish immersion course.  This entails 5 hours a days of full-on Spanish, optional afternoon activities (in Spanish of course) and staying with a host family which is..yup...only in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we terrified? Absolutely but in a very good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-280403747276844990?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/280403747276844990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=280403747276844990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/280403747276844990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/280403747276844990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/08/outside-comfort-zone.html' title='outside comfort zone'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4107256012445565838</id><published>2008-08-15T09:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:46:17.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken wrists and small towns</title><content type='html'>Mazatlan was a real treat...good weather, friendly people and a whole lot cheaper than the Baja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little surfing though the locals are pretty territorial and since I am still new to it I would rather not deal with cocky guys who are going to take every wave anyway.  We ate delicious food everywhere...including my new favourite drink "limonada con pepino" which is lemonade with cucumber.  So amazingly good I think I drank about 5 in four days...hmmmmm!  And the highlight of craziness was fishing with Jim, the owner of our bed and breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rolled out of the dock at about 7:15am in one teeny boat and proceeded to fish for bait fish, in which yours truly caught a few, and then we headed out for his first marker in search of dorado.  I am all for fishing but this guy was seriously SERIOUS about fishing.  Once T hooked a fish it was all on...T's pulling the fish in, Jim is screaming at him not to let go and to take his time and I am thinking that I might get rocked of the boat.  T did pull in a big dorado and then Jim hooked it through the head with the gaff....this is exactly why if I had to catch, kill and clean my own meat products I would so be a vegetarian.  Anyway I was game to try so I too ended up hooking a 12 pound dorado and dang! those things are so strong.  I was sure I was going to get sent over the side of the boat, it actually felt like my wrists could have snapped off.  T decided it would be funny to tape so we had a small movie of my trying to pull the fish up while singing out a stream of expletives. Charming.  I will be dubbing over them.  Anyway T helped me out and laughing at me and we managed to get it into the cooler.  It was pretty fun but five hours later I was wondering if I would actually have to pee off the side of the boat or in the bucket Jim nicely told me about.  Fortunately we headed back and since I had purposely not had much water I made it to shore!  YAY!  No peeing off the boat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left Mazatlan after eating our dorado with mango salsa and now we are currently hanging out in a great little town called Sayulita which is a thirty minute drive north of Puerto Vallarta.  We ended up here based on a conversation we had the night before we left Mazatlan and we thought we should check it out.  It is awesome!  Good waves for beginners, good waves for real surfers and a really great town.  It might be on the first places we have been in Mexico where the gringos and the Mexicans have a really great relationship.  Apparently it was founded by both Mexicans and foreigners so perhaps that is why everyone gets along so well.  Either way it is always a pleasure to be in a place where everyone will smile and wave hello to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4107256012445565838?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4107256012445565838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4107256012445565838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4107256012445565838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4107256012445565838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/08/broken-wrists-and-small-towns.html' title='Broken wrists and small towns'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-3183066741325879678</id><published>2008-08-06T17:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:11:33.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mazatlan'/><title type='text'>So here we are...</title><content type='html'>Finally after months of work we are on our way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished up work in Todos Santos, we headed to Cabo for a bit of relaxing and luxury.  We also ran a few errands to finish up our work contract so that we didn't have anything else to worry about while on the road.  After two hours at the Office Depot in Cabo and a trip to UPS we sent off the final design package and ready to chill out...but of course that is not always how things work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out T's visa was coming close to expiring and we figured that it wouldn't be a hassle to extend it.  Well, it wasn't.  Basically they told T he either had to leave the country and come back in or he could apply for his FM3 which is sort of like an annual renewable permanent residency, they told us to get the papers and to come back the following day.  So we printed bank statements, got a friend's Mexican address as well as borrowing a bill of theirs, had the lady at our B&amp;amp;B print us out a letter in Spanish and then returned to immigration only to get another officer who proceeded to yell at us about why we couldn't extend our visa.  We told him we understood (although I was more than ready to yell back) and that we'd apply for the FM3.  He sent us to the Banjercito (the government bank) to pay the fees.  Once all paid up we were back at immigration (again!) Since I was feeling feisty we decided it was best if T went up to immigration alone and I sat quietly reading my book.  Playing the docile wife role I waited and steamed in the back of immigration until I saw T motioning for me to come up.  Apprehensively I wandered up concerned that they would want to see all my papers too.  I was stunned to see the same immigration official smiling and telling T that "there is another way".  He sent us back to the bank to chance our fee payment and then issued Tom another 180 day tourist permit.  No FM3...no leaving the country and most importantly no bribe.  It was weird.  We have no clue why they chose to help us but we are so happy that they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to make our last week in the Baja even better the small B&amp;amp;B we stayed in lowered our nightly rate from $100 to $65. Again, we are not too sure why they chose to do so but we were super pleased with that little gift as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the ferry from Pichilingue which is about 24km outside of La Paz two nights ago and this is where things became rather trying.  For some crazy reason the ferry leaves at 2am but you need to be there about two hours before.  So T and I get there, pass through customs and then wait.  We waited so long we both fell asleep in the car.  Then we loaded the car on board but it is not a ferry where you drive in and drive straight off, there is only one entrance.  So every vehicle, including semis, have to drive in and then reverse into their spot.  It was chaos...but we managed to get the car in just fine and then we happily made our way to the cabins only to find a 45 minute lineup full of people waiting to get to there cabins.  We finally arrived at our cabin at about 3:45am and managed to sleep through the stupid kids next to us pounding on the walls.  After hours of restless sleep and line-ups we were so happy to get off that boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are exploring Mazatlan and melting all at the same time.  It is so hot that you sweat the minute you step outside...but at least we are not on a ferry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-3183066741325879678?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3183066741325879678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=3183066741325879678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3183066741325879678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3183066741325879678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-here-we-are.html' title='So here we are...'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-596262588452232309</id><published>2008-07-25T23:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:25:30.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>it is only proper</title><content type='html'>Don't you agree that if  &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com"&gt;J. Crew&lt;/a&gt; has a dress that includes your name, for example "the Sarah dress", they should send you a free one just because said dress and you share a name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-596262588452232309?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/596262588452232309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=596262588452232309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/596262588452232309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/596262588452232309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-is-only-proper.html' title='it is only proper'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8536447589504141459</id><published>2008-07-15T13:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:06:36.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am starting to come out of the cobwebs that surrounded me the past few years.  The stress of needing to get a job kind of clouded my mind. Instead of learning more about what I wanted to do I freaked myself out and took any job that was offered as I did not think I would find anything else.  The pressure to make something of myself pushed what I'd like to be doing career-wise to the back of my mind and this vicious cycle kept my head thick with worries, anxiety, pressure,  and indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I feel like this so-called fog is lifting.  I have a clearer idea of where I am, what I want and what I have to offer.  Not really an epiphany but more of a realization deep within that if this is the only life I have then I need to be sure I do what makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being creative is it.  If I can make things then I am content.  And even better...I know where the creativeness lies---it lies in writing, colour, design, fabrics, patterns,  knitting, sewing, fashion and handmade goods. And weirdly enough the internet has really made me the see the potential to do all these things and make a living at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really owe T on this one.  His patience of teaching me how to use Indesign and Illustrator these past few months have opened up an area where I feel like I "get" it.  I like colour and I like taking a few pieces and making them fit together in a visually appealing way. It is immensely challenging and I am not sure if exhibit design is for me but the graphic element definitely is.  But T's support and underlying belief in me is indescribable...I am so lucky to have a partner that not only sees my talents when I cannot he refuses to let me hide from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in ages I feel inspired. I want to draw again...I pretty much stopped drawing years ago.  And I want to dance again... just because I love to move and I forgot that...I forgot the joy.  Next time we are anywhere for a bit of time dance classes are on the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just seem to be moving in the right direction these days...and I am glad for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8536447589504141459?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8536447589504141459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8536447589504141459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8536447589504141459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8536447589504141459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/clarity.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4588922497276765572</id><published>2008-07-10T00:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:16:11.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soon'/><title type='text'>sleep deprivation</title><content type='html'>It's midnight and I am still awake...only a few more days and this project is finito.  I literally cannot wait...I might have to perform a happy dance once it is done or, alternatively, I'll on a beach in Cabo happily slurping on alcoholic beverages with little umbrellas in them while lying on a massage table. Umm yup, I'll take the latter thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4588922497276765572?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4588922497276765572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4588922497276765572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4588922497276765572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4588922497276765572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleep-deprivation.html' title='sleep deprivation'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7173890743072862088</id><published>2008-06-24T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:01:18.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Fugly</title><content type='html'>This made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/2008/06/la_terremoto_de_fugcorcon.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/SGFoymW_PuI/AAAAAAAAACo/paLDYwJ6JcU/s320/crazylady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215565061971459810" 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/1823206623284552485-7173890743072862088?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7173890743072862088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7173890743072862088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7173890743072862088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7173890743072862088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/fugly.html' title='Fugly'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/SGFoymW_PuI/AAAAAAAAACo/paLDYwJ6JcU/s72-c/crazylady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-1365419437979184184</id><published>2008-06-21T14:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:59:19.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>Just when you think the world is a difficult place someone goes and changes your view and puts a smile on thousands of faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-1365419437979184184?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1365419437979184184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=1365419437979184184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1365419437979184184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1365419437979184184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5127741873685020070</id><published>2008-06-20T18:16:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:01:18.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preggers'/><title type='text'>Blanket Numero Uno</title><content type='html'>Since many of our friends are pregnant I have been putting my knitting skills to the test.  I completed this blanket a few weeks ago but had to wait for it to be delivered so I could post it up.  Canada Post (who continue to charge unseemly rates) notified me it has arrived so I really hope it has....otherwise SURPRISE!  You know who you are and this is coming for the new addition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/SFxMyIGCFQI/AAAAAAAAACg/0dkwtK_dWHA/s1600-h/blanket+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/SFxMyIGCFQI/AAAAAAAAACg/0dkwtK_dWHA/s320/blanket+close+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214126892638147842" 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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/SFxKULDbgOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IF7s005Xroo/s1600-h/blanket1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/SFxKULDbgOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IF7s005Xroo/s320/blanket1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214124179013206242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;The pattern is from&lt;a href="http://www.knithappens.com/"&gt; Stitch and Bitch&lt;/a&gt; entitled "Big Bad Baby Blanket"....this is the first time I actually figured out the gauge (with &lt;a href="http://http//www.yarnismymetier.com/"&gt;Karen's&lt;/a&gt; help) and made the pattern fit the wool of my choice.  There were a few hairy moments but overall I love how it turned out.  In fact I think that I might need to make one for myself....but I am going to settle for using the remainder of the wool to make a toque for moi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5127741873685020070?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5127741873685020070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5127741873685020070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5127741873685020070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5127741873685020070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/blanket-numero-uno.html' title='Blanket Numero Uno'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/SFxMyIGCFQI/AAAAAAAAACg/0dkwtK_dWHA/s72-c/blanket+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4093187026236448449</id><published>2008-06-16T16:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:47:28.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a two week review</title><content type='html'>Ok since work has taken over my life as I want to get this project done, blogging has fallen to the end of the priority list so for a catch up this what has been going on (don't hate me for a lame catch-up post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flew home to attend my little brother's (who is 6'3) highschool graduation ceremonies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surprised my entire family except THE DAD who graciously picked me up from the airport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was shocked by the girl's choice of grad dresses (when did skanky become the new black?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughed as my brother partied all weekend long and did not suffer from a hangover once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;danced with my whole family at said graduation party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate a pound of candy with my little sis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met my new cousin (ok second cousin) who is absolutely adorable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ran about six million errands in 5 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tried to meet up with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ran out of time so had to apologize to friends (good thing they are are travelers and understand how time fills up when you arrive home for a visit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;switched out travel attire while fighting with all our humongous tubs of clothes that are crammed into the closet in my parent's basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drove in crappy traffic complete with crappy Calgary weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paid an exorbitant amount of postage to send a package to NZ and one to Oz (Canada Post what gives?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw Sex and the City---overall rating mediocre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoyed a few baths...so delicious.  Mexicans don't seem to into the whole bath notion so I was pretty darn excited to get in the tub at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Checked out my little sister's first apartment--very nice indeed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got our International Driver's Permits so we are legal to drive all over Central and South America!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got back on the plane and am back in Mexico working like a demon to get the work project done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Funny that this list started out with work and ends with it...well not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4093187026236448449?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4093187026236448449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4093187026236448449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4093187026236448449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4093187026236448449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-week-review.html' title='a two week review'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-3445811965792950957</id><published>2008-06-14T13:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:36:28.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EF IT'/><title type='text'>That's right</title><content type='html'>Perhaps an explanation is in order for yesterday's lame post.  First off believe me, I do not think  I have it bad in the slightest....I just usually feel like I never have enough time to do all the things I'd like to, AND I am notorious for taking on too much stuff (just like my Dad---genetics can do weird things).  So,  I generally feel like I am always trying to catch up.  It is a pretty crappy way to feel and an even worse way to live. And on top of that I am  always worrying that I am screwing up all the time...like I won't get the job, then  I do, then I am no good, then I am going to get fired....before any of this ever happens I have made myself think it will and we all know the power of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided (or shall we say I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; on it) to let go of things...to stop worrying what other people think and to just decide that it will work out. Why?  Because I say so MUAH HA HA!  Ok I know that my "caring what others think" issue or my worrying isn't going to go away that easily but I am sure that I can correct this little niggling voice in my head bit by bit. And perhaps I will adopt the "if you don't like it then leave" attitude...yup, you heard me right BEEEOTCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-3445811965792950957?