<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://tysley.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-05-17_13.22/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2ftysley.spaces.live.com%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Tysley's Space</title><description>'Do or do not.  There is no try' -Yoda</description><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 20:48:11 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 20:48:11 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><live:identity><live:id>-2909825139146252787</live:id><live:alias>Tysley</live:alias></live:identity><image><title>Tysley's Space</title><url>http://blufiles.storage.live.com/y1puWF5-4syvPj31dlQcdS5NT6vRZkaeO0OpFZ8iqGw9S56hFncHwgc-yzBF_-LGCPk</url><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/</link></image><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>RANDOM</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1365.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I thought I'd do one of my random entries again where I talk about nothing in particular just because.  Here goes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I HEART Summer!  I really, really do.  I think it is so great that I even yelled, 'I love Summer!' out my window last night.  Can't get enough!  Thank you Summer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I finally got my grill working again.  Did I mention it had stopped working and I slipped in to a bit of a depression?  All of a sudden I realize that I might be out of propane.  Hmmm....I am so smart!  Whatever.  Got a new tank and all is good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;My office closes at 4:30 instead of 5:00 now and that has been a small change that I never knew would be so great.  Love it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Ok, I don't usually brag but I have to tell you how beautiful my flower pots are this year.  They are GORGEOUS!!!  I can't stop looking at them and tending to them every day.  I step out and admire them every morning before I leave for work, I get out of my car and look at them again after work, and then I sit out amongst them every evening.  They are so random in color and types and I can not stop saying enough about them.  By far, my best work. Love!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Did I mention my little brother CT was working with me this Summer?  Yeah, poor college kid needed a job so I brought him in as an office assistant.  We had a rocky start but he's doing pretty well now.  It's nice seeing him everyday and not worrying that the Summer is going to slip away and he'll go back to school before I can spend time with him.  Nice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hrwarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;new blog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is going well but very few comments so far.  I forgot what that was like.  Thanks to all of my Spaces buddies who have shown me some love.  I hope it's been interesting reading for you.  Hopefully I'll be accepted by the HR blog world soon.  Sigh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I have been checking out Match.com profiles lately and I have decided that the whole process is a blog entry in itself that I will get out soon.  For a sneak peak:  Why do men think it's ok to display pictures of themselves with no shirt or with tons of women around them or pictures of themselves drinking like a fish?  Is that attractive?  Does that get you many winks?  Confused.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;My fish Allie died a few weeks ago.  I came in to work one morning and she had jumped out of her bowl and on to the floor.  She laid there for at least 36 hours.  RIP Allie.  I will be getting a new fish soon and naming her Stella.  Stay tuned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I was watching my friend SN's little boy the other day.  He is 2 and cute as can be.  He grabbed my face, kissed me, and said 'I love you Tysee!'  I nearly burst in tears over his cuteness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;No big 4th of July plans this year which is just fine with me.  I'll probably head over to see the 'rents for some BBQ and then drink Summer Shandy beer on the back patio.  Can't wait.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Garamond color="#000000" size=3&gt;I just wanted to stop by and drum up some business for my newest adventure.  I have started a new blog.  I know!  How much babbling can one person do?  Well, I often read a great blog about the HR world called 'Evil HR Lady'.  She's my idol!  She gives great advice and I love to see what other people in my position are dealing with.  Being the only HR Director in my office is no easy task but I do have a few people to bounce ideas off when necessary.  Not everyone has that.  I emailed 'Evil' a question last week and she posted it on her blog.  Yeah!  Then she emailed me and told me I should start a blog too.  I should?!  Yeah!  Of course I should.  So I did.  It is a work in progress right now but I'm hoping it will become as famous as this blog:)  I am in good company when it comes to HR blogs so I'm hoping I can hold my own.  Keep your fingers crossed.  And come check me out when you have a minute at &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://hrwarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;font face=Garamond color="#0070c0" size=3&gt;http://hrwarden.blogspot.com/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=Garamond color="#000000" size=3&gt;.  I decided to go to Blogger with this one because it's easier for people to leave comments if they want.  I'm not cheating on the Spaces, just talking.  Hope all is well.  -T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Garamond color="#000000" size=3&gt;P.S.  I'm not sure if you remember but I published an entry back in February about my friend SN's cousin Abby.  Abby will be 5 in July and she has been on the heart transplant list for over a year waiting for her new heart.  Alot has happened since February but I'll cut to the chase.  Abby and her Mom are now in St. Louis waiting for Abby's heart because the odds of her getting her heart are much better there.  When you're on the list in St. Louis, all the available hearts in the country are considered.  In the rest of the country, you are only offered the available hearts in your region.  So with Abby living in St. Louis, her odds are greatly increased.  They have been there just over a week and all is well.  Please, please keep Abby and her family in your prayers.  With Abby and her Mom in St. Louis, that leaves Abby's two little sisters and Dad still in MN missing each other.  I can't even imagine the strength it must take to leave your two babies several hundred miles away to save another.  I have made a committement to wear my Abby bracelet every second until Abby finds her heart.  The bracelet is teal and pink, Abby's favorite colors.  As you can imagine, it matches nothing.  But my thought is that if Abby can wear a heart that doesn't match her body, I can wear a bracelet that doesn't match my outfit.  It's also a constant reminder to keep Abby in my thoughts and prayers.  I ask that you do the same:)  -T  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Blogging+Fool&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1354.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1354.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 18:10:05 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>7</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1354/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1354.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-06-23T18:10:05Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Good Guys</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1349.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;First, I just want to say how sad I am about the loss of Tim Russert.  I have been a fan of TR for a few years now and I always appreciated his quick and easy analysis of our political system.  &lt;em&gt;Meet The Press &lt;/em&gt;has been a long tradition for me on Sunday mornings and it just won't be the same without him.  TR will be laid to rest today and like many of you, my prayers go out to his family. RIP.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;font color="#244061"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;color:#444444;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Don't come to MN right now.  We're in mourning.  I'm convinced that productivity will be down for a few days and there will be sad looks everywhere.  Our beloved KG is leaving us.  For those who aren't basketball fans, Kevin 'Big Ticket' Garnett is leaving the Minnesota Timberwolves for (as they say in the biz) a better opportunity.  Oh!  It hurts too much to even think of it.  I wouldn't say I'm a big basketball fan exactly but I love KG.  I love him for what he does on the court and off.  He is the true definition of role model, man, and athlete.  I can't even name all of the wonderful things he has done in our communities and beyond.  He was always on the news for doing good things.  No dog fighting or womanizing or drug taking or bad mouthing.  Just a good guy.  He did so much for MN sports and sadly, I'm not sure MN returned the favor.  Well, maybe we have by setting him free and giving him a chance to get the elusive ring and title he deserves.  KG came to us when he was just a little tot right out of HS.  He's just a year or two older than me and I kind of feel like we grew up together.  I even got to meet him once.  Nicest man.  Anyway, for me this ranks right up there with when Kirby Puckett had to leave the game of baseball.  It's too much and I feel like a bit of my childhood is going with KG as he heads off to become a Boston Celtic.  I hold no animosity.  I am really happy that KG will be able to shine the way he was meant to shine.  I just wish it didn't hurt so much.  -T &lt;/span&gt; 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you're more likely to win.  That's not to say you can't win on the road but it's not as easy as your opponent.  The rules are still the same but there is an unspoken ease for the home team.  Nothing explains it better to me than that.  I imagine that this is what Clinton and Obama have been feeling as they pave a new road and establish new rules.  