<?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-8004443623561310003</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:15:50.176-05:00</updated><category term='Energy'/><category term='Baltimore'/><category term='Grady'/><category term='Nuclear Reactor'/><category term='Solar Decathlon'/><category term='New Year&apos;s'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='TESSE'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Comps'/><category term='schnoodles'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='THON'/><category term='5K'/><category term='Etsy'/><category term='Sharon Jones and The Dap-Kings'/><category term='bananas'/><category term='Rome'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='ACS'/><category term='San Francisco'/><category term='Fun with Voice Memos'/><category term='PhD'/><category term='Riggies'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Nittany Valley Symphony'/><category term='race'/><category term='Dinosaur'/><category term='GSA'/><title type='text'>All of My Purple Life</title><subtitle type='html'>...for the love of Prince, purple and gold, and everything in between...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-2607050785289419370</id><published>2010-07-26T16:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:49:01.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway!</title><content type='html'>We had our 20 week ultrasound this week, and it was amazing! &amp;nbsp;This actually wasn't my first ultrasound (we had one to confirm the pregnancy and then another a few days later to determine gestational age both resulting in photos of tiny blobs that didn't really resemble anything but ...well tiny blobs), but it was the first ultrasound where you can see that a little baby is definitely taking shape (with the cutest lips and nose!). &amp;nbsp;Here I post a few photos from the different ulstrasounds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/TE38cvzto9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/vWw2Wc2TiXo/s1600/BabyB1_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/TE38cvzto9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/vWw2Wc2TiXo/s320/BabyB1_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st UltraSound from April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;(determined to be about 6 weeks along)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/TE38inEvLnI/AAAAAAAAAag/-bl8EKRx1sw/s1600/BabyB6_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/TE38inEvLnI/AAAAAAAAAag/-bl8EKRx1sw/s320/BabyB6_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd UltraSound from July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;(about 20 weeks along)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'll have to go back for another ultrasound at my next appointment, because the technician wasn't able to determine something specific about the heart - nothing to worry about yet...Baby B was just too wiggly to get a good look at that. &amp;nbsp;Even though I'm sure my insurance won't cover the next ultrasound, I'm happy to have another look at the babe in a few weeks! &amp;nbsp;It was so fun to see it moving around. &amp;nbsp;That reminds me, I've also been starting to feel movement! &amp;nbsp;I first noticed it last Saturday when I was driving. &amp;nbsp;I felt this little jab below my belly button - and that's pretty much where I've been feeling it since. &amp;nbsp;During the ultrasound, we could see baby's feet, arms and legs moving around, and every now and then I'd feel one of the movements while actually seeing it - so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, we could find out the gender (i.e., an educated guess of the gender), but we decided not to. &amp;nbsp;I was content not finding out the gender until the birth, that is until my husband reminded me that I don't like surprises...and ever since he said that, I've wanted to know(!!). &amp;nbsp;Of course, he's teasing me - but I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; the type of person that likes to skip to the back of a book just to see what happens (I'll still read everything in between!). &amp;nbsp;However, I've been pretty good about not skipping ahead with the last few books I've read...so, I should be OK not knowing Baby B's gender. Apparently it is written down in our chart, though - if I could just get my hands on that...! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until the last ultrasound, my guess is that we're having a girl. &amp;nbsp;We already have a boys name picked out, and I have many MANY girls names picked out that I keep running by Brandon. &amp;nbsp;So far, he likes only one of them - haha just one! &amp;nbsp;But, it's my favorite of the bunch so that's good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;a href="http://theworldofallthingsmel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. C's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(teehee!)&amp;nbsp;suggestion, I've also obtained and started writing in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Belly-Book-Nine-Month-Journal-Growing/dp/0307336182"&gt;"The Belly Book"&lt;/a&gt; to chronicle how the pregnancy is going. &amp;nbsp;I've only gotten to spend a few hours actually writing in it, but I can tell that I'm really going to have a blast writing and putting photos in it throughout the rest of the pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-2607050785289419370?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2607050785289419370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/halfway.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2607050785289419370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2607050785289419370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/halfway.html' title='Halfway!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/TE38cvzto9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/vWw2Wc2TiXo/s72-c/BabyB1_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-2635271625556649153</id><published>2010-07-19T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T09:02:41.