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3445811965792950957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=3445811965792950957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3445811965792950957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3445811965792950957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-right.html' title='That&apos;s right'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8993931556330251397</id><published>2008-06-13T23:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:26:04.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>Truly that is what I feel like... just running to catch up all the time.  I will be so glad to slow down soon and have more time to write again.  I know how lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Crocs is being sued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8993931556330251397?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8993931556330251397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8993931556330251397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8993931556330251397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8993931556330251397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/06/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5802302439472931155</id><published>2008-05-28T16:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:46:28.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOT stylish'/><title type='text'>Crocs = me trying to not to stare in disgust</title><content type='html'>Since when did wearing heinous, heavy-duty PLASTIC footwear become fashionable?  My eyes are bleeding aaaahhhhhh...the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5802302439472931155?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5802302439472931155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5802302439472931155&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5802302439472931155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5802302439472931155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/05/crocs-me-trying-to-not-to-stare-in.html' title='Crocs = me trying to not to stare in disgust'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5580631271216883854</id><published>2008-05-25T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:29:04.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me?'/><title type='text'>The world will be my oyster</title><content type='html'>I am constantly in a battle with myself these days.  It is the confident part versus the insecure part and at the moment insecure is kicking some serious ass.  I don't know why, in my later twenties, I feel more lost than ever before.  I am continually questioning my choices and abilities and envy those who seem to go ahead and 'jump in' knowing they will succeed.  I have no idea where my self-doubting ways have come from but I need to stop, re-evaluate what I really think about me and start thinking in a more positive way.  Geez I sound so lame.  But it really has come to a bit of a breaking point...either I start thinking positively or I might just end up somewhere I don't want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5580631271216883854?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5580631271216883854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5580631271216883854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5580631271216883854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5580631271216883854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-will-be-my-oyster.html' title='The world will be my oyster'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7425343128218481080</id><published>2008-05-19T19:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:52:44.903-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worrying is lame'/><title type='text'>i should get more delicious sleep</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks I have been unable to sleep.  Ok...I do get sleep but not restful and it takes me ages (like hours) to fall into sleep.  The past few weeks I have been working on less than 5-6 hours of sleep a night...I know that seems like it should be enough but I am a gal who likes her 8 hours and it is starting to take its toll.  I don't really know what it is but the minute my head hits the pillow I start thinking about all the work we have to do, all the writing I should be doing, whether we will ever own property.....Clearly I do not need to be keeping myself up worrying over these things but I cannot seem to just let it go.  I envy T who rolls over, tells me not to worry about things because it doesn't help (which I get, thank you very much) and then in about 5 minutes is sawing down a whole forest of sleepy trees while I lie awake pondering all the things I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; should&lt;/span&gt; do. I have been told to take the word SHOULD out of my vocabulary, I am trying but this one is a real hard one to remove for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided to say "screw it"...I did not think about work, I did not worry about writing, I did not worry about what I should be doing and miraculously I fell into delicious sleep.  It was so needed I hope that I can tell everything else in my mind to take a hike tonight because this lady has a TON of delish sleep to catch up on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7425343128218481080?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7425343128218481080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7425343128218481080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7425343128218481080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7425343128218481080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-should-get-more-delicious-sleep.html' title='i should get more delicious sleep'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2802456593798056305</id><published>2008-05-12T15:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:10:08.852-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfing'/><title type='text'>Work and work breaks</title><content type='html'>Work has kicked in and it is taking up most of our waking hours.  Don't get me wrong there are no complaints here...I am happy to get this job moving because that means we are closer to continuing on our adventure--with a bigger bank balance which is great.&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy learning all the design programs and although I am no graphic designer I think I am adequate at using the programs and with T's help we are producing some good designs.  It is nice to be learning as well as using creative skills that I thought 4 years of university buriedSo things are as they say, "Full on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are not working I am working on learning to surf.  I have my own 'tabla de surf' (surfboard in Spanish) and a wetsuit and an ability to make the most amazing wipe-outs.  Truly...I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;talented....I am no longer wading in the whitewater but out with T in the bigger waves learning to stay on my board, paddle and attempt to properly catch waves.  I caught one the other day and managed to stand up at the very end.  Only once but it makes me want to keep going out even if it means I continue to get clobbered by waves.  One day I going ride a wave even if I drink half of the ocean while trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2802456593798056305?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2802456593798056305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2802456593798056305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2802456593798056305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2802456593798056305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/05/work-and-work-breaks.html' title='Work and work breaks'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4830036902493329349</id><published>2008-04-22T16:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:56:57.902-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><title type='text'>a trip down memory lane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfq_A8nXMsQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfq_A8nXMsQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4830036902493329349?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4830036902493329349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4830036902493329349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4830036902493329349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4830036902493329349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='a trip down memory lane...'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-9084919522101221424</id><published>2008-04-21T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:38:08.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>working hard to not work</title><content type='html'>We managed a computer free weekend...no work and lots of play!  Working on this project is harder that I think we both anticipated...it is hard to pull yourself away from work with a deadline looming and no content in sight.  Working online and in Mexico is pretty awesome but maintaining our focus when there are beaches, restaurants and other fun things nearby make is difficult at times.  But all I keep thinking is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;in 2.5 months or so we will be free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in 2.5 months we will be getting ready to immerse ourselves in Spanish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in 2.5 months we won't be working!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-9084919522101221424?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/9084919522101221424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=9084919522101221424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/9084919522101221424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/9084919522101221424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/working-hard-to-not-work.html' title='working hard to not work'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5715181244134643039</id><published>2008-04-16T13:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:55:46.329-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='type'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>looking for a cool font?</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong that I love all &lt;a href="http://www.fontdiner.com"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; retro fonts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5715181244134643039?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5715181244134643039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5715181244134643039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5715181244134643039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5715181244134643039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-for-cool-font.html' title='looking for a cool font?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7228635636706601400</id><published>2008-04-15T16:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:43:32.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>France to ban thinness?</title><content type='html'>So the French parliament is &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24126072/"&gt;trying to ban advertising that promotes excessive thinness&lt;/a&gt;.  Of course the French couture lovers are up in arms about how can a judge rule whether a girl is too skinny or not. It is rather interesting that France, a country renowned for beautiful people, amazing fashion and, of course, its couture shows is one of the first taking a stab at trying to promote a healthier body image to women and men. &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think this will work though I am not too sure whether the entire fashion industry will bow down and allow regular looking people on the runways and in ads...it would totally remove the amount of power advertising has on all of us if we looked at an ad and thought "I totally look as good as her" and meant it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7228635636706601400?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7228635636706601400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7228635636706601400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7228635636706601400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7228635636706601400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/france-to-ban-thinness.html' title='France to ban thinness?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8630374616805454784</id><published>2008-04-15T10:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:29:23.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>one of those days...</title><content type='html'>It is 10:17am and it has already been one of those days...one of those days where you wake up feeling pretty good --things are going well and maybe you have gotten a few things right....and then WHAM! life bitch-slaps you in the face just to let you know that you've got a lot more crap to wade through and while you are reeling from the smack life whispers "it ain't easy kid...you gonna fight or give up?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8630374616805454784?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8630374616805454784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8630374616805454784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8630374616805454784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8630374616805454784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days...'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-896967137940588269</id><published>2008-04-11T19:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:27:53.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is hard'/><title type='text'>I just want to check it off my list!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes little things are hard when you aren't living at home...usually the easier the task the harder it is to get it completed in a foreign country.  T and I ran out today to rest our eyes from the computer and to get a few errands done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get my wetsuit fixed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get laundry done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pick up fresh veggies and fruit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy a gift for our nephew &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;send a parcel and some mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy right? Hell NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry was easy the laundromat wasn't full so we chucked out clothes in and continued on our way ignorantly thinking that everything else would follow suit....sigh we are naive.  Anyhow we picked out a hoodie for our nephew and then headed to the DHL outlet which really isn't a DHL but somehow couriered mail is sent and received there.  We wanted to send the hoodie right away, we walked in the door and, in shockingly poor Spanish, explained we needed to send it.  He told us that you cannot ship clothing out of Mexico. Sigh....we asked why and he mumbled something about terrorists.  Ok whatever you say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another small gift to send to Portland, it was teeny maybe 3" x 3" and cost about $10.  After a few minutes on the phone and measuring our little package the post guy happily announced it would cost us $550 pesos..that is $55 US.  We thanked him but decided that it wasn't worth it. UHHHH I also have some documents that need to get back home but I have decided to forgo messing around in our little town with DHL and will mail it next time I am in La Paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as getting my wetsuit fixed (since I am trying to learn to surf) we visited the tailor's kiosk about 4 times, each time he was not there.  The other customer's told us "Un momento"...a moment puleasse...on the fifth time he was there and promised to get my suit done by tomorrow so all in all going back 5 times was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got some of out list done but now we have a kid-sized hoodie that cannot be sent out and can't be returned....but, on the positive-side, T tried it on.  It was very, very tight and perhaps seeing that was worth the $10 and the hassles today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-896967137940588269?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/896967137940588269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=896967137940588269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/896967137940588269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/896967137940588269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-want-to-check-it-off-my-list.html' title='I just want to check it off my list!'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4292045156778352336</id><published>2008-04-10T10:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:59:42.505-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Bag Hag?</title><content type='html'>Though I have always loved clothes and shoes I have never been one to covet designer bags...in fact I think the majority of them (hello Louis Vuitton) are hideous. I cannot believe people fork over thousands of dollars for a fugly brown bag with some initials on it.  And what is worse is that I know people who have more than one.  Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I may have met my maker.... &lt;a href="htttp://www.gerarddarel.com/"&gt;Gerard Darel&lt;/a&gt; designs are amazing! The 36 hour St. Germain bag in the grey calf skin leather is totally on my covet list!  I want one no..I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; one.   And with a little research I have discovered they have a store in Mexico City....it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; meant to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4292045156778352336?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4292045156778352336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4292045156778352336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4292045156778352336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4292045156778352336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/bag-hag.html' title='Bag Hag?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-233727290649973033</id><published>2008-04-09T19:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:38:13.686-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>frizzled or frazzled....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I might just be too far behind for all this web technology...SEO, key words, blogging BAHHHH it is enough to make a girl go loopy which is just how I am feeling about the ol' world wide web today. I often wonder how all these super internet entrepreneurs have all the time to blog, twitter, stumbleupon, facebook....frick it took all my might to set up my &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt; account though I am still partially unclear about exactly what this will do for me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...love love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; technology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-233727290649973033?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/233727290649973033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=233727290649973033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/233727290649973033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/233727290649973033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/frizzled-or-frazzled.html' title='frizzled or frazzled....'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-1974400619629505825</id><published>2008-04-08T14:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:16:47.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>who the hell is still buying fannypacks?</title><content type='html'>While writing a post about poor tourist fashion choices I needed a photo to accompany the article.  I really wanted a middle-aged old guy with a big belly sporting the horrendous fannypack.  I dare you to type fannypack into google and just see what you come up with...there is a band called Fannypack, people bashing the 'pack' and then companies still manufacturing and selling fannypacks (frick...who knew people are still buying these...must be the same people who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; wearing scrunchies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favourite was &lt;a href="http://http://fannypackantics.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-1974400619629505825?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1974400619629505825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=1974400619629505825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1974400619629505825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1974400619629505825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-hell-is-still-buying-fannypacks.html' title='who the hell is still buying fannypacks?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2447594288650847833</id><published>2008-04-07T18:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:47:33.094-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>a word to the wise</title><content type='html'>when handling dried chilie peppers with bare hands DON'T rub your nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2447594288650847833?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2447594288650847833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2447594288650847833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2447594288650847833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2447594288650847833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/word-to-wise.html' title='a word to the wise'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-1414395991588479021</id><published>2008-04-02T11:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:19:56.817-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>gettin' schooled</title><content type='html'>Since I am constantly worried that my writing is appalling and that my abilities to write a decent post are somewhat lacking I took notice of a colleague's blog where she noted that she was taking a course in writing and I thought..should I?  