But regardless of all that, my message remains the same, make sure your voice is heard come November.  I'm not interested in who you vote for, it's more important that you are interested.  Rock the Vote!  -T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Road+Games&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1336.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1336.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 20:26:31 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1336/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1336.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-06-06T00:41:47Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Staring at Life</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1330.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Hi All!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Just wanted to stop by and say hello!  I have alot going on these days and it has my mind a little frazzled but I'm keeping an eye on everyone's space and commenting when I can.  Please keep my family and I in your prayers if you are the praying type.  Nothing serious, just life mostly.  My friend SN and I were talking the other day and she was saying that her eyes were tired from staring at...life. Ha!  Accurate description for me these days.  Just too much sometimes.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I'm in training again for another 5K.  I know!  I'm crazy!  It's in the city where I live so I thought I'd go try it out and see if I can shave some time off from my last run.  I've decided that if I could do my 5K's on a treadmill, I'd be a force to be reckoned with but this outside stuff is torture!  Oh, well.  Just keep plugging along I guess:) I did find a wonderful running store that I love and I think I've decided on the right shoes for me.  I'm sure they will be instrumental in turning me in to a lean, mean running machine!  Ha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;That's it from here.  Take care!  -T  &lt;/font&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Staring+at+Life&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1330.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1330.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 19:43:47 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1330/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1330.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-05-20T19:43:47Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Livin' Easy</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1321.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Yeah!  Spring has finally sprung!  I think...I hope!  It has been so nice the last few days and I'm hoping we are finally on the good side of this crazy weather pattern.  So today at my team meeting, we started with an icebreaker.  I asked everyone to write down some things they are looking forward to this Summer.  Little things that just make this time of year great.  I had started my own list and I was looking for ideas.  I posted some of them below.  Feel free to add to the list or borrow some of our suggestions.  Some of them are MN specific so you may have to come visit me to do them:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Pedicures&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Happy hour on Brit's roof (really, a little slice of Heaven up there)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;And that's it.  Doesn't it sound simply delightful?  Ahh!  Can't wait!  We hung them up in our office and we'll mark them off as we do them.  Probably won't get to all of them but it's a good place to start.  Take care!  -T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Livin'+Easy&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1321.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1321.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 18:40:20 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1321/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1321.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-05-06T18:40:20Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Slow and steady</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1306.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Ok, ok.  An update on the 5K.  I'll start from the beginning...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;So Saturday I went to yoga where the substitute teacher became obsessed with difficult stretches and long hold times.  Ow.  Then I went shopping for some thicker socks because my feet had started doing this annoying thing where they fall asleep while I'm running.  Then I came home and did some stretches to keep the back loose and happy.  I also took some Aleve to help with the knees and for the sore muscles I was sure yoga would bring.  I spent the rest of day with water and juice by my side.  I heard juice helps with the joints.  I had a conversation with TB about what to eat that night and what time to meet the next day.  That evening I had a lovely meal of carbs and noticed that I had an odd pain in my left ankle.  It hurt to walk, it hurt to go up the stairs.  Geez!  So I ice it down and pop more drugs.  I spend the rest of the evening trying to stop myself from completely backing out.  I fall asleep around 9:00pm and then wake up around 1:00am to Brody (the dog I'm currently watching) crying downstairs like a little baby.  So knowing how sleep and I don't really get along, I just try to ignore him and fall back to sleep.  No luck.  I go downstairs and let Brody out and then doze on the couch while he's out getting some fresh air or whatever his issue is.  After he comes back in, I do manage to go back to sleep.  Thank God for small miracles.  I wake up around 6:30am ready to go.  I had a sense of calm come over me as I took a shower, got dressed, and mentally prepared myself.  The weather was the first sunny one we had seen in several days and that gave me hope.  It was still cold though.  I went to Panera for a bagel and I could feel the bitter wind and my car was reading a cool 23 degrees.  After breakfast, I came home and read the paper, got my stuff together, fed Brody, and finished getting dressed.  I decided to wear a tank top, a long sleeve shirt, a t-shirt, and my black running pants.  At the last minute, I decided to wear two pairs of socks.  After I secured the hair in a bandana, I was ready to go.  This 5K is called &lt;em&gt;The Running of the Pigs&lt;/em&gt;.  Our minor league baseball team is called the St. Paul Saints and for some reason their mascot is a pig named Muddonna.  Get it?  Ha!  So this 5K was a little kick off to the season.  I used to live by the Saints stadium, I've been there a few times, I know exactly where it is.  Somehow, I got lost!  I missed my exit or something.  I'm convinced it's a sign of things to come and nearly burst in to tears.  I get myself turned around and I can hear my phone ringing from the very back of my car.  It's TB because I'm 10 minutes late by this point.  So I'm driving like a crazy person and yep, I get pulled over.  The guy was really nice though and gave me a warning. I make it there in the nick of time before they close down the road where the race will take place.  I park and make my way over to the check-in table.  I put on the lovely long sleeved shirt they give us for the race, I put on my number, and then I see TB who was sure I had bailed on her.  No such luck.  We take a few pictures and then go to the group stretches.  Have I mentioned it is absolutely freezing and so very windy?  OMG!  I thought I would die!  I have on many layers and I am so thankful for all of them.  After stretches, we have a few more minutes so I work on making sure the back is loose and my knees are feeling good.  We line up, I turn the iPod on and we're off.  TB takes off and I fall in to my own pace with Mary J. Blige, No Drama blaring in my ears.   I got this.  The first mile went really well.  I even passed a few people.  My breathing is tough because of the wind but my back is doing well and no pain from the knees.  It is only then that I remember that pesky ankle issue I had yesterday.  No pain now.  I notice that while I'm towards the back, there are still a lot of people behind me.  I take solace in that even though they are walkers who have no intention of making this a race.  Whatever.  I start thinking about when I took up this running thing and how hard it had been.  I think of all the days I wanted to give up.  Just before the 2-mile marker, my left foot falls asleep and then both of my legs start hurting.  The lower part of my legs and in to my ankles.  Ugh!  The muscles just tighten.  So, I make the tough decision to stop running and walk for awhile.  I perfectly plan that for when I have to go up the hill:) By that time I have the song Buttons by Snoop and PCD going in my ears.  So I'm walking it off when a little girl passes me like I'm standing still.  Whatever.  I get the urge to start running when Hypnotize by the late great Biggie comes on and I just try to forget the pain I'm in.  I run for about half a mile at a very slow pace.  Oh, and by this time, I am no longer cold.  I'm not really hot either though.  But my throat is burning from all the cold air I'm breathing in.  I do a little more walking to ease the pain in my legs and the whole time I 'm wishing I could just keep running.  I like this running thing.  I like seeing us all out here trying to accomplish the same goal.  It was great!  For the last half mile, you have to run past where you started and I see that TB is already done.  I wave and do you know what she does?  She jumps in there with me.  I'm running so slow at this point that she can just walk to keep up with me.  Her encouragement is awesome and she's not trying to have a full conversation with me which is great because I can hardly breath.  Just as we're making the turn for the final strech, there is some man there handing out granola packets.  What?  I can't hold something while I'm running.  Why do you think I have my iPod in my bra?  But I don't want to be rude so I take it and spit out some kind of thank you.  TB is nice enough to take my granola from me so I can focus on not having a heart attack as I try to run against the wind.  Now, the last minute was the absolute best and worst thing ever.  I am beyond tired.  I start with the motivating phrases that I have used on the treadmill.  