<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:22:52.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life...Who needs it?</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just a little insight into my life.  I hope it gives you a giggle or whatever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-5779405874892529388</id><published>2007-07-09T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:49:07.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is Monday. I move on Saturday. My apartment is a mess. My mother and sister have arrived to offer assistance in the packing process. It is a disaster.   The two of them hate me.   I am having trouble with a project at work.  And I missed my friend Paul's wedding.  How am I to go on?  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-5779405874892529388?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/5779405874892529388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=5779405874892529388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/5779405874892529388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/5779405874892529388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-117037369207912811</id><published>2007-02-01T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:48:12.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Before Class...</title><content type='html'>Hi all.  Just dropping a quick line before I head to class.  I've been doing a lot of reasearch on Brownfields.  Very interesting stuff.  So, there is a girl in my next class who has to affirm everything the instructor says.  You know, he'll say something and she'll make this "mm-hmm" noise.  And it's really loud.  She'll even go so far as to say, "that's right" or something.  It's worse than those people that nod in agreement with the instructor.  Ugh.  I don't like it.  I don't like it one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-117037369207912811?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/117037369207912811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=117037369207912811' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/117037369207912811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/117037369207912811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-before-class.html' title='Just Before Class...'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-116956764511751564</id><published>2007-01-23T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T07:54:05.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if anyone is still checking on my blog, but those of you that are will notice that I have been absent for quite a while.  Sorry about that.  The sememster started and whisked me away to a land far, far from here.  A land of natural resource management and program evaluation.  Some of the land was scary, causing great distress, while other parts were lovely and inviting.  Actually, I was just really lazy and didn't post anything.  Not that anyone really cares.  Ok, so I am back.  New semester.  It's my last semester, theoretically.  I'll graduate in May, hopefully with a job in line, and I will not be in school anymore.  It's sad, really.  I've been in school for a long time...since I was 5 years old.  But, it is time to leave Nevernever land and grow up.  So, hopefully you'll hear about a job interview or two and then the aquisition of employment.  That would be nice, eh?  I hope you're all well and keep checking this out.  I'll do better; I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-116956764511751564?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/116956764511751564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=116956764511751564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/116956764511751564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/116956764511751564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-115708576223728766</id><published>2006-08-31T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:01:41.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was all Yellow</title><content type='html'>Hello all.  Some of you may have heard that I was recently hospitalized.  Had my gall bladder removed.  Stupid thing...really screwed me up.  Turned me yellow (now my theme song, thank you Cathy, is Yellow by Coldplay) and now I have a scar across the right side of my belly.  It's cool, though, the scar.  I'm ok, now...not to worry...not that any of you are ... as you know that I am ok.  I still have tube hanging out of me, though, which is strange.  The hole where the tube comes out is a bit sore, but nothing I can't handle, as I am a strong woman who can handle such things.  Hope you are all well.  I will post all my trials as a new semester starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-115708576223728766?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/115708576223728766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=115708576223728766' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/115708576223728766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/115708576223728766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-all-yellow.html' title='I was all Yellow'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-115014852219653943</id><published>2006-06-12T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:42:02.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Stage</title><content type='html'>I am sure there are millions of blogs that have some comment or another regarding the World Cup.  Well, I am no exception.  However, I am not going to bore any of you with why my team (England, by the way) is going to win this year.  My biggest issue with the World Cup is the coverage.  As I live in the United States, you can imagine all they human interest stories surrounding the United States National Team.  Now, if this were not enough, Brett Musburger (I know I am spelling that name wrong) is now an announcer for World Cup on ABC.  WHY WHY WHY???!!!!  Like I don't have enough problems in my life, I need that piece of crap kissing the US soccer teams' ass?!  He hardly knows anything about American football let along soccer.  Does ABC hate me?  Does ESPN not realize that their announcers have an obligation to report on ALL the teams?  It is like watching tennis when John McEnroe is announcing and an American is playing.  It doesn't matter if that American is playing Rafael Nadal on clay, John McEnroe is going to talk about how great that American is and why he should beat Nadal.  Further, I find it a little difficult to understand the announcers for World Cup when they have their lips tightly pressed to Landon Donovon's ass.  Other than that, I am enjoying the World Cup very much and am looking forward to being in England during the final two weeks.  