I think the fact that I asked myself this means YES YOU SHOULD!  T has been suggesting it for awhile but I think since I'm not sure whether there is a future for me as a writer/blogger I have been reluctant to sign onto anything.  But I don't think it could hurt...well, maybe only my pride a little when I get back a few scathing critiques about comma usage or something, but if it doesn't make me drown in a puddle of my own salty tears it will only makes me stronger and (let's hope) a more employable writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.lsj.org/"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;...course are available online. ( I know a few of you who might be interested)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-1414395991588479021?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1414395991588479021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=1414395991588479021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1414395991588479021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1414395991588479021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/gettin-schooled.html' title='gettin&apos; schooled'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7928090917515453347</id><published>2008-04-01T20:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:19:03.283-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>yearning for years past</title><content type='html'>Sigh. My little bro graduates this year...exactly ten years after I left the comforting arms of highschool. I was lucky I think, highschool was a pretty good time for me (well..discounting grade 11 which is a whole other story).  But my last year was a pleasure and I think I realized it at the time, at least I hope I did. It was a small class but a really good class. Meh...I am getting all nostalgic when I know my brother would commenting on how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; I must be...10 years and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7928090917515453347?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7928090917515453347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7928090917515453347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7928090917515453347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7928090917515453347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/04/yearning-for-years-past.html' title='yearning for years past'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2230038734251572157</id><published>2008-03-30T12:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:56:29.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Things are good</title><content type='html'>Finally we are here, in Mexico!  Things are going well and I think T and I are starting to learn how to live slower..even if we have a lot of work to do by mid-June.  We did get that design job I had mentioned and after a bit of a delay, it is now full-force.  I think we are both a little concerned that the deadline will come too quickly we are focussing on just putting our heads down and getting it done so we can continue our travels (with pockets a little fuller).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am busy writing for a blog as well.  It is a little harder for me which is partly due to that fact that A) I have not really been back to writing in ages B) in uni all I wrote were scientific labs (ugh) so my creative stream is a little lacking these days.  But I believe I am improving and like they always say 'practice makes perfect' but I will settle for 'better' right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico is awesome.  People are friendly and the beaches are beautiful.  I have only been out surfing once (and when I say surfing, I mean trying to surf) as T and I both got hit with a rather mean cold.  But we are planning to try and get out a couple of times a week now that we are both feeling better and our project is moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2230038734251572157?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2230038734251572157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2230038734251572157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2230038734251572157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2230038734251572157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-are-good.html' title='Things are good'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7219443802215590958</id><published>2008-03-07T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:56:42.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>movie recommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/classics/persepolis/"&gt;Persepolis&lt;/a&gt; is an adaption of a graphic novel about the accounts of a young girl growing up in Iran after the revolution. I loved the film and highly recommend it.  The animation style used is mesmerizing and the characters are all enchanting in their own way, especially her grandmother.  It really makes you wonder what you would do is faced with a similar event. Would you stand up and risk death, follow the crowd and wait it out or remove yourself completely thereby denying where you came from?  Food for thought…but definitely try and track this film down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7219443802215590958?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7219443802215590958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7219443802215590958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7219443802215590958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7219443802215590958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/03/movie-recommendation.html' title='movie recommendation'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-306356638190620394</id><published>2008-03-04T22:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:48:46.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talents?</title><content type='html'>Perhaps it is because I am tired but I am feeling a little unsure about my talents if there are any at all.  These great opportunities have presented themselves to me and I still feel like I don't deserve any of it...usually I am not so lackluster but I am concerned that perhaps my worthiness is debatable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-306356638190620394?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/306356638190620394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=306356638190620394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/306356638190620394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/306356638190620394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/03/talents.html' title='talents?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-185070522434680746</id><published>2008-03-01T16:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:48:56.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Paco and Francois</title><content type='html'>I am stealing internet from a cafe below our little room.  Who knew that travelling 4 years later would involve all this tech gear and the option of stealing wireless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attempting to speak Spanish when I can here but I end up butchering it and then about 10 minutes later I think of the right way or a better way to say something.  Luckily most of the people are receptive to us trying but there are a few who respond in English or say rude things in Spanish.  But for the most part people let us try and that is all we can expect. I am worried that I won't pick it up quickly or at all, as it seems that all that learning has disappeared inside my brain to some dark corner where it is resting on an old couch, eating nachos and talking with the French lessons I took years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-185070522434680746?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/185070522434680746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=185070522434680746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/185070522434680746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/185070522434680746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/03/paco-and-francois.html' title='Paco and Francois'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5723212713858558633</id><published>2008-02-29T11:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:44:32.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Snow to sun</title><content type='html'>We made it....out of blizzarding Calgary all the way to the Baja.  And I have been really lazy at updating this so here is another catch up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned 27 in San Francisco and got ID'd in the same day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I paid $18 for a mani and pedi in San Fran....how can it be so pricey in Calgary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wilfrid seems to be acting better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mexican military stops scare me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Spanish is atrocious but I try anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We rented a house by a world class surf break...it comes with a housecleaner WHA???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to try and learn how to surf ( I am already imagining burping up saltwater)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My writing gig might just be working out...though I still feel like I am a sham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T has not burned his entire body yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are whales right off the coast here so close you could swim out and touch them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people here are very friendly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like this could be a potential home for us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5723212713858558633?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5723212713858558633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5723212713858558633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5723212713858558633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5723212713858558633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-to-sun.html' title='Snow to sun'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8619172111372894483</id><published>2008-02-22T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:26:27.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to the Apple master</title><content type='html'>can you please make Wilfrid, my new mac, behave himself?  i would be ever so grateful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yours in mac love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8619172111372894483?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8619172111372894483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8619172111372894483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8619172111372894483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8619172111372894483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-apple-master.html' title='to the Apple master'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8905657677134638655</id><published>2008-02-12T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:06:00.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>somehow it always works out</title><content type='html'>So this is going to be  a speedy catch up since I have been MIA for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well and we have started out on our adventure down south:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;T and I managed to get just the design part of the job we were offered which means we will work on the road and set up a little apartment in Mexico until June. Once we get final approval on the design work we are free to travel with a bank account that will be a little fuller :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am kung-fu chopped my student loans and am officially debt free HIIII YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally signed up for Skype&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T and I managed to make all our possessions fit into the spaces offered by my parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also managed to pack the car without everything exploding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually managed to pack my clothes in a bag the same size as T's (I know I impressed myself)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We left Calgary in a blizzard and managed to hit the highway just as it was opening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a job working for a travel blog that actually pays me to write about our adventure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I love Vancouver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So we are on our way and will be heading to the States tomorrow.  I am praying that the border officials are nice and that T doesn't provoke them as he often does when faced with figures of authority. I did explain we might need to kiss butt a little to which I received the evil eye and a lecture about "how it is none of their business where we are going..."  I am pretty sure they will think otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8905657677134638655?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8905657677134638655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8905657677134638655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8905657677134638655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8905657677134638655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/02/somehow-it-always-works-out.html' title='somehow it always works out'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4434764765037212261</id><published>2008-01-18T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:15:16.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Busy bee</title><content type='html'>So I have been busy trying to figure out all the intricacies of out trip...like how does one insure a computer while travelling...ok I have not solved this issue yet but I am working towards it.  As well as trying to sell my car, write a work contract for T and I and ponder my wardrobe for the trip, which as we all know is extremely important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as far as the work opportunity goes we managed to come to a middle ground.  We will do the design work in Mexico and have a contractor take over the rest of the project.  This is  the best outcome by far.  This way we don't need to come back, we just do the work, send it on, get approval and continue on our way through Central and South America.  I got myself worked up for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good about how this worked out and a few other opportunities have sprung up for me as well that are do-able on the road which would be great experience as well as provide fuel for the resume.  So maybe I can just CALM DOWN about life and let it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4434764765037212261?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4434764765037212261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4434764765037212261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4434764765037212261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4434764765037212261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-966047279034518817</id><published>2008-01-15T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:00:31.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good-bye'/><title type='text'>breaking up with my car</title><content type='html'>Well someone wants to come see my car, which is great, but I have to admit I am a little sad about selling my beloved Bobby. He is the first car I bought on my own when I returned home from travelling and he was all mine. I have spent lots of time in my little car speeding around town, grooving to my music, loving that he actually warmed up quickly on mornings that brought -30 degree weather....there are just so many good thing about him. But all good things come to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished cleaning and polishing him up and a little twinge of sadness came over me.  I mean I know it could not last forever but for some reason I am quite sad at the prospect of losing him. I will miss him dearly.  So, dear Bobby Assfire, you have been a fabulous first car and I really hope that who ever owns you next treats you well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-966047279034518817?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/966047279034518817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=966047279034518817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/966047279034518817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/966047279034518817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/01/breaking-up-with-my-car.html' title='breaking up with my car'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5125754372350171548</id><published>2008-01-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:30:27.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>unusual to do list</title><content type='html'>Things I need to do in the next three weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a tetanus shot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sell my car "Bobby Assfire"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try to figure out how to insure a car, two computers, a camera and printer that will be riding in said car for the next 12 to 14 months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to use skype&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh and learn how to use adobe illustrator and indesign&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh piece of cake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5125754372350171548?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5125754372350171548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5125754372350171548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5125754372350171548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5125754372350171548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/01/unusual-to-do-list.html' title='unusual to do list'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2839189452177257772</id><published>2008-01-07T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:02:07.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>taking deep breaths</title><content type='html'>Ok so I was in a little bit of a panic in my last post.  You'd think by now I would be able to deal better with life's decisions but well...the fact of the matter is I have to have a complete freak out first,  then sleep on it, mull over it for a few more days and then decide that it will just have to work out.  Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be able to a more calm and sure individual...I am sure that by my recent behaviour T would say "no".  The last few days have presented a solution that may solve all our worries, I cannot say more as I am superstitious but if it all works as I hope I will fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's talk about something fabulous...like my new MacBook Pro gifted to me from the best husband in the world.  I have never had my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; computer before so this is a little unreal.  I think it needs a name but I am not too sure yet what it will be...but names take time.  I am also searching for a laptop bag that does not look like a laptop bag.  There are some really cool companies out there and once I compile the contenders I will post the links so those who need a nerd-free bag can check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2839189452177257772?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2839189452177257772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2839189452177257772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2839189452177257772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2839189452177257772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/01/taking-deep-breaths.html' title='taking deep breaths'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4411614934940498472</id><published>2008-01-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:43:05.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>what to do?</title><content type='html'>i am feeling pulled in two different directions.  we are supposed to be leaving in the next few weeks to go travelling and a work opportunity has come up which would be great but it will interfere with the travels we have planned.  i am not sure what to do. thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4411614934940498472?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4411614934940498472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4411614934940498472&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4411614934940498472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4411614934940498472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-to-do.html' title='what to do?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-3145384407301133978</id><published>2007-12-20T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:47:58.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>D-O-N-E! Done.</title><content type='html'>The packing is done! (yes angels really are singing in the background). I am so relieved that it is finished. But all that exertion of packing up our life here, dragging boxes to the truck and then cramming them into storage really took it out of T and I.  We have pretty much been zombies all week, which has been great for me as I have been able to tune out the Christmas jerks that have taken over the mall while I scramble to finish my shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is finish off work (my contract ends tomorrow) and I can sleep, eat, wrap gifts and watch Christmas movies till my eyes turn into squares.  It really doesn't take that much to make me a happy gal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-3145384407301133978?