'Keep going'  'Take a chance'  'You can do it'.  I think of SN's sweet email where she told me she was proud of me.  I think of all the chunky girls like me who don't believe they can do what I'm doing.  I think of my promise to myself.  All the while, I have the song Chain Hang Low rocking the iPod and it makes for the perfect rhythm for my pace.  And then I see the finish line.  My eyes are running because of the wind but as I cross the line, I wonder if some of those tears are just emotion.  I did it.  I had done my first 5K and with only about half a mile of walking.  TB is there waiting with my water bottle and a hug.  I'm sweating profusely and I am thrilled to be able to say the training had paid off.  My time was horrible but my pride can not be measured.  I am so proud of TB for hopping in there and giving me the push I needed.  I couldn't ask for a better partner.  I am proud of myself for doing what I never thought I could do.  Will I do it again?  Well,TB and I have joined a local running club where they teach you more about running and then help you put what you've learned to work.  I'm hopeful that it will help me increase my speed.  TB is hinting we should do the 5K for Grand Old Day on June 1st.  We'll see.  For now, I am nursing some sore muscles, I have my race number up on the fridge and I am taking a few days off from the workouts.  Thanks to all of you for your support.  I really felt it as I was putting one foot in front of the other.  It's amazing what the body can do when the mind and spirit is in the right place.  Ok, sorry this is so long.  I gotta run.  Ha!  -T  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Slow+and+steady&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1306.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1306.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 15:14:25 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>11</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1306/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1306.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-04-15T21:54:39Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Eye of the Tiger</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1299.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;24 hours from now I will be doing my final stretches, taking a few swigs of water, and saying a little prayer.  I will be embarking on my very first 5K run.  I hate that they call it a run.  How about a 'lazy jog'?  That suits much better.  Anyway, I started running last Summer and got more serious about it in the Fall.  In January, after this 5K idea had been thrown at me a few times, I finally signed up for one.  My friend TB pushed me over the edge when she informed me that she really needed someone to help her meet her goals to drop some lbs in time for her wedding.  She claimed to have been inspired by my efforts to run and needed the goal of a 5K to keep her going.  HV had also mentioned her enjoyment of 5K's.  So as I am carefully considering it, I get my Lifetime magazine in the mail.  Can you believe they have a whole article and training plan for a 5K?  So TB finds a 5K for us and we commit to getting ready for the big race.  I will admit, I thought it would be easy.  We had months to train for it and my running was getting better everyday.  But right around February, training got tough.  I hurt my knees, I was having trouble with my breathing, and my motivation was waning.  But I pushed through and got back on track pretty quickly.  In March, I struggled with blisters and an inability to increase my speed.  I'm too embarrassed to tell you my speeds because they are very, very low.  But with some motivating words from TB, awesome advice from BJB, and the constant support from friends and family, I again pushed through.  One of biggest supporters has been my friend SN.  She continues to be a cheerleader for me and tells me that I inspire her to set goals and meet them.  You should see the 'good luck' email she sent me this week.  Brought tears to my eyes.  The weather has also been challenging because running outside is so much different from running on a treadmill.  To me, it's much harder.  I've only done a few outdoor runs so I'm very nervous about hitting the pavement tomorrow for this 5K which is of course, outside.  But AC did her first 5K after only one outdoor run so I guess I can too.  Yesterday, I logged my last training run on the treadmill.  Just 2 miles for this one.  I am going to make my 5K iPod playlist today and I'm making sure to get all the necessary liquids in during these final hours.  To say I'm nervous is an understatement.  I am terrified.  It's not that I want to win this thing or not puke as I hit the one mile mark.  It's really an internal battle.  I want to prove to myself that I can do this.  I can finally set a goal and accomplish it.  Someone asked me where I was hoping to place in this thing.  I took a line I think I saw on BJB's space, 'I want to place my foot over the finish line.'   That's all I want.  I just want to say I did it.  Will I run another one after this?  Doubtful.  Running is just a thing I like to do at the gym for now.  Taking it public is not really my thing but who knows.  Today I plan to hit yoga, eat the right foods, and mentally prepare.  Tomorrow morning I'm just going to step out on faith and see what happens.  The weather looks to be cold and windy.  I can only hope my will is strong and stable.  I have often wondered if I should put this off for another time when I'm more prepared but then a quote runs through my mind, 'when you get the chance, take it.'  I carry that with me when those steps get tough.  I imagine, it will come to mind several times tomorrow morning.  Wish me luck.  -T    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Eye+of+the+Tiger&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1299.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1299.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 14:09:51 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1299/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1299.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-04-12T21:56:34Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Let's Just Kiss and Say Goodbye...</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1286.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#ffffff" size=2&gt;Dear Old Man Winter,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#ffffff" size=2&gt;I come to you on my knees and PLEAD for your departure of my sweet state of MN.  I agree that we have had our ups and downs these last few months.  We are no longer under the impression that Global Warming has beaten you or that El Nino is here to stay.  We know that snow is an ongoing issue and negative temperatures can come upon us quicker that we can say, 'my heating bill is HOW much!?!?'  We know your tenacity and willingness to hang in there until the job is done.  I am in awe of your funny way of keeping me on my toes when deciding if I should wash my car.  My coat has never left my side and my boots have been a constant companion in the backseat of my car.  Your humor is unmatched especially when I consider that this is the first year in many when I decided not to go on a vacation.  I giggle just thinking about it.  Remember all those mornings I spent standing in my closet wishing I had more sweaters because I was in a vicious rotation of having to wear them when a light cardigan just wouldn't do?  Yeah, that was fun.  Oh, and how about when March came and we thought our coldest days were behind us?  Ha!  You put us in our place with lower than average temps. And then when those stupid weather people started babbling about how we were a few inches below normal with snowfall, you came through on the very last day of the month with 8 inches.  Wow.  You never fail Mr. OMW.  Remember Christmas when it snowed so hard I could hardly make it home with all of my gifts?  How about Groundhog's Day when you let that damn rodent see his shadow or the first day of Spring when you overstayed your welcome with a fresh snowfall?  But with it being the first day of April and all, I come to you like the Fool I am and kindly ask for you to release us.  We've had our time together.  We trudged through Holidays, Birthdays, Workdays, Schooldays, Snowdays, Where is my electric blanket days.  We have been through alot this year and I think we need to let this good time finally end.  You will not be forgotten, I promise you.  The winter of '07-08 will carry in our memory for years to come.  'An ol' fashioned MN Winter' we'll call it as we shake our heads and shiver at your memory.  You will always have a presence with us.  But it's really time to go now.  Time for flip-flops, shorts, pedicures, pink lemonade, and sunglasses.  I want to sweep out my garage and start anew.  The time for planting flowers, bbq's on the patio, and trips to cabin have been hard earned and well deserved.  I want my lunches in the park back and sitting outside at restaurants.  I want long days, and breezes through my window.  I need to turn off my furnace and turn on my ceiling fan.  I need it.  We all do.  Bring back margaritas on the deck and the Farmer's Market.  I want to buy new sandals and feel the need for suntan lotion.  I want to sit out on my patio and read magazines until the sun goes down.  I want to call HV and declare it the best day of the year.  Minnesotans need to see less snow and sunnier dispositions.  We pulled out all of our tricks Mr. Winter.  We flipped the switch on Daylight Savings Time, we had the MN Twins Opener, we made it through March Madness.  We met all of our requirements.  Yes.  There were days when we cried and beat you with our tiny fist but we always dragged ourselves off the ground and made it through another day.  Another cold day.  Please.  I just need to hear &lt;em&gt;Summertime&lt;/em&gt; by The Fresh Prince and open my sunroof again.  I need to take walks with ML in downtown St. Paul, I want to play a game of fetch with Bodacious, and I want that sweet smell of rain coming down.  I want things to be simpler, better, and warmer.  I'm on my knees, we all are.  Just pack your stuff and go.  We'll see you again.  Sooner than we're ready for I'm sure.  Goodbye old friend.  Goodbye.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#ffffff" size=2&gt;-T       &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Let's+Just+Kiss+and+Say+Goodbye...