Hopefully, England will be in the final...all the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-115014852219653943?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/115014852219653943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=115014852219653943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/115014852219653943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/115014852219653943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-stage.html' title='World Stage'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114982442118882465</id><published>2006-06-08T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:40:21.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Moms of the world, unite!</title><content type='html'>I really need to get this off my chest.  For all you hipster boys, and you know who you are, stop with the soccer mom hair-dos!!!!  You know, the backcombed, hair shell that many a young man has been sporting lately...knock it off!!!  For the love of Holy Christopher, there is so little in the world for a soccer mom to identify herself.  She is all about her family.  Her childrens' activities, her husband's immaturity...all she has that is all for her is her hair.  Her ridiculous, rat nest hair...it is all she has.  And she's damn proud of it.  So, please, I beg you, stop with the soccer mom hair, boys.  It really doesn't look that good.  Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114982442118882465?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114982442118882465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114982442118882465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114982442118882465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114982442118882465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-moms-of-world-unite.html' title='Soccer Moms of the world, unite!'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114969701622864997</id><published>2006-06-07T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:27:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5131/2555/1600/Picture%20021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5131/2555/320/Picture%20021.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me resting my eyes at a Detroit Tigers' game last summer.  I was sleepy.  It doesn't seem to matter where I am, if I am sleepy, I will fall asleep.  I've fallen asleep at Michigan football games, Michigan State football games, baseball games...I even fell asleep at a Cure concert.  Fortunately, there is always someone with me, so the chances of someone walking away with me are pretty slim.  So, to all who sit with me while I sleep, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post this picture in response to my Tigers having the best record in all of the Major Leagues.  For years, I have been telling people, "This is their year, man."  In the past, this statement was met with snorts and hearty laughs of disbelief.  And I realize it is only June, the beginning of June at that, but even the biggest skeptic has to admit that the Tigers are exceeding all expectations.  I'm very excited about their season.  Unfortunately, living in Bloomington, Indiana, I do not have access to Detroit sports, unless the game is played on a national station.  Fox Sports Detroit does not make it down here.  (I'm really glad I figured out how to post pictures.  YIPEE!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114969701622864997?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114969701622864997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114969701622864997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114969701622864997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114969701622864997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/06/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball!'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114962569942498179</id><published>2006-06-06T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:28:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, don't worry about a thing...</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.  Sorry if I have been the cause of worry for some of you.  I am fine.  Let's see...what is new with Annie?  Well, finals went ok.  I passed everything; not with flying colors, but with colors, nevertheless.  In just a few short weeks, I will be leaving for Wales and England.  There really aren't words I know to describe how very excited I am about this trip.  It won't seem real until I land in Manchester.  Nothing is going on in my life, to be honest.  Mokey is very excited that I am home most of the time.  She has to constantly be around me.  Which, on the one hand, is really very nice.  However, she has little control of her tail and she is constantly waving it in my face.  But, I love her dearly, and wouldn't have it any other way.  I may be boring many of you now.  Not everyone is as excited about my cat as I am, I realize.  Further, when you try to come up with witty words and phrases for your blog post, only to come with with zilch...well, it can really put a damper on one's willingness to post things to her blog.  That said, I will try a little harder to be more consistent with my posts.  Hope everyone is well, and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114962569942498179?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114962569942498179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114962569942498179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114962569942498179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114962569942498179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-dont-worry-about-thing.html' title='Baby, don&apos;t worry about a thing...'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114424599149134857</id><published>2006-04-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:29:45.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Confusion</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone.  I hope my lack of posts didn't worry anyone.  I am fine; I just had a busy weekend (Cathy, is that the correct use of a semicolon?).  So, I saw Coldplay in Chicago on the 31st.  At the United Center.  It's strange that Coldplay would perform in such a large arena.  The first time I saw them was at the State Theatre in Detroit.  A relatively small club.  And now, everyone and their cousin likes Coldplay and I have to sit in the third teir with people who want to sit down and drink beer and dance like middle-aged women.  It's distressing.  I'm glad for Coldplay that they're so popular.  I'm sure they are making loads of money.  Yippee skippee for them.  But, for people like me and my sister and my brother and my future sister-in-law, it's a tad on the bothersome side to be surrounded by people who talk through the whole show and don't know "Trouble" from "Yellow".  