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3145384407301133978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=3145384407301133978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3145384407301133978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3145384407301133978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/d-o-n-e-done.html' title='D-O-N-E! Done.'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-20856059670495673</id><published>2007-12-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:15:52.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>the straw that made the camel get drunk</title><content type='html'>I think my stress level has reached the point where I could possible burst into tears at any point. Charming I know and yes, poor poor T.  But I am valiantly trying to focus on this Sunday when; our apartment will be packed up, we will be living in luxury with my parents (comparatively speaking), my friends will be home for Christmas, I will be almost done gift shopping and I can drink myself into a languid stupor on rum n' eggnog while eating an entire tupperware full of shortbread. Life will be sweet again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-20856059670495673?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/20856059670495673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=20856059670495673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/20856059670495673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/20856059670495673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/straw-that-made-camel-get-drunk.html' title='the straw that made the camel get drunk'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2950174010464142362</id><published>2007-12-10T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:05:11.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeve'/><title type='text'>no sh*t</title><content type='html'>The first thing that was said to me today was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHOAAAAAAAAAA you look reeeeeally tired!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee thanks...what happened to 'if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2950174010464142362?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2950174010464142362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2950174010464142362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2950174010464142362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2950174010464142362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-sht.html' title='no sh*t'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2179659086321675256</id><published>2007-12-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:56:22.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.kreativemix.blogspot.com"&gt;KreativeMix&lt;/a&gt;, this is the first time I have been tagged so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the The Rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to then report this on their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. They then need to tag others and list their names on their blog. They are also asked to leave a comment for each of the tagged, to let them know that they have been tagged and to read the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot random stuff about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At the tender age of three I got a chair stuck on my head.  Yes I know wha???? I did. Don't ask... it is a family legend that I will never live down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have freckles on my face, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; my face. They turned up after grade 4 and they are still here. People tell me they will fade but I am beginning to think that I will be forever young even at 80 with a full-on freckle-face though I am guessing by then my wrinkles might hide them all. (ahem Lu wear your sunscreen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am quite reserved with people I don't know at first and am often mistaken for being really private. I am..until you get to know me then I will sing, dance and perform for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My sister and I have a slew of made-up terms that we have managed to get my family using. Nope not twins just sisters who spent too much time eating candy and cackling over bad tv shows and dance movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate cooked carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have an unfortunate addiction to shortbread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tag &lt;a href="http://www.countingthethingsiknow.blogspot.com"&gt;things i know&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dabalogh.blogspot.com"&gt;dan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sometimesthen.blogspot.com"&gt;taking the time to unwind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2179659086321675256?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2179659086321675256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2179659086321675256&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2179659086321675256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2179659086321675256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7015913739841831421</id><published>2007-12-06T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:35:04.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>a week to go</title><content type='html'>As of this Saturday we have one week..ONE WEEK to pack up the rest of the 3.5 years T and I have spent here. Part of me thinks good riddance but I have to admit that it has been good for both us though it is time for us to start a new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, ONE WEEK. Uhhh it is make me queasy just thinking about it. We did manage to get about 8 boxes to my folks place but there are still random piles of our stuff that somehow need to work their way into a box.&lt;br /&gt;We have also accumulated an odd assortment of items which need to find a way out of our home and not into our storage, included are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a heated fish tank that T thought would be a good idea which actually turned into a massacre of 15 neon tetras &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; a planter full of old corks (not mine) and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a collection of empty Scotch bottle containers (again NOT mine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But the closet exploding all over the place...that IS mine and that stuff isn't going anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7015913739841831421?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7015913739841831421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7015913739841831421&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7015913739841831421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7015913739841831421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/week-to-go.html' title='a week to go'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-6275302169553388642</id><published>2007-12-04T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:16:16.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><title type='text'>oh ladieeeeeees</title><content type='html'>I was doing a bit of surfing as I was trying to find out the name of the &lt;a href="http://home.ca.inter.net/%7Evow/vwoHerat.htm"&gt;women's shelter&lt;/a&gt; in Herat as I was hoping to make a donation. I came across this cool &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgirl.net"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.  It has interesting articles and information for and about women.  They had some facts I did not know about...for instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Researchers have found that only 2.7 percent of sampled news stories focused on women on weekdays and 3 percent focused on women on Sunday." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We make up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more of the population than that. Go check it out and be informed.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-6275302169553388642?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6275302169553388642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=6275302169553388642&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6275302169553388642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6275302169553388642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-ladieeeeeees.html' title='oh ladieeeeeees'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7354178216314799893</id><published>2007-12-03T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:59:37.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>happy b-day lil' bro</title><content type='html'>Today is my little brother's birthday and when I say little I actually mean 6'3. It is pretty crazy that he is 17 as I can remember the morning he was born and my dad was running around the house yelling at my sis and I to "STAY IN BED...YOUR MOM IS HAVING THE BABY....DON'T WORRY" he did pretty much scare us right back into bed. Then, later that day, we got a phone call at school that we had a new baby brother. &lt;br /&gt;Little did the "little brother" know that:&lt;br /&gt;a) he would wear pick diapers for the first 60 days of his life because everyone was SO sure he would be a girl that diapers were pre-bought&lt;br /&gt;b) he would be subjected to being my sister's real life toy that she could dress up and put in her toy cradle beside her creepy Baby Shivers.&lt;br /&gt;c) he would have two older sisters that love him soooooo much but also have no qualms about totally embarrassing him when necessary (though he has started to retaliate which is a bit distressing)&lt;br /&gt;So to my much younger bro happy birthday and thanks for all the disgusting jokes, crazy dances, random attempted punches and for growing up to be pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7354178216314799893?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7354178216314799893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7354178216314799893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7354178216314799893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7354178216314799893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-b-day-lil-bro.html' title='happy b-day lil&apos; bro'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-3292538043696692769</id><published>2007-11-30T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:49:36.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>getting me down</title><content type='html'>It is early and I feel half asleep which is pretty much how I have been feeling for the past month. It is cold here, about -20C, beats me what that is in Fahrenheit but let me just say it is COLD.  Like freeze your cheeks off (either set) cold or wear as many layers starting with thermals cold.  Anyway the colder it gets the more I think I am not a cold-weather person. I like the snow but not the wind-chill.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first Christmas party of the season. It was an open house at an agency where I used to work.  Everyone there is amazing, they truly were to best group of people to work with. It was nice to catch up with everyone but after the end of the night I ended up feeling a bit melancholy about my career  or, to be honest, my lack of one.  I am not too sure why it hit me more last night and today but I suppose it is that I see friends or co-workers my age moving ahead, getting promoted and earning great wages and seeming pretty darn happy.  I usually get the inevitable question "So...where are you now?" to which I have to try and explain all the jobs I've held in the last 2.5 years. Which usually gets a "Wow...that is a lot of jobs..".  I just end up feeling inarticulate, stupid and a little bit embarrassed by the fact that I am 26, edging on 27, and I have no clear career direction yet. It is just kind of getting me down today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-3292538043696692769?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3292538043696692769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=3292538043696692769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3292538043696692769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3292538043696692769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/11/getting-me-down.html' title='getting me down'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8334977319335599636</id><published>2007-11-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:01:19.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>a bit nerdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I read the Golden Compass about 1 month ago, actually I devoured it.  It was a great fantastical story intermixed with the author's philosophical thoughts on Christianity.  I have been getting people I know to read it and already have a date to see the movie.  You can go to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.goldencompassmovie.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and find out what your daemon is...a daemon is a person's soul manifested into an animal which can be seen by others. I know crazy eh?  Anyway because I am a bit nerdy I went to find out what my daemon is...meet Lutheus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/R03fdGPtSgI/AAAAAAAAACI/GgZ__42Uu74/s1600-h/GoldenCompass_Lutheusfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/R03fdGPtSgI/AAAAAAAAACI/GgZ__42Uu74/s320/GoldenCompass_Lutheusfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138008440885299714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neat hey, T did it too but he was slightly pissed that his was a gibbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8334977319335599636?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8334977319335599636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8334977319335599636&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8334977319335599636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8334977319335599636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/11/bit-nerdy.html' title='a bit nerdy'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/R03fdGPtSgI/AAAAAAAAACI/GgZ__42Uu74/s72-c/GoldenCompass_Lutheusfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5108967264866398710</id><published>2007-11-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:40:35.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbours'/><title type='text'>roll me a head!</title><content type='html'>Remember how I mentioned we had the coolest neighbours...well they moved out in October and new people moved in.&lt;br /&gt;I have had it.&lt;br /&gt;This new couple has huge screaming matches where things get broken or someone gets kicked out and we have to listen to it. But the icing on the damn cake is that at 3am this morning their huge bull mastiff cried and whined all morning.  Beats me where the neighbours were as there is no way they could have been sleeping with that yowling going on. T and I tried everything from banging on the floor to praying it would stop.  T even went downstairs wearing his uggs, my sassy fleece robe from grade 8 and his newsboy cap (obviously it was very early in the am) and banged loudly on the door to no avail though the dog did come by and sniff at the door.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am at work holding my eyes open with toothpicks while I chug coffee.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is if that happens again tonight..heads are gonna roll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5108967264866398710?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5108967264866398710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5108967264866398710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5108967264866398710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5108967264866398710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/11/roll-me-head.html' title='roll me a head!'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7027321024383437096</id><published>2007-11-23T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:09:31.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equality'/><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>As I was reading the online version of our paper today I came across a very &lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/calgaryherald/news/entertainment/story.html?id=6ba30302-b669-45e5-abeb-851901907112"&gt;disturbing article&lt;/a&gt; about a video game designed for girls to "lie, bitch and flirt your way to the top of the high school ladder." I cannot even explain how much this makes my blood boil...like Paris Hilton and Britney Spears aren't doing enough to destroy the minds of young girls, now they can play a game designed to make them act like total idiots.  According to the game's creative director (who surprisingly is a woman) the game is being misrepresented and that its intention is to be tongue-in-cheek about trying to be cool in high school.  Right because at the age of 10 or 11 young girls will get the "irony " involved.  PuLEASE.... What happened to encouraging young women to focus on their individuality and intelligence?  And why is a woman promoting this?  I cannot believe that is this day in age when women are positively  influencing  the way the world runs that some idiot comes up with a game to hold us back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7027321024383437096?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7027321024383437096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7027321024383437096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7027321024383437096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7027321024383437096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/11/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-3962602950056230170</id><published>2007-11-21T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:54:14.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>catch up</title><content type='html'>so i have been slacking on posting so here is what is going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the trip to San Francisco was awesome. it is beautiful and clean with really friendly people. I will post some pics soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we did a major pack of the apartment last weekend and attacked the office which was the room i was most scared of. we used to put everything we didn't know what to do with in there and then close the door....but it is clean now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i posted some furniture for sale on monday and it sold monday night and now we have no dressers, desk or book shelf. our bedroom just has a bed in it and piles of clothes on the ground!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our landlord brought someone to have a look at our apartment last night, it was sort of embarassing because like i said above our stuff is all over the ground. but she liked the place which means we can move out Dec.15 and get half a month of rent back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh yeah and she wants to buy our TV and DVD player which means we dont have to move it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it snowed here and though i don't feel like being cold i do hope it is a white christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-3962602950056230170?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3962602950056230170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=3962602950056230170&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3962602950056230170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3962602950056230170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/11/catch-up.html' title='catch up'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-6600044475030691086</id><published>2007-11-16T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:31:18.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>patience is not my virtue</title><content type='html'>U2's Beautiful Day is playing on the radio at work and it is making think of the adventures to come. Of the sun on my face as T and I drive into the unknown. The taste of freedom is making it hard for me to focus on  this Friday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-6600044475030691086?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6600044475030691086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=6600044475030691086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6600044475030691086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6600044475030691086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/11/patience-is-not-my-virtue.html' title='patience is not my virtue'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8190905844046226753</id><published>2007-11-08T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:36:39.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>posture and other things</title><content type='html'>So I am taking a photography course and the teacher cracks me up.  There is a little language barrier with the teacher which ends up translating into random comments on a person's physique which sends me into giggles at the back of the classroom.  Believe me, he has said unflattering things about me and I still think it is funny...&lt;br /&gt;We had to all take turns modeling while people took turns taking photos and posing us, so that we could see how posing has a lot to do with how well a photo turns out. First up, young working gal, she reluctantly dragged herself to the front...the first thing the teacher says is she will look 20 pounds lighter if she does not face the camera straight on. I couldn't believe he said it, but young working gal took it well and remarked that she will walk sideways from now on.  Our prof doesn't mean it, I think he just says exactly what he is thinking without thinking about how it might sound.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get volunteered so I go up and they take some photos and he says, " see because her face is so skinny you can create cheekbones".  I started to laugh because he just says the things we would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; say.  Then the finale was a larger guy was asked to model and the Prof suggested that if he sat up straighter he would be less chunky!  