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1286.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1286.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 21:57:52 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>12</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1286/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1286.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-04-03T18:49:20Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Strengths and Weaknesses</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1279.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;Oh, Hi.  It's me.  Back again.  This isn't so much a blog entry as it is a lesson.  A lesson in how to interview for a job.  I have had to conduct several interviews in the last few weeks.  Some have left me thinking, 'Wow.  How did we live without him or her?'  Some have left me thinking, 'Wow.  How does that person live?'  So below are a few tips to keep in mind.  Ready?  Let's go....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;1.  Before you apply for a position or at least before you come in to interview for a position, look up the company somehow.  Check out the website, ask the person who calls to phone screen you or set up the interview, do something.  DO NOT under any circumstances say, 'I don't know much' or 'I haven't had time to check it out.'  Lie to me if you have to.  Ok, don't lie but at least find a better way of answering the question.  Now, I have been that person in my past to say 'I don't know.'  And I know it probably doesn't matter to you that you haven't done your research but sometimes decisions can come down to which of the candidates went that extra mile.  Just do it.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;2.  DO NOT talk about salary at your first interview.   This is complicated because I might contradict myself a bit.  Pay attention.  If you get a phone screen person who makes the initial call to gather more information and they ask if you have any questions, you may ask the salary question then.  But only ask for a range and do not disclose if that is ok with you or not.  Trust me.  Just don't.  But if you do not ask at that point and they do not offer information at that point, just leave it alone at your first interview.  Stick to your qualifications and learning more about the position and the company.  Now, if you get a second interview and no one has informed you of a salary range, go ahead and ask in a tactful manner.  Make sure you also ask about benefits and possibility for development within the company.  Development.  NOT when is my next promotion.  Got it?  Good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;3.  When you interview, do not wear perfume, cologne, or anything else that could cause an allergic reaction to the interviewer or others in the office.  I have left interviews with a horrible headache that I didn't have going in.  And no matter what the person said, I couldn't remember anything besides their overwhelming smell of Burberry.  That lesson should also carry over in to regular life because I could tell you stories but that's for another lesson.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;4.  Please dress up for your interview.  I can't tell you how many people show up in jeans, wrinkled shirts, and yes sometimes flip-flops.  I know.  Just don't do it. Play it safe.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;5.  Now this is very important and also may be a little hard to follow.  Do not talk too much at your interview.  LISTEN to your interviewer.  PAY ATTENTION.  I don't care about a boss you had several years ago who made you detail his car on your lunch break.  I'm not interested in your life story and how you managed to go to school full time while you had two kids at home.  I know that sounds harsh but it's true.  Stick to the topic, ask relevant questions, and do not talk longer than one minute.  Interviewers are usually on tight timelines and they don't have much time to spare for you take us down memory lane.  Too much talking in an interview translates to too much talking in the office once you're hired.  Focus!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;6.  Do not discuss your need for time off or a flexible schedule during your first interview.  It's not cool.  Just don't do it.  Wait until you have an offer, if they want to offer you a position, that puts you in to negotiation mode.  That's when you have a little more room to let your potential employer know what you will need from them in order to accept the position.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;7.  Please ask questions at the end of your interview.  Don't say, 'No, I think you covered everything.'  It's dumb.  If nothing else, ask the person about himself or herself.  Ask what they like about working at the company, ask about their career path, ask about their goals for the department or company, ask what they are looking for in their next employee.  ASK!  Try to start a conversation from there and leave 'em wanting more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;8.  This is my last thing and then I'll shut up.  Pay attention to your interviewer.  Are they engaged in what you're saying?  Do they look bored?  Are they trying get a word in but you haven't stopped talking?  Are they prodding you for more information that you're not giving them?  Watch their body language.  Are they slumped in their chair, are they doodling on your resume?  Take everything in.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#3f3151" size=2&gt;Ok, now back to what you were doing  -T    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Strengths+and+Weaknesses&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1279.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1279.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 18:59:55 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1279/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1279.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-03-27T19:01:41Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Blah</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1272.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Hi All!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;I know it has been too long since I last posted but really, I've got nothin'!  Nothing interesting and can be put out in the cyber world at least.  But in case you're interested, below are some very random ramblings...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;It's still winter in MN despite the calendar clearly stating that it should be spring.  I'm talking cold temps and snow.  We had a crazy snowstorm last week that just pushed me further in to my winter depression.  It's crazy.  We're getting more snow tomorrow.  Help!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;My stupid association charged me a $25 fee because I still had my Christmas lights in my shrubs.  In the warning letter it said I could keep the lights up until April 1st as long as I didn't turn them on.  No problem.  I haven't turned them on since the day after Christmas.  I don't even like Christmas that much.  I couldn't get them out of the shrubs because the whole area is completely covered in snow and I couldn't get them out.  Two weeks later, I get a letter telling me that I'm a horrible person and they are charging me $25 because I didn't abide by my warning letter and take the lights down.  WHAT!?!?!  What happened to that April 1st thing?  I appealed the charge and lost.  No reason was given as to why I lost.  Whatever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;My NCAA bracket isn't looking so good.  How could Georgetown do that to me?  Ahhh!  I'm hanging in there though.  I have UCLA winning it all.  Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Easter was pretty uneventful.  Easter is my favorite holiday because it lands in the spring and you don't have to buy gifts or anything.  But with this weather, I just couldn't get in to it.  My parent's and I went to brunch at our favorite place, Bonfire.  Great place but the brunch is not worth it.  Trust me.  Go to Perkins.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Things are beyond crazy at work, which has also cut in to my blogging time.  Trying to fill jobs, trying to train in new people, trying not to go insane, trying to wipe the 'are you crazy' look off my face.  You know, the usual stuff.  I'm taking a 'Tysley Day' on Friday so that should help relieve some stress...I hope.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Speaking of stress.  I'm still not sleeping!  This has been going on since November and I am so over it.  Sleeping pills help but I'm kind of over those too.  So now I have to do a sleep study in a few weeks.  I'll keep you posted.  In the meantime, I'm thinking about becoming a night nanny.  Help those poor Mom's who would give anything to have my problem.  We'll see.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Running is a disaster.  I have blisters on my feet and I did something to my right knee so my training has been hell the last two weeks.  I have a 5K in 2.5 weeks.  I can only run 2.25 miles consistently.  Pray.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;I don't care what anyone says, I loved Obama's speech last week.  Even if you didn't agree with what he said, he took a clear stand on the issue of race and I respect the way he handled the situation.  I wish we had a democratic candidate figured out though.  This is getting older than McCain.  Ha!  Kidding.  Sorry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;My brothers are both doing well.  CT will be coming home at the beginning of May for the summer.  Plans are in the works for getting him and his car back here.  Should be interesting.  If anyone knows of any summer jobs for a strapping young lad, let me know.  RT is still chasing his musical aspirations.  Dude.  I am so glad that that is not my dream. Too heartbreaking for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Ok.  That's it for me.  Hope all is well with everyone.  Peace.  -T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;color:black;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Make it a good day! -T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Ready+To+Run&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1252.