It bothers me.  However, there are more important things to worry about.  For example, I have a Public Finance exam on Thursday, which I haven't really studied for yet.  My Environmental Economics class was canceled for the day (there must be some deity out there smiling on me today!) so I will be going home at 12:30 to study until I work at 5:30 (ugh).  Other than that, all is well in the land of Bloomington.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114424599149134857?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114424599149134857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114424599149134857' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114424599149134857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114424599149134857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/04/land-of-confusion.html' title='Land of Confusion'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114369949365835097</id><published>2006-03-29T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:18:13.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Finance</title><content type='html'>Ok, y'all.  I've just finished my public finance problem set and I feel I can truly solve this country's budgeting problems.  All it takes is a little perseverence and dedication.  Oh, yes, I feel I have been given the tools to fix this great problem.  Or, I'm deliusional.  One of the two.  Mokey, my beautiful sweet angel kitty, is glad I am done now because she can sit on my lap.  She's very happy.  And so am I.  Good night to one and all.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114369949365835097?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114369949365835097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114369949365835097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114369949365835097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114369949365835097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/public-finance.html' title='Public Finance'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114357433675744293</id><published>2006-03-28T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:32:16.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School school school school school school</title><content type='html'>Ok, maybe my thing with Mr. Wizard is a bit on the lame side.  And, Kendra, I don't hate you.  Please, he's just a stupid boy.  No biggie.  Well, I am in the middle of the seventh ring of hell, also known as the middle of the spring semester.  I want to be finished.  I want the summer to come.  I WANT TO GO TO WALES TO SEE PAM AND DAVE ENTER INTO WEDDED BLISS, for Christ's sake!  I mean, come on!  By the by, visit Pam's blog to see where the lovely bride will wed her handsome groom.  Truly lovely...truly handsome...kinda barfie....just kidding!  Ok, well, I'm off to do....econ...yes more econ....maybe I'll mix in some public finance, just to go a little crazy.  Who knows what the night will bring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114357433675744293?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114357433675744293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114357433675744293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114357433675744293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114357433675744293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/school-school-school-school-school.html' title='School school school school school school'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114347029496142112</id><published>2006-03-27T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T06:38:14.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Wizard Sighting??!!!</title><content type='html'>Let me give you a little history on my relationship with Mr. Wizard.  This is not THE Mr. Wizard from television.  You know, the lovable elderly gentleman who taught children how to blow up their parents' kitchens.  No, this Mr. Wizard is a young man who frequented the Barnes and Noble bookstore and cafe in Kalamazoo (I worked there in the cafe and bookfloor from 2002 until I moved to Indiana in 2005).  Now, this young man received the nickname "Mr. Wizard" because he was always reading some sort of science book.  Be it on physics in general or a philosphy book by Karl Popper, this dude was into reading about physics, hence the Mr. Wizard nickname.  There was a period during the holiday season in 2003 (I think that's when it was) that Mr. Wizard came in to Barnes and Noble nearly everyday.  Prior to this, however, I had seen him fairly frequently in the cafe.  He'd get a cup of coffee and sit and read his physics books.  Now, I, naturally, developed a HUGE crush on this guy.  He's skinny and a little dorky looking, and I just fell in huge desperate crush with him.  So, during the 2003 holiday, when the cafe was insanely busy, he'd come in and it would be the highlight of my whole day.  Then, after the holiday, he wasn't there.  Ever.  Then, one Sunday, (it was the day after my cousing Chris's wedding) I had to be at Barnes &amp; Noble for a staff meeting.  And he was there!  Months and months had passed and no Mr. Wizard, and then he was there.  (This was in June of 2004).  So, from that day, my crush on Mr. Wizard became more pronounced, although there was no way in hell I was going to say anything to him or even initiate any contact other than his ordering coffee from me.   Then, someone I worked with developed a crush on Mr. Wizard and subsequently started dating him.  Broke my heart, let me tell you.  Then, they stopped dating I never saw him again.  Now, I have been told that he wasn't the best conversationalist.  But, I don't care.  My crush on Mr. Wizard transends through time and space.  I have an image in my head of Mr. Wizard and what he's like and I'm sticking to it.  I don't care if he's a physics dork.  So, the fact that Paul has seen Mr. Wizard makes me happy.  However, I am unhappy that I have not seen him since I can't even remember.  So, Paul, keep my dream alive.  Oh, if he only knew how I crushed after him!  I'd probably die of embarrassment if he ever found out, now that I think about it.  So, that's a long posting.  Those of you who got through it, I commend you.  Paul, if you see him again, let me know.  It will only break my heart further, but I'd like to know he's still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114347029496142112?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114347029496142112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114347029496142112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114347029496142112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114347029496142112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr-wizard-sighting.html' title='Mr. Wizard Sighting??!!!'