Again this guy was pretty good about it and laughed it off.  And I was busy at the back of the classroom trying to stifle snorts while I laughed in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson...sit up straight in photos and don't face the camera, angle yourself away a bit and think before you speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8190905844046226753?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8190905844046226753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8190905844046226753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8190905844046226753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8190905844046226753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/11/posture-and-other-things.html' title='posture and other things'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2358644394360477439</id><published>2007-11-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:14:33.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>The weekend starts for me tomorrow night when i fly to San Francisco with my mom. Yesterday I was not very excited but my feelings have changed as I browsed the SF tourism site. Museums, great food (wooo Sushi!) and lot of boutiques compounded by the kick-ass-ness of the Canadian dollar has helped. The only thing I am mildly stressed about is what to pack...or more honestly how many shoes is too many for a 4 day trip.    The weather network shows cool temperatures and rain which is detrimental to my packing abilities.  I think it is easier to pack for long trips than weekend trips...I only took 2 bags for a year in Japan but I feel like the suitcase I am taking to SF is way too big. Hmmm but I do plan to do a bit of shopping so it will probably be bursting on the way home to T's dismay.  What? I can't help it, I love clothes the way gold member loves skin. (if you read this sis, you'll recall my perfect imitation of "i loooooovve clothes") a disgusting comparison perhaps but i think that same madness that we all saw in this character resembles my love of shoes, bag, clothes, scarves...righty then, this post has gone a bit askew but suffice to say i will be loving SF and all that is in it all the while experimenting with my new digital SLR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2358644394360477439?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2358644394360477439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2358644394360477439&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2358644394360477439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2358644394360477439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-6098263495705756463</id><published>2007-10-30T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:01:19.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>a faun, a fairy and TeenWolf</title><content type='html'>OK perhaps this was not on actual Halloween but we were in the spirirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/RyfmtRFQCTI/AAAAAAAAABw/QTshdpbl7Cc/s1600-h/IMG_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/RyfmtRFQCTI/AAAAAAAAABw/QTshdpbl7Cc/s320/IMG_4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127320366138526002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/RyfnChFQCUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VPwQRJKPhEw/s1600-h/IMG_4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/RyfnChFQCUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VPwQRJKPhEw/s320/IMG_4423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127320731210746178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/RyfnfxFQCVI/AAAAAAAAACA/HlKXETM4dlU/s1600-h/IMG_4389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/RyfnfxFQCVI/AAAAAAAAACA/HlKXETM4dlU/s320/IMG_4389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127321233721919826" 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/1823206623284552485-6098263495705756463?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6098263495705756463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=6098263495705756463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6098263495705756463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6098263495705756463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/faun-fairy-and-teenwolf.html' title='a faun, a fairy and TeenWolf'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/RyfmtRFQCTI/AAAAAAAAABw/QTshdpbl7Cc/s72-c/IMG_4390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-363038999533418540</id><published>2007-10-30T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:21:09.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exciting'/><title type='text'>ready...set....PACK!</title><content type='html'>Since I am usually rambly I am guessing this blog is going to be a combo of that side of me as well as a place for me to write about my travels which are going to start again soon! We are leaving in about 2.5 months for Central and South America...but before then we have a pile of stuff to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Pack up the apartment&lt;br /&gt;      This has started!  Well actually I have only chucked our CDs into a box so there is lots to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Take pictures of furniture, post online and (please please) sell furniture&lt;br /&gt;      We are getting rid of some dressers, a desk and a bookshelf....this does mean that for about 4       weeks our clothes will live on the floor, chairs, the back of doors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Sell my beloved Ford Aspire a.k.a "Bobby Assfire"&lt;br /&gt;        I did not think I would care but I am more than a little sad to think I won't be speeding                  around in this car again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Try and get my Spanish ability moving forward&lt;br /&gt;        With all this other stuff going on I have been slacking on studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Get T and I vaccinated.&lt;br /&gt;        I hate needles. T hates them more than I do...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Eat everything in the pantry&lt;br /&gt;      Ok maybe not the seriously old looking vermicelli noodles that I cannot recall buying...but I        hate throwing out food so we are going to attack that pantry with voracious appetites for all        things canned, pickled and possibly unrecognizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am getting a bit panicky that 6 weeks is not enough time for us to get ready and out of our apartment it is a good excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-363038999533418540?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/363038999533418540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=363038999533418540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/363038999533418540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/363038999533418540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/readysetpack.html' title='ready...set....PACK!'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-886589397061792610</id><published>2007-10-26T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:49:44.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite'/><title type='text'>delish!</title><content type='html'>As far as snacks go I tend to crave sweets in any fashion...cookies, candy (sours),  etc.  I actually don't crave chocolate,  Japan is to blame (or maybe to thank) for that.  The Japanese don't know about chocolate.  I tried their 'version'  of chocolate a few times and honestly it killed any desire for chocolate I might have had.  Anyway...I digress, my new favourite snack is rice crackers (a thing the Japanese know tonnes about) and &lt;a href="http://www.tribehummus.com/hummus.html"&gt;jalapeno hummus&lt;/a&gt;.  Best snack ever, I swear, try it..you'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-886589397061792610?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/886589397061792610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=886589397061792610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/886589397061792610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/886589397061792610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/delish.html' title='delish!'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8107550294011010175</id><published>2007-10-25T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:32:53.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head chatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>i got phished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;$%^@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I would use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and colourful language but I do believe there are more descriptive words to describe this situation....ok not really... I just want to swear to the the high heavens about this.  So here is the deal...my bank has been calling me non-stop and since I can see it is a 1-866 number I have been 'avoiding' the calls.  Yes they could be calling for something important and this has crossed my mind which would explain my lack of brain cells about two hours ago.  In my junk mail was a message from my bank asking me to log in and update my security information....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In my brain at that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;  "Ooooooh so THAT is why they are calling.  Ugh what a pain, is this why they have been      calling me three times a day for two weeks. Oops guess I should do this then maybe those blood sucking telephone operators can give it a rest for a bit...what a crappy job, really I should think of what they do whenever I am feeling bad about my lack of career and direction. Suckas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later filling out my bank info on a form that I clicked to from the 'bank message'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait a minute...didn't I already give this info.....$%#&amp;amp;  %$#% %^#$ this is not my stupid bank....would their email address end in @sympatico.ca.  UUUUHHHHH I am an idiot.....Oh my GOD someone may have my information RIGHT NOW.  Frick I am such a tool.  Ok ok ok call the bank..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I did and told them that about the email and to watch for unusual activity. Then I changed my password and called t to tell him about the situation.  As always he told me not to worry I did the right thing.  The right thing would have been not clicking that link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later her gets an email entitled "cannot breathe" from his lovely if a bit crazy wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    "oh my god t i am scared that they have my info...i think i am having a minor panic attack...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I should just reiterate how lucky I am to have someone that loves me even though I can get myself worked up in less that 3 minutes and then proceed to stress myself to the point of no return)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He very nicely suggested that perhaps I should just cancel my cards for peace of mind...I think it was his peace of mind but it was good call and that is just what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I owe an apology to the people at VISA and my bank.  Thanks for cancelling my cards and not thinking that I was a total nard for clicking a link into a totally FAKE email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And yes...I will call you back about adjusting my savings account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8107550294011010175?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8107550294011010175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8107550294011010175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8107550294011010175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8107550294011010175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-got-phished.html' title='i got phished!'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8530751866524603033</id><published>2007-10-20T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:43:16.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on a sunny saturday</title><content type='html'>so i am sort of out of my funk....at least for now.  i think i need to attempt to stop worrying so much about what the heck i am supposed to be doing.  hopefully in giving myself a break i will succeed in moving onto the next step.  so i will try to breathe deeply, laugh more, and to give myself a gosh darn rest!  perhaps things will start to move if i stop fixating on them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8530751866524603033?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8530751866524603033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8530751866524603033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8530751866524603033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8530751866524603033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts-on-sunny-saturday.html' title='thoughts on a sunny saturday'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8180244444950706953</id><published>2007-10-16T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:59:57.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me?'/><title type='text'>is it just me?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder if i am ever going to get it right...even a little bit.  i feel like i am not on the right path yet and i feel as though i am floating backwards while everyone puts all they have into paddling forward.  this may just be a bad day but it sure seems like i am nowhere near where i hope or want to be, and i know that everyone says "do something about it" but i suppose if i knew what to do i would.  i feel like i need some time to reflect and relax.  to sort through the blur of time known as my early twenties when my life's direction shifted to neutral and now i am feeling stuck, unsure and so damn tired of worrying that i am not doing anything worthwhile.  am i a living shell with a human exterior?  or is this an extended quarter-life crisis? or is this all there is...i don't think it is.  i know there is more and i so badly need to find some sort of calm fulfillment. perhaps saying it is a step to realising it....i sure hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:58 PM I just found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                        Think continually about the things you really want,&lt;br /&gt;                          and refuse to think about the things you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;                           - Brian Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point taken.&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/1823206623284552485-8180244444950706953?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8180244444950706953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8180244444950706953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8180244444950706953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8180244444950706953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-just-me.html' title='is it just me?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-1076822213958344750</id><published>2007-10-03T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T13:42:43.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>like a polaroid picture</title><content type='html'>so as the kids in my family are leaving or have left (as my sis has) the family decided we should have some pictures taken.  somewhere in the late 80s (ha this sounds so ominous) we had family portraits taken.  my mother decided that my sister and i should be wearing the same dresses (which were black velvet with high cream satin collars and itchy...i hated it but i think it was because i hated being dressed like my sis. she  loved it..ask her...she did!) anyhow we never had any professional family pictures taken again.  so my brother, who is 16, has never been recorded as a member of our clan.  actually he could care less it was more my mom and i thinking it might be a nice idea.  so on monday night we all met at a local park and had some photos taken. it was nice, the photographers had us doing crazy stuff like skipping, chicken fighting and dog-piling on each other.  yep, no stuffy more photographs for this family.  so i am hoping that there are some good ones in the batch, they did take some individual pictures but they didn't give us much direction and i am sure i will look like a tool in them.  t, on the other hand, broke out some modeling moves...who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so looking forward to the long weekend coming up, i have tacked on a few more days to turn it into a mini vacation.  i booked t and i in for a massage on friday night which i cannot wait for and then we head off to BC for a family thanksgiving celebration where we will golf, relax in the hots springs and eat way too much. (i usually forget to leave room for pumpkin pie but i cram it in anyway then spend the rest of the evening on the couch recovering). WEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my question why is it so expensive to fly in canada? on oct 12 i am joining t in toronto for yes, another long weekend.  he has to be out there for work so all i have to do is get there and i can stay for free! i even got to pick a very nice &lt;a href="http://www.germaintoronto.com/"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt; for us.  i was trying to book my flight for one weekend, ONLY TWO DAYS, and it cost $900.  i was bummed and figured i couldn't go...well i decided i wouldn't go as the cost was insane.  but t convinced me to take the monday after off...i did...and it saved about $450, i am not kidding...24 hours later the flight drops to half the cost.  that is ridiculous.  honestly it is crazy that i could fly to bangkok for about the same amount of money. not to mention that i would probably spend less in two weeks there than two days in toronto!  no wonder i have barely seen any of my home country...hey canada isn't our dollar kicking ass right now how about some cheap flights so people will spend their money in our great nation and not the states.  sorry americans, no offense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-1076822213958344750?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1076822213958344750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=1076822213958344750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1076822213958344750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1076822213958344750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-polaroid-picture.html' title='like a polaroid picture'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8258206445750251793</id><published>2007-10-01T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:44:52.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>martha,  milkshakes and models</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i cannot get going this morning the last few days have been a blur here is a catch up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i spent some time is micheal's (yeah i am crafty) and, while there, i came across Martha Stewart's new line of papers, ribbons, cards etc.  i am pretty sure that martha has my dream job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4 pieces of pizza, even when starving is never a good plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my neighbours, who i love, moved out this saturday. we helped them pack up and said goodbye. i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t and i worked this saturday.  we are almost done the second project we are working on which means we can invoice soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saturday was spent having dinner and drinks with 2 kiwis, 1 american, 1 argentinian and 1 brit.  it was very nice to chat with people from all over the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday my sis and i drank milkshakes, goofed around and watched clips of models falling on youtube.  i know we are mean but seriously i have not laughed like that in a long time. (she leaves on tuesday for asia...i will miss her so much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8258206445750251793?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8258206445750251793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8258206445750251793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8258206445750251793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8258206445750251793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/10/martha-milkshakes-and-models.html' title='martha,  milkshakes and models'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-1491535887875559955</id><published>2007-09-26T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:14:02.382-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>what else is in there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just found an old pretzel in a pocket of my bag as i was digging around for my lip chap which is constantly finding new and odd places to hide itself.  this has made me consider the possibility that i may need to dump out my bag and see what other "treats" are hiding there. i sincerely hope that there will NOT be anything green, furry or questionably smelly. wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-1491535887875559955?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1491535887875559955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=1491535887875559955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1491535887875559955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1491535887875559955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-else-is-in-there.html' title='what else is in there?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-1897941899567519694</id><published>2007-09-25T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:13:58.973-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>reading rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;right now i am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Golden Compass &lt;/span&gt;and all i want to do is curl up with a cup of tea, a warm fleece blanket and read all day.  it is really nice to get back to reading again, it has been so long since i have been able to (or felt that I had time to) read.  but now i am on a roll and there are two more books in the series so i have more reading to look forward to.....YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-1897941899567519694?