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1252.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 15:09:49 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>10</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1252/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1252.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-03-04T15:09:49Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Table for One</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1244.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size=2&gt;Well, I did it.  I broke down and bought a kitchen table.  I know I should be excited but sorrow is in my heart.  It's official.  I'm a grown up.  I eat at a kitchen table now?  What's next, fiber tablets?  Ugh!  When I moved it to my place almost two years ago, I had everything I needed, except a kitchen table.  Who needs it?  I never sat at my roommate's table anyway.  I always ate dinner sitting on the couch in front of the tv.  I'll be fine.  I'll get one in a couple of months I thought.  Well, that turned in to 18 months.  During all of these months, I haven't done much entertaining due to the table issue.  It's really not that big of a deal to me but I hear about it all the time from my friends and Mom.  'You need a table!  Where is your table?  When are you getting a table?'  Ugh!  I have put it off partly because I could always find something else to spend my money on and mostly because it just signified too much settledness.  It was bad enough that I have to pay for, maintain, and constantly worry about this house.  But putting down roots with a kitchen table?!  Now that seems a bit too mature for me.  What if I decide to move to another country?  What do I do with this table?  It's one thing to have a bed and a couch.  I mean, you have to eat and sleep somewhere but a table is just too complete.  And I'm also a bit of a minimalist.  I don't like to have too many things.  I have the fewest and smallest of most things just because I don't like to deal with them.  I fear gift-giving Holidays because that gift becomes one more thing I have deal with at some point.  I will have to make a decision to keep, throw, sell, deal!  You wouldn't believe how much that stresses me out.  I don't even have many decorations because I just don't want to DEAL with them.  They have to be cleaned, not broken, you know, taken care of.  I was actually just looking at my CD collection this weekend and wondering why I didn't ditch those when I had my garage sale.  And my Santabears are looking more and more like Ebay material every day.  And tell me, what is the real need for more than one glass and plate for a single dweller?  But I guess the table was a necessary item since the area that called for a table looked pretty silly without one.  Anyway, the table is cute and little.  Nothing fancy and something I think I could easily ditch if I had to.  Especially since I only purchased one chair.  Hey!  Baby steps.  -T &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Table+for+One&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1244.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1244.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 22:55:31 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>7</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1244/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1244.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-03-04T15:03:57Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>It's Ok</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1232.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#000000" size=3&gt;I was on the treadmill the other night and I was horribly alone.  My new love running had forgotten our date or something so it was just me and Me.  You should have heard the argument me and Me had.  It was almost comical.  I hop on the treadmill and Me says that I have to maybe push myself a little this time.  Uh, I don't think so!  Running never says things like that.  Running says to just do the best I can, if I feel like increasing the speed, go ahead but it's mostly about distance.  You should have heard Me, she is such a brat!  'He's being nice to you', Me says.  'He doesn't want to scare you off but he's not here now and I'm telling you that you need to make this happen.'  'Whatever!' I tell her as I started my warm up walk.  She wouldn't go away without fight.  She starts increasing the speed DURING THE WARM UP WALK!  The nerve!  'Go away!', I say.  She smiles that annoying smile of hers and crosses her arms.  I don't like her.  So I deal with the speed and get through the warm up.  My running is decent, I'm trying a new breathing technique I just learned and things are good.  Out of nowhere she starts babbling about this 5K I've committed to and how my friend Tara who has agreed to do it with me will be laughing all the way to the finish line if I don't hurry this thing along.  'But, I have a bad back' I tell her.  Excuses!  She's screaming this by the way.  'My knee hurts and I'm SO overweight' I tell her.  She is just pacing next to me while she laughs that horrible cackle of hers.  That just makes me even more upset so I start increasing the speed myself just to show her.  This Me is so not cool and I'm just going to get this over with so she'll leave me alone.  Why did Running take this day off?  Why did he leave me with HER!  She doesn't understand me!  She heard me and whispers in my ear what I secretly know but refuse to admit.  'It is ME who truly understands you.  I know what you want from this and only I will truly push you.  He got you here but I will keep you here.  You and Running have miles and miles between you but there is nothing between us, I am always here.  Now, stop complaining and start moving!'  Oh, she is impossible!  I continue with my excuses, which fall on her stupid deaf ears.  'Faster.' That is all she says in her calm yet fierce voice.  I think of my buddy B who does triathlons like it ain't no thang.  How does she keep going?  I wonder about my friend Tami who can run at 8mph for 15 minutes.  15 minutes!  Me comes closer and something about her presence suddenly calms me.  'Just settle in and keep moving.  It's ok that your back hurts.  It's ok that you're tired.  It's ok that that adorable man just walked by and gave you a smile that could move mountains and all you could muster was a slight nod.  It's ok that you have no idea how you got here.  It's ok.'  And then I think what they call a second wind came over me and I decided that it was ok.  Me increased the speed and cracked a smile.  'It's ok she says, I'm here.  Keep going.'  I use all of the energy I have to whisper, 'ok.'  -T  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+It's+Ok&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1232.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1232.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 15:46:18 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>8</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1232/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1232.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-03-04T15:04:38Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Join the Fight</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1220.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Hi All!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Thanks for all the birthday wishes and thank you to everyone who went out and fought the good fight for Super Tuesday last night.  I had to park about half a mile away to get to my caucusing location and then had to wait in line for about 15 minutes outside before I could vote but it was worth it.  The whole time I was making my way to the caucus I was thinking about how I am just two generations out from family members who didn't have the right to vote.  I am blessed enough to not only have the right to vote but to have the means, health, and good sense to know I need to vote.  But along with all of that, I was thinking about my friend SN's little cousin Abby.  Abby is three years old and she was born with a heart condition that has now brought her to a place where she is waiting for a heart transplant.  She spent most of the winter, spring, and summer of last year in the hospital after a series of scary problems with her heart.  She has been on the news several times and there have been several benefits in her honor to help raise money for the heart surgery she needs to live a full life.  She is going to be back on the news this week in a story about the health insurance crisis in this country.  Abby is only 3 years old and she is out of health insurance money for life.  The maximum is a million dollars and she has gone through all of it.  How do you tell a three year old that she lives in the richest, most powerful country in the world and the price of her health not only has a limit but she has met that limit and then some?  Abby wasn't here when we elected our last President, she's not old enough to vote now, and she will not be able to impact her Government for several more years.  Yet, her health care fate has been decided for the rest of her life.  We cannot let that happen.  That is why we have to make sure we have an impact on this election.  This is why we have to stop making excuses, stop saying we haven't educated ourselves on the issues, stop sitting idly by just because we are in a good place.  Just because you have health insurance now or because you can pay your mortgage now or because life is good for you now, doesn't mean that you can just let things happen around you.  We are all just a few degrees or less from someone who needs us to get out there and fight for them.  Four years ago, Abby wasn't here and health care reform wasn't as important as it is today but look at what just a few years can do.  Look at the crisis we are in because we didn't make sure to keep our eye on the prize.  The prize of the American Dream.  Abby is actually one of the lucky ones.  Her story is being heard, people are uniting to raise money, raise awareness, and make sure that she gets to live out the pursuit of happiness.  There are so many who don't have that same circumstance.  It is the meekest amongst us that we have to remember to have a voice for.  You may not have children or grandchildren or friends or parents or loved one's who need your voice today but keep living and you will.  