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114326006153281336</id><published>2006-03-24T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:14:21.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S POLKA TIME!!</title><content type='html'>I'm at my friend Scott's house posting a blog.  Read El Bloggo de Julie.  It's really good (she's my friend Julie from school.  she's super rad).  If I'm posting on my blog, can you imagine how much fun this party is?  But the conversation isn't about me, so I could really care less about talking to anyone else.  Just kidding.  I'm just a little obsessed about my blog.  Three bottles of beer are currently on the wall.  More beers will be coming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114326006153281336?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114326006153281336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114326006153281336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114326006153281336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114326006153281336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-polka-time.html' title='IT&apos;S POLKA TIME!!'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114325278085662176</id><published>2006-03-24T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:13:00.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, my stats homework is done...my econ is turned in and now it is time to go and relax with my friends.  Ahhhh...great times will be had by all...well, hopefully me, at least.  I think everyone needs to check out the blogs I have on my links section.  Pam's is quite lovely.  Paul's is full of wonderful insight.  If anyone is just stumbling on my blog, just rest assured that my life is not as boring as it sounds.  It's damn close, but not quite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114325278085662176?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114325278085662176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114325278085662176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114325278085662176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114325278085662176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/homework-rip.html' title='Homework R.I.P.'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114322896739593127</id><published>2006-03-24T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:36:07.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Econ is my main squeeze</title><content type='html'>Ok, now it time for stats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114322896739593127?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114322896739593127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114322896739593127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114322896739593127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114322896739593127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/econ-is-my-main-squeeze.html' title='Econ is my main squeeze'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114319025631080818</id><published>2006-03-24T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:50:56.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see the promise land...</title><content type='html'>Well, it is finished.  I have done as much economics as I can do.  It is 3:47 in the morning and there is nothing like doing environmental economics at this time of the day to really make you reevaluate your life.  Is this really what I want to do with my life?  Is this the path that I should have chosen?  Ok, enough introspective crap.  MY EXAM IS FINISHED to the best of my ability.  The rest is in God's hands, now.  (and i didn't get the drama award in high school...can you believe it?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114319025631080818?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114319025631080818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114319025631080818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114319025631080818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114319025631080818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-can-see-promise-land.html' title='I can see the promise land...'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114315648387700730</id><published>2006-03-23T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:28:03.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Venture Into Dorkdum</title><content type='html'>Howdy.  Ok...second posting.  I'm in the middle of doing my economics midterm.  It is making me sick.  I mean, I get so nervous about econ.  I'm not sure why...I'm not an economics major.  It's just something I have to do.  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my day was uneventful.  Went to class...came home...did some econ...now i'm wasting time on my blog.  Hopefully, I won't be the only one wasting time on my blog.  Well, I really need to get back to my homework.  I'm feel anxious about it.  Oh...it makes my heart tense.  I hate econ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't have to do econ, thank your lucky stars.  Although, life could be worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114315648387700730?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114315648387700730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114315648387700730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114315648387700730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114315648387700730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-venture-into-dorkdum.html' title='My Venture Into Dorkdum'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624484.post-114315535136914151</id><published>2006-03-23T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:09:11.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Posting....drum roll please!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  This is my first posting to a blog that belongs to me.  Crazy.  I'm turning into a dork...or...I don't want to do my homework.  Let me know what you think thus far!&lt;br /&gt;Anne-Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24624484-114315535136914151?l=annie826.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/feeds/114315535136914151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24624484&amp;postID=114315535136914151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114315535136914151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24624484/posts/default/114315535136914151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie826.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-postingdrum-roll-please.html' title='My First Posting....drum roll please!'/><author><name>Anne-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17991099371391343282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