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1897941899567519694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=1897941899567519694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>kid nation first impression and ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kid nation may be my new favourite show. i have only seen the premiere episode but so far it is quite interesting. yes it is a reality-type show (boo) but it involves 40 kids without adult assistance or supervision who have to create a working society for 40 days in the New Mexico desert. pretty interesting to watch the kids, aged 8 to 15, try to work out how to function together. the kids are are little geniuses, which takes away from the concept a bit, but i think this is a very interesting idea. perhaps we should get all the world's leaders together, take away all their "people", leave them in a deserted town in the middle of nowhere and tell them they need to sort their sh&amp;amp;t out. oh wait....better plan, add their wives into the mix as well....yep there we go NOW we are on our way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i have to watch a few more to see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-3831346963523480811?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3831346963523480811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=3831346963523480811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3831346963523480811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3831346963523480811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/09/kid-nation-first-impression-and-ideas.html' title='kid nation first impression and ideas'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8502140178365854949</id><published>2007-09-18T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T13:32:53.268-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>the count down is on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so here is the scoop we are planning to drive from canada to the tip of south america stopping where we choose along the way. i know...yes we may be crazy. travelling to central and south america was my idea but the driving part was all t's, so there..he can't try to push this insanity onto me. the plan is to leave mid-january which is good timing because it should be about -40 here (for real).&lt;br /&gt;since arriving home about 4 years ago i have been itching to leave again. don't get me wrong i love my hometown but i just feel there is so much out there to see and learn about that i would be cheating myself if i did not step into the unknown again. and one of my biggest fears is waking up at the ripe old age of 80 and realizing that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; gone for it instead of spending my life being too chicken to risk it.  that being said sometimes i wonder if it is a good plan career-wise to leave at the young age of 26. it does mean a whole swack of resume issues...but i am going to have faith that i will either be able to find work down there or that my next interview will be with an avid traveller who will hire me and pay me $80k a year because i am so well-travelled.   ha ha ha i make myself laugh i really do.&lt;br /&gt;so there it is...the countdown is on 4 months to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8502140178365854949?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8502140178365854949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8502140178365854949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8502140178365854949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8502140178365854949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/09/count-down-is-on.html' title='the count down is on'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-6643816108490747495</id><published>2007-09-12T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:46:54.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i never win anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but TA DAAAAAAAAA today i won something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; it is not that i am unlucky but as far as draws. raffles, carnival games, well... pretty much any sort of event that one could win a prize by competing i never win. i am not bitter about it...in fact i am ok with it, not everyone can win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; but this morning at i donated $5 to eat a yummy breakfast, and after this delish breakie there was a draw for everyone who had participated and they called....ME and i won a $50 gift certificate to a shopping mall (which is fabulous because i saw another dress i love....more on that some other time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; perhaps a change of luck is upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-6643816108490747495?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6643816108490747495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=6643816108490747495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6643816108490747495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6643816108490747495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-never-win-anything.html' title='i never win anything'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-8546444940427232049</id><published>2007-09-11T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:37:32.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freak out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exciting'/><title type='text'>freaking exciting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;things freaking me out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;it is September...we leave in January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;our apartment has somehow accumulated waaaaaay more stuff than expected in the last 4 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;we have to clean out and pack up our stuff (see above) and store it...somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;what am i doing with my life (this is a constant thing to stress out so no reason why it shouldn't make it onto this list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;how am i going to pack up my beloved clothes and shoes and live out of a backpack again (yeah yeah whatever i can't help it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;will our little beloved VW (a.k.a Marlin) be up for the driving challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;how are we going to get around Columbia???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;but i am excited about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;hitting the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;learning to speak spanish more fluently (please please please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;beaches to hang out on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;learning to surf..i have to before we move to NZ otherwise i won't be able to keep up with the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;my amazing camera that is going to capture this adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;getting to see another part of the world with t, this time as a couple (yeah whole other story..perhaps one day i will blog about that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;the potential to maybe work abroad again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;seeing the world from another point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;saying "see ya" to the oil and gas madness that has taken over this province&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;meeting new people and cultures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;that feeling of not knowing what you are going to do that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-8546444940427232049?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8546444940427232049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=8546444940427232049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8546444940427232049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/8546444940427232049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/09/freaking-exciting.html' title='freaking exciting!'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7619107098629002258</id><published>2007-09-06T12:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:12:08.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>didn't yo' momma teach you right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;we saw crowded house last night.  t, my lovely kiwi husband, is a fan and i got him tickets as an anniversary gift.  it was one of the best concerts i have been to in a long time. the only was unfortunate thing was the obnoxious women sitting behind us.  it started off 2 ladies, who i assume were drunk (i think that is the nicest excuse for them) talking SO LOUD over the opening acts.  i think my entire row was holding onto some serious rage.  i decided that the best bet would be to get the usher to speak to them, that way we could all prevent a "scene".  perfect! the usher spoke to them they were pretty quiet for the show....but about 3 minutes into it this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; mother/ daughter combo starts to shout about their respective days.  honestly...it was enough to make me lose it..i didn't but i was pretty close.  this can't be said for the guy who was sitting in front of them, he turned around about 3 times to talk to them and every time they were unbelievably rude back. low class my friends low class.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but the concert was too much fun and it was great to see t smiling and bobbing his head along to old faves.  i am happy that i could give him a little bit of his home here in canada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh yeah and someone in front of me smelled like old sausage. EWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7619107098629002258?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7619107098629002258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7619107098629002258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7619107098629002258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7619107098629002258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/09/didnt-yo-momma-teach-you-right.html' title='didn&apos;t yo&apos; momma teach you right?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-3582369663222739998</id><published>2007-08-30T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:10:41.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>whup some mental block ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i have kicked my mental block's fat ass. yep that is right after looking at my sewing machine for 2 years i have finally started it up and am well on my way to making....pajama pants. ok ok not so glamourous but it is a move in the right direction. see i LOVE fashion, i do and i am ok with how shallow that is. i have always thought that designing clothes would be awesome but was too scared to try. but i have now and i really really REALLY like it. makes me wonder why i was so scared to do it before. i guess when what you really want is right in front of you it is easy to miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-3582369663222739998?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3582369663222739998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=3582369663222739998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3582369663222739998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/3582369663222739998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/whup-some-mental-block-ass.html' title='whup some mental block ass'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4408482971442937232</id><published>2007-08-27T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:40:40.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><title type='text'>thank goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;i am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;my ugg boots (yeah yeah i know they are ugly but it is COLD and we have hardwood floors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;good health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;old songs that make you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;t's hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;time off of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4408482971442937232?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4408482971442937232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4408482971442937232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4408482971442937232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4408482971442937232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-goodness.html' title='thank goodness'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7033892956237774142</id><published>2007-08-20T15:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:47:02.569-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>genki des</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;finished up work on friday and am happily hanging out in the house. actually i am trying to clean it up as it is a mess and we have a guest coming to stay! it is a friend of ours from Japan. he was the second friend of T's that i met. he super cool and let me stay with him in Tokyo even though he did not know me and he could only go on T's word. i think i won him over with my burping ability....c'mon guys love that. (i became a burping champ in school as all my close friends were guys and well...i had to be able to keep up) so i am busy being domestic and relaxing. i have some time off so i am hoping to have a clean house, use my sewing machine and read the latest Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7033892956237774142?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7033892956237774142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7033892956237774142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7033892956237774142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7033892956237774142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/genki-des.html' title='genki des'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-228391588452298586</id><published>2007-08-14T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T13:08:21.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>facebook conspiracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;although i will admit i am addicted to facebook i cant help but wonder about it...maybe ponder is a better word.  this massive social network allows you to find friends that you have not heard from since elementary school, pretty cool.  but are we supposed to be back in contact with these people? i wonder if they leave your life for a reason and, now, are suddenly around again what effects does this have.  or what do you do about people who you sort of know but not really and they want to be your friend?  what do you do? be their friend, ignore them or even reject them? and really when you have like 250 friends has this just turned into, basically, a high school popularity contest? and then there is the whole personal information thing.  t, who is probably right on this, believes that they are tracking what you do, say, what you like and don't, and where you are.  this is like handing marketing companies the information they so desperately want.  and i think this can be seen in the new polls that are on the facebook home page when you sign in.  "what kind of toothpaste do you like" was one poll i saw. all those applications like "what are you listening to?" to "where you have traveled to" reveal a lot of valuable information. that being said i am not closing down the ol' facebook account quite yet...it has been a great way to keep in touch with friends overseas find those people i wished i had kept in touch with, but i am wary of what i say on it and i have chosen not to add any of the outside applications as they are not under the same privacy policy as facebook claims to be.  so i guess it is more about being aware that being scared, or you can relive this conversation i had with t:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    t : just say you were being hunted down by the them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    kels: why? what did you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    t: that is not relevant, just say "they" were looking for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    kels: they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    t: ok the government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    kels; ok but why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    t: kels...that is not the point the point is that this facebook account would screw you because they would know     everything about you....right, from where you are, to what you like, all your contact information, to all your&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    kels: ok i guess so....but why would you be running from the government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    t: (sighs and rolls his eyes) i have already said that is NOT the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    kels: ummm ok....so i am keeping my account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    t: fine....hey can you look for some friends of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1823206623284552485-228391588452298586?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/228391588452298586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=228391588452298586&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/228391588452298586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/228391588452298586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/facebook-conspiracy.html' title='facebook conspiracy'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4017075599086723032</id><published>2007-08-13T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:09:39.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;bono or "the edge"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4017075599086723032?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4017075599086723032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4017075599086723032&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4017075599086723032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4017075599086723032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/decision.html' title='decision'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7746531664612785585</id><published>2007-08-10T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:25:30.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>piggyback rides, smacking spoons and sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;last night was finally a quiet one.  After work i went to my gym class, it is entitled “commando cardio” and no we don’t work out naked.  Actually it is this boot camp style class that makes me cringe before i go but after it i feel awesome.  We spent the whole class partnered up and running around doing wheelbarrows and piggybacking our partners while running.  Let me just say that i am SO glad that my partner was a small, yet muscular, nice gal.  I am sure my knees would have buckled had i been paired up with one the 250 pound guys in our class and asked to piggyback him across the room. (although i bet it would have been funny to watch) after receiving a compliment from the instructor about looking “toned not skinny” I was feeling pretty fit.  Got home and watched our neighbour smack spoons against his body and dance around our living room while chanting some oddly accented English.  I love this guy.  T and i tried to figure out what to eat for dinner, both is getting grumpier by the second, we decided on take out Indian.  Not bad butter chicken but i have had better. Then we watched “Amelie”, one of my favourite movies, and increased our chances of diabetes by eating 3 different FunDip flavours.  Remember those from when you were a kid, the candy stick that you lick and then stick into pure sugar?  Man i had not had one in years...so good.  Well i thought it was, T wasn’t so sure about the burning sensation on his tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7746531664612785585?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7746531664612785585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7746531664612785585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7746531664612785585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7746531664612785585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/piggyback-rides-smacking-spoons-and.html' title='piggyback rides, smacking spoons and sugar'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5705449091375233931</id><published>2007-08-09T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:59:59.941-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyebrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>excel is a pain but  DAMN my eyebrows look good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;right now all i can see is grid lines even when i close my eyes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it is early, i have had maybe five hours of sleep and i am trying to decide whether i like excel or want to punch in the screen of our mac.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as mentioned, T and i are working together and part of what i bring to the table is my ability to present and organize information (hello nerd).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;honestly 2 years ago i was terrified of excel, i think i even failed an excel ability test that i took at a temp agency.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the girl looked and me and said “so ummm, how do you think you did?” like that is ever a good question to be asked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;anyhow much has changed since then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i would say i am well on my way to becoming an excel wizard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but i have a love / hate relationship with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i love it for its ability to neatly present things but i hate it when it randomly flips out and refuses to listen to my commands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;when cells won’t paste into others for whatever reason it makes my blood boil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T who is a designer, has not had much experience with excel and was using it last night for a client document.