Hopefully, you will still be in a place to have that voice and not be the one hoping to have someone speak for you.  It is that important.  Please get involved.  We need you.  -T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Join+the+Fight&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1220.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1220.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 17:18:38 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>9</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1220/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1220.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-10T22:48:25Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Super, Duper, Fat Tuesday!</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1215.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just stopping by to remind you that today is not only my 31st birthday, it is also Super Duper Fat Tuesday!  So that means, get your sinning celebrations on.  AND if you're in one of the caucusing states, get out there and make your voices heard!  Rock the Vote people.  Consider it your very own birthday present to little ol' me:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fay, thanks for both of your b.day greetings.  No solid plans for Day O Fun yet as I'm not sure if I want to be out and about or stay home and veg with my friends.  We'll see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope all is well and in the words of my Dad's best friend, 'Keep it on the right side.'  Well, maybe I should save that for a non-voting day:)  -T &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;P.S. Want to give a big shout out congrats to my friends Sus and Walker for the birth of their little girl!  She's a cutie and an aquarious like me:)  So happy for you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Super%2c+Duper%2c+Fat+Tuesday!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1215.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1215.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 15:45:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1215/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1215.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-06T05:43:40Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Happy Talk</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1204.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I hope you saw it.  Saturday night was the end of the S.C. primary and the political world was buzzing.  As I watched from the comforts of my parent's living room, I felt just a tiny bit of hope for my country.  Maybe the 'American Dream' still exists.  I haven't officially chosen my candidate yet but I just couldn't help but feel the energy, hope and excitement coming from the people in attendance at Obama's speech.  It was amazing.  His words were inspiring by themselves but the people who were there to support him had me fully engaged.  I was watching them most of all as their candidate made his appeal for better days.  Whenever a candidate says 'the people have spoken', I get chills.  So much of the time, I feel that we don't get a chance to speak.  Our voices are often drowned out by those who know so little about our individual hopes and dreams.  Some of the speakers on Saturday seem to really hear me.  At least I hope so.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I know that there has been so much drama over the last few days especially between Obama and Clinton but I think that's just a sample of what's to come.  I'd like to think it is the result of Americans who truly love their country and they are fighting with all they have to earn the top spot in getting our dreams back on track.  When I listen to the candidates on both sides, I try to see that part of them.  I try to see in their eyes, in their body language, and of course in their words the love they have for this country.  I don't see that so much in our current administration.  That is what motivates my interest in politics and this election.  I am shocked by those who don't vote or don't care.  This is your country, these are decisions that will effect you and the generations to follow you.  Pay attention.  I believe in our country, I love our country, and I know that we are better than our present situation.  I am hoping we can find a candidate and eventual President who believes it too.  I just can't imagine the strength, desire, and ol' fashioned hard work it must take to get out on the campaign trail and open yourself up to the good and bad of asking America to choose you.  It has to be a daunting and overwhelming task.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;This is a very exciting time in our history.  I think this will be a turning point when we reflect back on the election of 2008.  I imagine the history books will say very little about who said what about who.  I hope that it will tell in detail the story of how that was the year when American's finally said, enough is enough.  I hope it will have a chapter about the ability of a whole nation of people to get over it and pull together when it counted the most.  I hope that there will be several paragraphs describing how race and gender and social status was pushed aside in favor of making sure we did not repeat old mistakes.  I want that book to tell of how we as Americans came out to the polls in record numbers.  We held parties and sang songs because we finally made the connection that we have to do this together.  We will no longer sit by and hope that our government does what is right.  We will demand it.  We decided not to leave anyone behind this time when we finally had our say.  Our future America will examine the legacy we left them and truly understand that we wanted to get it right this time.  We wanted to do it together.  We wanted to walk the walk, talk the talk, and truly believe in the American Dream.  I hope that the talk will be of better days and brighter futures.  Rock the Vote!  -T   &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Happy+Talk&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1204.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1204.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 23:09:38 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>9</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1204/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1204.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-01-28T23:09:38Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Brrr!</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1189.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734" size=2&gt;Hey All!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734" size=2&gt;Blah, blah, blah.  Nothing to write about...still!  I can report that MN is settling in for ANOTHER bout of cold weather and snow.  This looks to be the big one as far as temps.  Today is going to be the warmest for at least the next week and it's only 22.  By Saturday the warmest they are predicting is -1 and that is being optimistic.  Boo!  I am the worst when it gets cold.  I don't want to go ANYWHERE!  Just leave me at home by my fireplace with my electric throw and a good book.  It is all I can do to go to work, hit the gym and go back home.  I try to make sure that I have plenty of food and the heating bill is paid because there will be no little quick trips to places in this type of cold.  I try not even get gas in this kind of weather.  In fact, I should fill up today.  I don't pick up my mail because I have to walk to the end of my street and I don't roll my trash can to the end of the driveway but instead hope it doesn't fill up before the weather breaks.  All of my relationships are maintained via phone or email unless some brave soul decides to come over to my place.  See you in the Spring.  I know.  Pathetic.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734" size=2&gt;Thanks for the nice comments and emails about the new pic.  Shout out to BB for that.  It's a long story but I had planned to take a picture of my Santabears for my Christmas card but when BB came over for the photo shoot, the pics didn't turn out that great.  If you saw my last pic, the bears have those creepy black eyes that made the whole sweet Christmas thing not so sweet.  So BB set up a whole bunch of other poses and the winner was the one you see on my space now.  The Christmas card I sent out was in black &amp;amp; white though.  We had a good time with it even if the original plan didn't work out.  Thanks BB!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734" size=2&gt;There is alot going on at work right now.  Mostly stuff I can't share but drama none the less.  Every morning on my short drive in, I try to guess at what I might encounter when I come through those doors.  I have never been able to give an acurate prediction of what my day will be.  The good times just keep rolling and I get nervous every time someone walks in to my office especially if they shut the door.  But it's what I thrive on!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734" size=2&gt;Want to give a shout out to K. Hill who celebrated her 30th b.day yesterday.  Another shout to my buddy KD on her recent engagement.  It's so good to see you so happy:)  And a shout to my girl Lisa for planning a wonderful HH the other night.  So good to see everyone.   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734" size=2&gt;Day O' Fun is slowly coming together.  I think I have a decent plan but it will mostly depend on the weather.  Thanks for all the wonderful suggestions!  Should be a good time.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734" size=2&gt;I've had a few people ask me about my running.  No huge developments but it is coming along.  It's so weird when I look back on this time last year when I was lucky to just walk for 45 minutes at 2mph.  Back in those days, I was just putting my time in.  Now, I am on an actual plan to increase the quality of my running.  I have good days and bad days but I like it more and more.  It's very scary for me to say that.  Running and I could break up at anytime but so for we are making it work.  Yoga is going really well though.  Don't knock yoga until you've given it an honest shot.  And you may have to try a few classes to find the right one for you.  I love my class and my teacher.  