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i set up the spreadsheet and then decided that i needed a computer break and watched “so you think you can dance”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;all the while i could hear T mumbling profanities...this is a man who uses programs like vectorworks, illustrator and indesign.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;seems crazy that of all programs to give him grief excel seemed to be the pain in his arse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i tried to help him out where i could but he is like me and we both do not like to told how to do something, so it was a lesson in knowing when to pick your battles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as of 11pm last night the spreadsheet looked great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after happily shutting down excel i went to work on an article that i am planning to submit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T was nice enough to stay up to 12am with me editing and making suggestions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;then he stumbled off the bed while i stayed up and worked on it until 1:30am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hard to say whether it is ok or not, T had a read this am and told me he thought it was good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;whether that is true or not remains to be seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i am getting ready to submit it and hope to hear some sort of response.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on a totally different note my eyebrows look great! got them done by my little Czech esthetician this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ladies..you know what i am saying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dudes yeah i know this makes no sense to you but taming unruly brows gives us gals some serious satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5705449091375233931?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5705449091375233931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5705449091375233931&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5705449091375233931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5705449091375233931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/excel-is-pain-but-damn-my-eyebrows-look.html' title='excel is a pain but  DAMN my eyebrows look good'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-7298705912606533491</id><published>2007-08-08T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:39:22.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>the lady life or biatch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so my face has recovered from when i got beaned last week.  and i am feeling less guilt about quitting my job.  i guess i can whine about it or suck it up and face the future which lately has been difficult for me.  but i keep thinking that it has got to get better soon, so with that in my back pocket i am looking at all the options and preparing myself to make better choices when it comes to my career.  the past few years have been rough but i have learned a lot about myself as well as what i like to do...which is not necessarily the same as what i am good at.  but i do know that i need to  have a lot of contact with people, just sitting in the same area does not work for me.  also i love to be creative and the past few jobs have not let me express myself this way, although they have taught me a great deal of other important skills.  so i have decided that i can be pickier with jobs, i don't have to choose the first thing that comes along.  i suppose i am lucky too as T is around and working, he says he just wants me to be happy.  to make things easier the two of us have some work together so i will not be a penniless mooch lying on the couch, brushing leftover chips off my ever expanding waistline, while he slaves away.  actually it is pretty nice i am doing some copy changes for a client.  i used to be a serious creative writer in high school but a degree in kinesiology pretty much sucked that right out of my life.  so i am very nervous to be writing again but at the same time very excited. i am keeping my ear to the ground on other creative opportunities that interest me so if anyone has any suggestions on what a creative, athletic, moody, goofy, travel crazed gal should be doing let me know.  to "life" bring it on biAtch.....i am ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-7298705912606533491?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7298705912606533491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=7298705912606533491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7298705912606533491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/7298705912606533491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/lady-life-or-biatch.html' title='the lady life or biatch?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2312819385759268401</id><published>2007-08-07T15:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:51:41.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>i hope so</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Failure is only a temporary change in direction to&lt;br /&gt;set you straight on the path to your next success.&lt;br /&gt;- Denis Waitley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2312819385759268401?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-6532141935094355176</id><published>2007-08-01T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:05:30.802-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change of luck'/><title type='text'>bad things x 3 = change of luck, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ever have one of those days?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sure did yesterday, here is what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;I quit my job after much deliberating (about 3 months worth)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Told my boss right after a meeting where it was mentioned that we have so much work to do and not enough people (in my defense she pulled me aside as i had asked to speak to her when she had a minute)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;T met me for lunch in a foul mood and we proceeded to spend the lunch hour arguing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Had to chat with the managing partner on why i was leaving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Played rec volleyball when i did not really want to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Got smacked very HARD in the face with a team mates elbow / shoulder / ??? not really sure since i got hit and did not actually see it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;My eye swelled up and i cried in front of about 12 strangers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Woke up this morning with my eye being crusted shut and super swollen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yep good times anyhow i am sure i am due for a change of luck now. i look like i got into a brawl last night, fortunately i am covering the swelling pretty well with makeup and my bangs, i flipped them to the other side. there are definitely days i when i wish i could see the future because if i knew what was going to happen yesterday i would have stayed in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-6532141935094355176?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6532141935094355176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=6532141935094355176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6532141935094355176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6532141935094355176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-things-x-3-change-of-luck-right.html' title='bad things x 3 = change of luck, right?'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4009328172614128855</id><published>2007-07-30T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:01:21.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings are fun with my fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; we had a family friend's wedding to go to. my sis and i were really good childhood friends with all the girls in this family but as we grew older we grew apart since we all went to different schools. it was a beautiful wedding but you know how weddings can be if you are not really that close or involved in them. so my siblings and i did this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/Rq6WA-jtraI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nHoJJ-kR9D0/s1600-h/P7271448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/Rq6WA-jtraI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nHoJJ-kR9D0/s320/P7271448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093173172139568546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/Rq6VTujtrYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xU52TMYIHKM/s1600-h/P7271420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/Rq6VTujtrYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/xU52TMYIHKM/s320/P7271420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093172394750487938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/Rq6VoejtrZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/792xTZfE0Po/s1600-h/P7271430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/Rq6VoejtrZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/792xTZfE0Po/s320/P7271430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093172751232773522" 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/1823206623284552485-4009328172614128855?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4009328172614128855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4009328172614128855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4009328172614128855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4009328172614128855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/weddings-are-fun-with-my-fam.html' title='weddings are fun with my fam'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUEUoTIsDHE/Rq6WA-jtraI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nHoJJ-kR9D0/s72-c/P7271448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2023456283525289908</id><published>2007-07-25T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:27:59.895-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asia'/><title type='text'>oishii</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t and i had a t &amp;amp; t adventure on Sunday. it is an asian market full of asian treats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i love going there even though the last time we were there a very tiny Chinese lady rammed her cart into the back if my thighs and i made the mistake of pushing back, and she went off like a swear word siren.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lucky for me it was in Chinese, but it is noted that as a tall white girl i am NOT allowed to do the push back ever.  anyhoooo, this trip was so fun. i love seeing all the fruits and vegtables i was used to seeing and eating while i was overseas ( i spent 1.5 years in asia).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it made me miss japan even more. but i did get to scoop up some of my Japanese favourites including these chip-like treats we call Calbee. they are soybean shaped and green and have the texture of a cheeto.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;weird yes..delish, absolutely. we also purchased green plums which were very good, i have only ever seen purple ones but i think the green are better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i think my favourite part was when we decided to buy tuna as they have the best selection of fresh fish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so we wander through the maze of people to the counter and look at all the varieties of fish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i am not a huge fan of fish smell of seeing them lying on the ice but what made me squeal was when one of the fish heads (as in not attached to a body) opened and closed it mouth while its eyes moved. EW EW EEEEEEEW. while i was containing my squirmishness t tried to ask for tuna, one guy looked at us confused and pointed to a lady for us to pose our question. so t tried her...she walked us over to the fish and drew her arm like vanna white over the fish counter as if to say “here is the tuna” except that there were about 7 different fish lying there.  since we don’t know how to recognize tuna in its uncanned form (ok maybe just me) we gave up. sigh..... it is pretty cool when you are in white, red-neck Alberta and there is an entire grocery store where people don’t speak English. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2023456283525289908?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2023456283525289908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2023456283525289908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2023456283525289908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2023456283525289908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/t-and-i-had-t-t-adventure-on-sunday.html' title='oishii'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4006872823551906316</id><published>2007-07-20T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:54:27.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working out'/><title type='text'>BO versus cologne</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i am pretty active and regularly hit the gym or go for a run around 6 am. (before you give me crap i am NOT a morning person, i have just trained myself to get up an out early so i can laze around in the evenings) anyhoooo this morning i went to the gym. i literally get dressed in 3 minutes and head out the door.  yep it is not so pretty but it is early and i don’t care. i am there to workout and i don't do small talk at the gym.  i do,however, take the time to put on deodorant unlike the gentleman i worked out beside this morning.  i got trapped.  i walked up the elliptical,as i usually do, put my water bottle in the holder and WHAM! was hit by a wave of really horrible man BO.  i know i know i stink too when i work out but i am pretty sure not like this.  But then i was stuck...i could not just pick up my stuff and change machines, how bad would that look and how awful would stinky guy feel.  so i stuck it out and he was only there for about 10 minutes before he left. perfect.  or so i thought...this other guy gets on the same elliptical wearing an overwhelming amount of cologne.  in fact it turned my stomach and gave me a headache.  i am not sure why you would bother with cologne at the gym...maybe he knew the guy before me stank so tried to even it out.  Beats me, i am still trying to decide if BO beats the cologne.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4006872823551906316?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4006872823551906316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4006872823551906316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4006872823551906316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4006872823551906316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/bo-versus-cologne.html' title='BO versus cologne'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-1704918927998802173</id><published>2007-07-19T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:15:05.710-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hippy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>metaphors, meh and secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so things have been trucking along but there have been a few potholes.  fortunately i am working on the paving part...sigh i really could talk in metaphors all day but then i suppose at the end of the day i would forget what i was talking about.  anyhow back to straight forward, which i am, apparently to a fault at times.  perhaps i am too honest but really i don't believe in lying but i suppose it comes off not so nice at times.  i digress, back to the metaphor speak so things have been sort of meh for me umm...professionally (ironic isn't it?  i want to be more direct but i do see the danger of blogs and being too honest so i will have to work around the issue a bit).  so i have decided that the only one who can make it change is me.  so i feel more positive already and am doing a mental tap dance on the guilt i have surrounding this, wait maybe it is more flamenco style (i like the dresses much more).&lt;br /&gt;i watched "the secret" about 2 months ago and although cheesy i think there really is some truth to what and how you think affects the world around you (ex: positive thinking bring positive opportunities).  sometimes i am bad at this whole positive thinking because i feel that this whole idea is a bit hippy dippy but then when i see someone,who is happy and excuding positive vibes, loving life i think there must be something to it.  and since i have been thinking that traveling the world, living on beaches and growing my hair down my back beats sitting in an office all day, i think i may just have a hidden flower child on the inside. but a clean flower child -  i will never not shower or wear patchouli (aka soil smell) perfume in case you were worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-1704918927998802173?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1704918927998802173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=1704918927998802173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1704918927998802173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1704918927998802173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/metaphors-meh-and-secrets.html' title='metaphors, meh and secrets'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-107624889116766356</id><published>2007-07-16T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:25:54.362-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stampede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>gross floors, good friends and gord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;on friday night i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;did a little stampede partying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;had a few vodka tonics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;tried avoid the questionable puddles on the floor at cowboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;line-danced with my sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;was in way too many silly photos (if i figure out how i will try and post one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;watched my husband put spurs on with his flip flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;contemplated the dress code at the calgary stampede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;was amazed that completely random people feel that they can say whatever they want to you while intoxicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;on saturday i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;had breakie with a good friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;rehydrated (see above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;had more drinks on our front lawn with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;made a yummy dinner of turkey burgers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;on sunday i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;had to go to a bridal shower (it was nice...really just not my thing that is all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;tried to buy shorts but arrived 5 minutes after the store closed (grrrrrr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;went to the tragically hip concert where gord downie danced, writhed, crawled, jumped and sang his heart out on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;ate one last bag of mini dougnuts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-107624889116766356?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/107624889116766356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=107624889116766356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/107624889116766356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/107624889116766356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/gross-floors-good-friends-and-gord.html' title='gross floors, good friends and gord'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5605318519981270870</id><published>2007-07-13T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:25:16.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>hassles cost $5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(July 12, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;so last night was a mission and a half.  kait, my little sis, and i had to buy a bridal shower gift for a shower we are going to this weekend...before i start my story i should probably explain just how much i dislike this part of what we call “the wedding”.&lt;br /&gt;why do we need parties to celebrate the bigger party...why are there no men at a shower....why do these events have themes and games (blech).  i know they are traditional and that i am sure some people love them but i get all weirded out by them.  yes you are getting married, yes it is a very big decision, but it is not the only big one you will make in your life.    (FYI kait did plan a shower for me due to our mother’s insistence on it,  i did not want one but i got one and i know kait planned it against her will so i forgave her....there were no games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooo so there we are in home outfitters strolling aisles while we ponder what to buy (it had to be plate related because yep...it is a “plate” party)  so after a bit kait starts muttering that she is going to kill herself and i am wondering if the massage chair might kill me, we moved on to pier 1, mikasa and finally indigo.  yup, the bookstore is where we found our plates.  Success and no bloodshed... well at least not that moment.  So we get 2 plates, 1 set of cute coasters, and a cookbook.  we practically ran to the till we were so happy...plus that is where the lindor chocolates are.  enter new cashier...there we are at the front all excited to be done and kait asks if they have a box for one of the plates, cashier replies “are you asking for a box?”  i was a bit taken aback as i had just heard what kait said, so how could this person not? kait said “uh yeah that is what i asked for”.  We get a no on the box.  ok cool then maybe we can get it to fit in the bigger box with the other plate.  So we checked it out and things look good, kait makes sure the cashier gets the code so that we can put the 2 away together.  i ask for gift receipts (a must with any wedding related gift) and then i get 3 different ones including one for the card.  at this point i am laughing out loud....as someone who worked in retail for a long time i cannot believe this craziness.  we leave slightly pissed off but glad we are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later... i arrive at my folks place where i was going to wrap the gift before kait and i watched “so you think you can dance.”  i started digging through the bag and realize i am not only missing another gift receipt but my original receipt, with the list of what we had bought, is no where to be seen.  i call the store, speak to a helpful sales associate who locates my receipt...then i had a bad feeling and asked if the smaller plate was on there, it was not.  so basically we have stolen a plate (ironic as kait made a joke about this in the beginning).  at this point i am not impressed but said i would get back there to sort it all out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later... after watching our dance show and eating jalapeno cheese i went back to indigo to sort this whole mess out.  i get there pull out all the stuff, talk with the manager, try not to get frustrated, buy the stolen plate, get all my receipts and, get this, i was given a $5 gift card for the hassle...yes $5 covers my gas and annoyance. Sheeeeeeeesh.  at least give me a book...or, if i was kait, the bucket of lindor chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5605318519981270870?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5605318519981270870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5605318519981270870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5605318519981270870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5605318519981270870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/hassles-cost-5.html' title='hassles cost $5'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-6470789289977626007</id><published>2007-07-10T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:14:36.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>9 days of fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i am back after 9 days of checking out the west coast.  Too may things to write about so i will list them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a baseball game in Vancouver, am reminded why people get drunk at these events (way too long)&lt;br /&gt;Walked Robson on Canada day&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Tofino when it was pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Bought tarp in Tofino, t climbed trees to put it up&lt;br /&gt;Saw the most amazing forests and the biggest slugs i have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;T surfed, i sunned (and fought off a huge bug all by myself) on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Paid $1 for a 3.5 minute shower and managed to have time to spare&lt;br /&gt;Got truckers to honk as we drove to Victoria&lt;br /&gt;Explored Victoria, who knew all the crazy stuff that is here in Canada&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Rebar restaurant twice, it was food heaven!&lt;br /&gt;Decorated 2 flower girl baskets&lt;br /&gt;Attended a very beautiful wedding&lt;br /&gt;Cried at the beautiful wedding&lt;br /&gt;Danced at the wedding too&lt;br /&gt;Drove the long way home...sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-6470789289977626007?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6470789289977626007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=6470789289977626007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6470789289977626007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6470789289977626007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/07/9-days-of-fun.html' title='9 days of fun'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4413556943546538250</id><published>2007-06-29T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:26:32.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>in the last 4 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in the last 4 days i have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;learned how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to transfer emails from mac enoutrage to microsoft outlook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempted to pack light (HA HA HA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;gotten 2 new blisters (note to shoe-lovers out there, wear them in first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;driven to vancouver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;had a LOT of beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;enjoyed lunch with my cool aunt and uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;watched about 6 espisodes of "Gene Simmons: Family Jewels"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tried to not get crushed by my cousins' two massive dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;searched endlessly for black flats to replace my old ones that are dying to no avail :(&lt;br /&gt;realized how much i like the west coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;finally relaxed and gotten into vacation mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4413556943546538250?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4413556943546538250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4413556943546538250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4413556943546538250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4413556943546538250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-last-4-days.html' title='in the last 4 days'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4202484348342629674</id><published>2007-06-27T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:27:15.003-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>slow motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;why does the week before vacation feel like it is in slow motion? t and i leave for the west coast on friday...i can't wait!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4202484348342629674?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4202484348342629674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4202484348342629674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4202484348342629674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4202484348342629674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/slow-motion.html' title='slow motion'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5648489044425956288</id><published>2007-06-26T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:27:47.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>dinner, deafness and crest strips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last night was a bit nutty.  I had spanish which was ok except that I had not done any homework (bad I know) and I was a bit tired after staring at a computer screen all day.  Then I made friends with the rescued cat my neighbours have (he has been living in their closet for about 4 months so the fact that he let me pet him is a good thing). Later on t took me for dinner at cilantro, one of my favourite restaurants, where we ate  and drank in celebration of our 2nd anniversary.  Let me tell you about my most favourite appetizer in the world.  It is a portabello mushroom stuffed (and maybe baked?) with goat cheese. Honestly it makes me giddy.  I always want to just order 2 for dinner but I suspect that may be viewed as little bit odd and perhaps over indulgent. We had the same waiter that we had the last time we were there and he speaks in tone that I swear is unrecognizable to my ears. him: “would you like something to hgsmnbakf this evening”  me (looking at t anxiously hoping that he can understand what the guy is saying): “ummmm (think think think)  yes I would like a white wine (YES!)”   every time he came over I got nervous about having to ask him to repeat himself and t thought I was nuts at first and then after listening to the waiter for awhile agreed that he had one weird tone to his voice.  The evening ended with us saying hi to our downstairs neighbours when we got home and laughing our heads off as ed proceeded to swear in turkish to our amusement while wearing crest strips.&lt;br /&gt;I love those guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5648489044425956288?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5648489044425956288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5648489044425956288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5648489044425956288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5648489044425956288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/dinner-deafness-and-crest-strips.html' title='dinner, deafness and crest strips'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4420973474623696424</id><published>2007-06-25T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:28:05.681-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>year 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So today is our 2nd year wedding anniversary and I can barely believe that it has gone that fast.  It has been an interesting ride so far and we are starting to get it but we both think that “the second year is much better than the first”  so here is to many more years may they get better and better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4420973474623696424?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4420973474623696424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4420973474623696424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4420973474623696424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4420973474623696424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/year-2.html' title='year 2'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-4755854544170288968</id><published>2007-06-22T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:37:46.340-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>10 random facts about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I love to dance I started when I was 3 in ballet and tap and even though I don’t take classes anymore, if the music is going I find it hard to not start moving to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My freckles appeared when I was in grade 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One time I ate 2 (yes TWO) footlong subs...it was a family record, my little bro, who is 6’2, has quashed that record many times over now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Once i got a chair stuck on my head (yes i know...i was 2, beats me what I was doing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I often get the giggles late at night and cannot stop to t’s dismay, and I keep him awake as long as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In grade two i punched someone for budging in line (I was standing up for another kid....my dad is still proud of that I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My sister is my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am a very fast reader, and can devour books in one sitting if I have the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Traveling is my religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I do high kicks when too intoxicated (t will confirm this)  I also drop my bag, if I am carrying one, a lot in this state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-4755854544170288968?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4755854544170288968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=4755854544170288968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4755854544170288968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/4755854544170288968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-random-facts-about-me.html' title='10 random facts about me'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-6084386571789056461</id><published>2007-06-21T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:16:05.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equality'/><title type='text'>public state of undress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Last night I was having dinner on 17th ave and witnessed numerous girls in pretty um.....tiny outfits.  here is my question...who said that booty shorts are appropriate ANYWHERE but your own home.  I mean I am all for showing off “watcha got” to an extent.  If I can see the crease where your butt and thigh meet I think that it is time for longer shorts. incidentally I was with my friend who is training to be a nurse, she informed me that this is called the gluteal fold should you want correct terminology...i think maybe threase – thigh/crease may be a good name for it too or maybe thrack – thigh/crack (this one sounds like an STD...ew).  what is up with this sort of fashion statement, when did it become acceptable even expected for women to dress like this.  I am not sure, perhaps the male population likes to look at this, but I can’t imagine that they take these women seriously, these are not the type of women they would want to form a serious relationship with.  What happened to leaving something to the imagination?  Less really is more, I mean I don’t want to be eating my ‘el taco’ (which is totally delicious and can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.thecoup.ca/"&gt;the coup&lt;/a&gt;) and then have someone’s butt in my face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;As a young woman I really find this a major step back for ‘equalism’ (my version of feminism, equality and respect for both genders). my mother’s generation fought hard to beat stereotypes and discrimination and now we have 10 year old girls who want to be pussycat dolls.  Is this new generation going to take woman back 50 years? I am very scared they might.  With people like harper and bush in government we are already seeing rights that have been hard fought for and won, like abortion, being questioned.  That makes me crazy, that anyone thinks they have the right to control anyone else’s body is beyond me. I don’t think I have the right at all to dictate how women dress but I think I have the right to say to women in general that we are so much more than our bodies and being well-read, intelligent and funny is a lot sexier than gluteal folds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-6084386571789056461?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6084386571789056461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=6084386571789056461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6084386571789056461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/6084386571789056461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/public-state-of-undress.html' title='public state of undress'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-1049656125232822626</id><published>2007-06-20T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:56:28.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>just throw it out the window</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;t and i are coming up on our 2 year anniversary and i have been thinking a lot about marriage and partnerships.  i am so lucky.  he really is a constant source of support for me and i know that i am very lucky that someone can deal with all my moods.  not only is he sweet and kind, he makes me laugh harder than anyone i know and we share an unusual affliction that causes us to do rather odd things.  for example one day, after i had moved in with him in japan after knowing him for a total of 1 week, (which is really crazy in itself when i think about it) we were lounging about his one-room apartment and i had this urge to throw my toast out the window and, boy, did i whip that bread out the window. then without any hesitation t sent a banana soaring out the window right after my toast! then he muttered in his kiwi accent "yep, they needed to be thrown" and i totally agreed. it makes me laugh even now.  who else can you throw stuff out the window with and then whole heartedly agree that it HAD to go.  among other amazing traits he might be the only person in the world i can travel with, we have managed to make it through India and all the umm...interesting illnesses that can come with it...like t's possible case of malaria and a 5 day period of us tag teaming the bathroom due to Delhi belly (it is funny now, although at the time i thought we would die of dysentery in the Himalayas). &lt;br /&gt;and i am looking forward to our future travels and adventures. and i guess that is what is pretty cool after 5 years, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; look forward to spending time with him even though i see him everyday.  so to my hubby...you really are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-1049656125232822626?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1049656125232822626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=1049656125232822626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1049656125232822626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/1049656125232822626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-throw-it-out-window.html' title='just throw it out the window'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2219950254153426983</id><published>2007-06-19T11:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:52:37.700-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>my cardy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you know when you have something that you really love, that will never let you down and always look good....well mine is my gap cardigan from 2001 that i bought for $12.99.  it is off-white, 3/4 length sleeve cardigan with a small eyelet pattern covering it.  and honestly it is the best sweater ever.  it looks great with jeans or works with dresses.  i can throw it is the washer and dryer (oooh bad i know) and it still comes out the same.  linus has his blanket and i have my cardy.  sometimes it really is the little things that make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS the sun is out today HALLELUJAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-2219950254153426983?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2219950254153426983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=2219950254153426983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2219950254153426983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/2219950254153426983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-cardy.html' title='my cardy'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-5029627677363186017</id><published>2007-06-18T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:08:09.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My question to the weather gods and goddesses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;why oh why does it rain all weekend and then on Monday the clouds part to reveal the lovely sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1823206623284552485-5029627677363186017?l=my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5029627677363186017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1823206623284552485&amp;postID=5029627677363186017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5029627677363186017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1823206623284552485/posts/default/5029627677363186017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nomadic-soul.blogspot.com/2007/06/weather.html' title='weather'/><author><name>kels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818609741246753374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/412090231_df7671ec35_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823206623284552485.post-2145949295198239589</id><published>2007-06-15T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:07:41.810-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><title type='text'>sweet dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i had a weird dream last night.  I was pregnant and was going into labour (which might I say hurt in my dream) and then all of a sudden my belly popped off.  It was like this really weird balloon where my belly button was the place where you tie the knot to keep the air in.  even in my dream I was thinking I don’t think this is how it usually goes but my dream doc was telling me it was normal and that once I was ready it would re-attach.  right.  anyhow I kept waking up through the night but I kept coming back to this dream.  Decided to find out what pregnancy in dreams means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it.  This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;To see your belly in your dream, indicates that your are processing and integrating your ideas and feelings from the unconscious to the conscious level. The belly symbolically holds repressed emotions and unexpressed feelings. Your dream may also be telling you to trust your gut feeling and intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;To see a pregnant belly, represents emotions that are due to come to the surface. They can no longer remain suppressed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ok ok so I googled it, &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the site if you are interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So guess things may be coming to fruition.  All in all I think these things seem pretty good to me.  I think I am getting closer to being able to move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;On another note I ate about 8 pieces of baklava the other day.  I just cannot help myself with sweets. 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