My teacher is pregnant so I am in awe of her ability to do yoga with a baby belly.  No excuses I guess.  I practice my balance alot at home and I can tell the difference when I get to class.  And I think that balance is really helping with the running too.  Go figure.  Now, it would be really great if all of this gym time was paying off on the scale.  Sigh.  It's just about being healthy at this point I guess.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734" size=2&gt;That's it from this Space.  Hope all is well.  Please!  Send some warm weather.  B and I are freezing up here!  -T  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Brrr!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1189.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1189.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 15:59:27 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>11</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1189/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1189.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-01-17T22:55:03Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Nothin' for Nothin'</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1177.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;I feel like I should put something out on the blog but to be honest, I've got nothin'.  The New Year has started off pretty quiet and I'm totally ok with that.  Below I will give you a few tidbits from the last week or so but unfortunately, nothing too exciting.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;A.  I am so excited about this year's election I could just burst.  You already know I'm a democrat but I'm still not sure who I'm supporting out of Obama, Clinton, and Edwards.  I cannot wait for Super Tuesday though!  On my birthday!  Oh, democracy!  Rock the Vote!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;B.  I can't remember if I told you or not but my fish Clyde passed away the day after Christmas.  It was sad but Clyde and I had a good run for almost two years.  RIP little buddy.  No plans to get another fish as of yet.  I still have my fish Allie at work.  I'll just focus on her for now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;C. I'm closing in on turning 31 in a few weeks.  Sigh and sigh.  I love being 30.  I hadn't really thought past that age.  Now, I'll be a 30-something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;D.  Have I mentioned my trouble sleeping in the last few months?  Yeah, I don't sleep anymore.  My friends have me too afraid to get any prescription pills because of all of the side effects.  So I mostly just lie in bed and solve the worlds problems.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;E.  My love affair with running is still going strong.  Every day seems to be different.  Sometimes I have the energy and stamina of a 10 year old.  Sometimes, I can barely get through half a mile.  We're still figuring each other out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;F.  CT went back to school on Sunday.  I can't tell you how much I miss him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;G.  Shout out to PT's little baby Em for turning 1 year on Tuesday.  I was invited to her b.day party this past Sunday and I was disappointed to find that they had purchased an angel food cake for her b.day.  No icing, no mess.  I couldn't believe it.  PT's excuse is that he didn't want a hyper baby to deal with.  Um, it's her FIRST birthday!  Deal!  I'm not asking you to give it to her everyday.  But to his credit, he did get her a real cake for her actual b.day but she was too much of a lady to tear it apart.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;H.  The winter blues have hit me but not too terrible...YET.  Stay tuned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;I.  I saw the best movie I never want to see again.  The Kite Runner.  It was wonderful and sad.  Please support this film but don't blame me for the tears that will surely come.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;J.  I just finished one of the best books I have ever had the pleasure of reading.  The Other Boelyn Girl by Philippa Gregory.  That book is over 600 pages and it still wasn't long enough for me.  I sucked that book down like it was a DP margarita swirl.  I LOVED it!  I am jealous of those who haven't read it yet and get to experience its greatness.  Sigh again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;K.  I am looking for some help.  I'm currently trying to plan my 'Day O' Fun' coming up in February.  That is a day when some of my friends and I take a Friday off and I get to pick what I want to do for the entire day (within reason) in celebration of my b.day.  I'm stuck.  Any ideas?  We've done movie marathons, shopping, ideal breakfast (yummy), pontoon rides (summer event), bingo.  Help! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;That's all folks.  Wish I had more interesting things to tell you but no luck.   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d" size=2&gt;Take care.  -T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Nothin'+for+Nothin'&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1177.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1177.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 17:11:36 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1177/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1177.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-01-11T20:51:41Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Auld Lang Something...</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1162.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#0c0c0c" size=3&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will be another New Year's at home for me.  Hoping to stay awake long enough to see the ball drop.  Thank goodness for leftover spaghetti:)  Wishing you all a wonderful and safe New Years!  I expect that 2008 will bring us all happiness, blessings, and more great blog entries.  Love to you all!  -T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Auld+Lang+Something...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><comments>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1162.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1162.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 21:26:56 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1162/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!1162.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-12-31T21:26:56Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Custom List: I wish...</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Lists/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!371</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I wish...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;People would stop complaining all the time.  Geez&amp;#33;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could be ok with turning 30...I&amp;#39;m just not&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND why sometimes...they win&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND why they run for office&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew why fools fall in love&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I understood percents and fractions&amp;#58;&amp;#41;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could open a book store and just have book club meetings all day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasn&amp;#39;t so nosy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skinny jeans were NOT in style&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could eat Mexican food every day&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taye Diggs was single.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could sing like Whitney used to&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t worry about my family so much.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;For world peace.  Really.  Why is there so much violence&amp;#63;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t get headaches all the time&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could motivate myself to get my Master&amp;#39;s&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more wishes.  Ha&amp;#33;&amp;#33;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;People could communicate better&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and eat anything I want without even caring&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could lose weight without even trying&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minnesota was warmer&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish we really knew what happens after we die&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and no war&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was more love&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;All was fair in love and war&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could be one of those truly sweet people...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Government could get it figured out&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of our children had a stable home life, good education, food, and all the things adults owe them&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and theft in general&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;We didn&amp;#39;t have to worry about identity theft&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could speak another language&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Custom+List%3a+I+wish...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!371</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 20:43:05 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>list</msn:type><live:type>list</live:type><live:typelabel>List</live:typelabel><cf:itemRSS>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Lists/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!371/feed.rss</cf:itemRSS><dcterms:modified>2007-07-30T20:43:05Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Custom List: 100 Ramblings</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Lists/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!147</link><description>&lt;p&gt;100 Ramblings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really, really do not like to give high fives.  Really.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday is my favorite day of the week&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe in choosing your attitude&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m a horrible singer...but I don&amp;#39;t let it stop me from trying&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my Mom is brillant and I wish I had inherited some of her creativity&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I absolutely LOVE dark chocolate&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can not handle incompetent people&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to be a lawyer when I grew up&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;People tell me that I&amp;#39;m funny&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that I talk too loud&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think sandals are so great&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always start my prayers with, &amp;#39;thank you God&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate having my picture taken&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and despise my middle name&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my first name&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a very low pain tolerance&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get a rush when I walk in to a bookstore--It must be like winning the lottery&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a mild obsession with Q-tips&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;but I&amp;#39;m really, really bad at it&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to cook-when I&amp;#39;m in the right mood&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and voicemail---I really hate voicemail&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and email&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and paper from meetings&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;like meetings&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m not big on communication vehicles&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I often zone out during long stories and later wonder what I may have missed&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have an imaginary friend by the name of Sally Sue&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;or hand lotion&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;or books&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can not live without chapstick&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am very much a work in progress&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like my eyes the best&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daisies are my favorite flower&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m a democrat.  There&amp;#33;  I said it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason I enjoy quiet, reflective people.  What are they thinking about&amp;#63;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contrary to popular opinion, the single life is the place to be&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been accused of being a Princess&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still think my Dad&amp;#39;s the smartest, bravest, handsomest man in the world&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;it makes me feel old&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have lower back issues&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;but don&amp;#39;t understand why we all think we need so much of it&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I constantly worry about money&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite holiday is Spring...it&amp;#39;s a holiday to me&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the Starbuck&amp;#39;s Java Chip Frap with extra chocolate drizzle. Mmm&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m a morning person...on the weekends&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have an odd desire to name things...like my car&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on...there are some stupid questions&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day I&amp;#39;d like to go to Europe&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;My birthday is February 5th&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women cry entirely too much.  Including this one.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t wait to introduce my future kids to the wonderful world of books&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I often fall asleep while saying my prayers at night.  I&amp;#39;m sure God just shakes his head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I think too much&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t believe that ALL you need is love but it&amp;#39;s a good start&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a great childhood complete with discipline and a bit of spoiling&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate going to the grocery store&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother Reshard is one of those truly nice guys...again, go figure&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then his smile&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first thing I notice about a man is his hands&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I say go big or go home&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hatred, jealousy, and envy will take years off your life.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love hot weather&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t like movies where horses are the primary mode of transportation&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;but much better with words&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m terrible with numbers&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;When people show you who they are, believe them...the first time&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Volunteering feeds my soul&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleeping is my favorite hobby&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;My little brother Colby gives the best hugs&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the Golden Girls&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should really work out more&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be the person my dog thinks I am&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smiles are contagious-in a good way&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is an art to accepting compliments&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I truly believe that friends are the family God let&amp;#39;s you choose&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;A wink can speak volumes&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love reading.  It should be the national past time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pedicures should be a requirement of life&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my family and worry about them all the time&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Margaritas are great &amp;#38; should be the national drink&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have two  &amp;#40;huge&amp;#41; little brothers&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love toe rings&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and selfish.  I&amp;#39;m working on it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and rude&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I can be a tad bit..bossy&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate germs&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love to throw my head back and just laugh&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is something to be said for age...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe in Girl Power&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate winter&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my iPOD.  It&amp;#39;s like the ultimate mixed tape&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I only like even numbers except 5 which is my favorite number.  Go figure.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the movie&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;including the book&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the color purple &lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m a rightie &lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe in love at first sight&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Mexican food&lt;p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Custom+List%3a+100+Ramblings&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!147</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:10:54 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>list</msn:type><live:type>list</live:type><live:typelabel>List</live:typelabel><cf:itemRSS>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Lists/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!147/feed.rss</cf:itemRSS><dcterms:modified>2007-07-29T15:10:54Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Custom List: Guestbook</title><link>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Lists/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!270</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Guestbook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;#47;blog&amp;#47;cns&amp;#33;D79E3973EEAF9E0D&amp;#33;277.entry"&gt;Sign Here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for stopping by&amp;#33;  Drop me a line and let me know what you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-2909825139146252787&amp;page=RSS%3a+Custom+List%3a+Guestbook&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=tysley.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=Tysley"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!270</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 00:03:53 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>list</msn:type><live:type>list</live:type><live:typelabel>List</live:typelabel><cf:itemRSS>http://Tysley.spaces.live.com/Lists/cns!D79E3973EEAF9E0D!270/feed.rss</cf:itemRSS><dcterms:modified>2006-08-02T00:03:53Z</dcterms:modified></item></channel></rss>