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Angry</title><content type='html'>I ended last week fairly angry and disappointed - disappointed in myself but mostly angry at my previous research advisor (my MS advisor). &amp;nbsp;I was randomly glancing through literature related to my MS thesis and came across a recent paper that she had co-written with a new student of hers. &amp;nbsp;What mostly caught my eye was the title of the paper - with the exception of one word change (albeit an important one) it was word for word the same title as my MS thesis. &amp;nbsp;Not that it was such a great title (I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; vain), but it was certainly a unique one and very much completely taken from my thesis. &amp;nbsp;Upon further inspection of the paper, I became annoyed to discover that this paper was pretty much my thesis transformed into a journal article with the only change being the samples studied. &amp;nbsp;Again, not something to really get someone angry - after all, most research people do is based on others previous work (you gotta start somewhere, right?). &amp;nbsp;The reason I'm so angry with her is the fact that she did not even cite my thesis or my previous ACS preprint publication (nor did she acknowledge me in any way). &amp;nbsp;I understand that a thesis and preprint publication don't hold as much weight as a full fledged journal article, but they are &lt;i&gt;in fact&lt;/i&gt; published works and they deserve to be cited. &amp;nbsp;...Especially since the entire work of this student was based on my previous work - all of the small details, procedures, obscure references, and even the particular labeling of the figures(!) included within the paper are verbatim (&lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt;) from my thesis - again, they are using different data but it's obvious that the ideas for the figures and the procedures are from my thesis (and NOT the paper she cites in the journal article). &amp;nbsp;Perhaps, I'm overreacting to the situation - I am fairly sensitive about certain situations that others would just shrug off - but I'm still feeling angry toward her so I'm rolling with that and hoping writing about it will help me not be so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listen to my "angry playlist" (songs compiled for the occasions when I'd like to kick the wall and/or shout obscenities while shaking my fist at some unknown being in the sky), I'm feeling bitter and starting to feel some sarcasm creeping up within me. &amp;nbsp;I did email her about the situation, but I did not disclose my anger yet. &amp;nbsp;I will tell her what she did was wrong, even if it was just a small instance of wrongness, for I know if the situation was reversed she would react much stronger and much harsher - and she wouldn't think twice about it. &amp;nbsp;I'm disappointed that I never published a legitimate journal article for my MS thesis, so I'll have to sit with that, but I'm most disappointed that she's getting ahead based on my work and I'm not getting the credit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure where I'll end up after I graduate - whether I do a postdoc or go into industry, eventually I would like to teach at a college and be someone's research advisor. &amp;nbsp;With that, I guarantee that I will not abandon my students nor will I copy their work without acknowledging or citing them. &amp;nbsp;When you're depending on students or employees (somewhat) to get the work done to advance your career, you can't ignore the students/employees that helped you get there. &amp;nbsp;I'm not saying my MS work was award winning, but it was special and unique to me (and only me). &amp;nbsp;I based my MS work on various literature sources that I compiled and digested, which helped me (without much help from said research advisor) design a plan and procedure for my MS thesis. &amp;nbsp;Of course, I dropped the ball on getting a journal article published and that's no one's fault but my own. &amp;nbsp;However,&amp;nbsp;I designed the experiments featured in this journal article, and neither she or her student deserves the credit of their name and school on that publication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-2635271625556649153?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2635271625556649153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-angry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2635271625556649153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2635271625556649153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-angry.html' title='Still Angry'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-9136587048120815272</id><published>2010-06-28T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:14:00.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months later...</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 months (to the day) since my last post and, as usual when that much time has passed, there are a few updates to report if I haven't told you already. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, and most fun, I am pregnant! &amp;nbsp;I was first tuned into the possibility that I might be pregnant after a dentist visit on Tuesday, March 30. &amp;nbsp;It was the first time I was seeing someone at this practice, so I had to fill out the usual routine questionnaires that addressed any concerns or expectations I had about my dental health. I mentioned on my questionnaire that I was having a metal taste in my mouth. &amp;nbsp;When the dental assistant asked me more about this and offered her suggestions about what it meant, I joked with her (not seriously at all) about it possibly being some weird way to indicate I was pregnant (thinking it was an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_wives'_tale"&gt;old wives' tale&lt;/a&gt; kinda thing that wasn't really true). &amp;nbsp;She then explained that the metal taste could &lt;i&gt;certainly&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;indicate that I might be pregnant. &amp;nbsp;We discussed some more (as I was secretly freaking out inside my mind), and she told me that with all three of her children she had a broccoli taste in her mouth (it was such a strong taste that even her hubby would notice...and still proceeds to freak out every time she comes home smelling like broccoli). &amp;nbsp;We decided to hold off on X-rays for the day until I knew for sure, which was fine because I had to return in a few days to get fitted for a mouth guard and have a cavity re-filled. &amp;nbsp;I was very grateful that the dental assistant was so sensitive and alerted by that questionnaire - they do read them!! (side note: I was not, however, happy with the wack and insensitive dentist that re-filled my old cavity b/c he did a very poor job "fixing" my filling (among other poor things)...such a poor (and very painful) job that he almost caused me to need a root canal! &amp;nbsp;thankfully, a different (and most fantastic dentist!) fixed the wacko's work and I do not need the root canal.) &amp;nbsp;After this initial dentist visit, of course I went to the store and got a home pregnancy test. &amp;nbsp;I got the one that would show two + + if you were pregnant - easy to read, right? &amp;nbsp;I now understand that commercial that says "one in four women will misread a home pregnancy test", because I could not tell from that first test if it was positive or negative...the + was too light in color to really decipher whether it was + or&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;– (most frustrating!). &amp;nbsp;So I took another - and again, too light to tell! &amp;nbsp;I decided to wait until the morning to test again, but &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; it was so light that I could have been willing it to read +. &amp;nbsp;So...I told myself that I would wait until Friday to test again. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, it was all I could think about the rest of the week. &amp;nbsp;When I finally was ready to take it again, I had to buy more tests because I had used all the ones in the first box. &amp;nbsp;So going on 4 tests now, I tested one more time - although, it was still light in color, I was sure it read + +. &amp;nbsp;Still, I had to check again in the afternoon (test #5!)...you know, just to be sure...and it was still + +. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't told Brandon at all about what was secretly going on in my wild brain since my dentist visit - I just wanted to be extra sure before I told him, I guess. &amp;nbsp;So, I finally told him that Friday afternoon by showing him one (just one!) of the tests and telling him that it meant "we're pregnant!", and he looked very surprised and said "wow!" &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;We were certainly surprised by this, but very happy. &amp;nbsp;Currently, I'm about 16.5 weeks along and the baby is the size of a turnip. &amp;nbsp;We have had a handful of OB visits during which the last one we could hear the baby's heartbeat and hear it moving around inside. &amp;nbsp;It's all very surreal but we're so excited! &amp;nbsp;I have not had cravings just yet, but I do have a thing for potatoes of any sort (mostly mashed and especially fries). &amp;nbsp;I am happy as long as I have a potato at some point during the week. &amp;nbsp;Also...at some 10 minute interval every night from 2-3am without fail, I am awake and chowing down on something. &amp;nbsp;Usually my late-night snack consists of oatmeal or handfuls of &lt;a href="http://www.oceanspray.com/products/craisins.aspx"&gt;craisins&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure if waking up hungry means I'm not eating enough throughout the day, but I'm trying to eat more each day. I have noticed that my appetite has actually increased a lot in the last week, but I'm still finding it difficult to eat enough throughout the day. &amp;nbsp;And, sometimes I have to stop myself from eating too much at one time (which I did not do last week when I consumed an entire pizza in one sitting...it was thin-crust, though!). &amp;nbsp;I have also started eating carrots, which I once thought I abhorred. &amp;nbsp;Now, I eat them every day and they are delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Second, I have two(!) students doing work for me this summer. &amp;nbsp;They are doing experiments in the lab, so I don't have to be there. &amp;nbsp;I spent my first few weeks with them, just showing them what I do and then I would shadow them. &amp;nbsp;They are certainly clumsy at times, but they are learning and I can tell that they are improving. &amp;nbsp;I'm still working on trying to get them &amp;nbsp;in the lab on a consistent schedule, but so far I think they are working out very well. &amp;nbsp;They are accomplishing double the work that I could have done each week, and I'm not even sure how I could have done half of it. &amp;nbsp;Even though it was very difficult to relinquish control of some of my experiments, I realized that it would be so helpful to me in regards to what I could accomplish this summer along with just having the experience in managing others. &amp;nbsp;Other people have told me "I would never trust my experiments to someone else", and I used to think that way, too. &amp;nbsp;But, eventually, I guess I approached this thinking that if I want to work in research or work at all really...I will have to trust that people can get the job done. &amp;nbsp;I cannot do everything myself, even though I would LOVE to have my hand in everything. &amp;nbsp;It's just not possible! &amp;nbsp;I believe that I took the time to teach them how to be courteous and safe in the lab, and I do check on them from time to time. &amp;nbsp;I still have to correct some of the things they do in the lab (e.g., keep your safety glasses on!!!), but they seem to be thriving well on their own in the lab. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Third, I'm having a baby! &amp;nbsp;Did I say that already? &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;I'm going to end this post now as it's fairly lengthy already. &amp;nbsp;I have some other updates, but I'll fill you in on them soon enough I'm sure. &amp;nbsp;have a super week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-9136587048120815272?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/9136587048120815272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-months-later.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/9136587048120815272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/9136587048120815272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-months-later.html' title='3 months later...'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-2572004904259359578</id><published>2010-03-28T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:18:41.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baltimore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TESSE'/><title type='text'>Recent Travels:  GSA in Baltimore and ACS in San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Just quick post to say that I had successful visits to both Baltimore, MD, and San Francisco, CA, for two different conferences: &amp;nbsp;the &lt;a href="http://www.geosociety.org/sectdiv/northe/2010mtg/index.htm"&gt;Geological Society of America Northeastern/Southeastern Joint Sectional Meeting&amp;nbsp;(GSA)&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://portal.acs.org:80/portal/acs/corg/content?_nfpb=true&amp;amp;_pageLabel=PP_TRANSITIONMAIN&amp;amp;node_id=2060&amp;amp;use_sec=false&amp;amp;sec_url_var=region1&amp;amp;__uuid=4317642b-d4d4-4d31-9c0f-e29f307a54a7"&gt;American Chemical Society&amp;nbsp;(ACS)&lt;/a&gt;, respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the GSA meeting in Baltimore, MD, I presented a &lt;a href="http://gsa.confex.com/gsa/2010NE/finalprogram/abstract_169169.htm"&gt;poster on a 6-day coal unit&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://gsa.confex.com/gsa/2010NE/finalprogram/abstract_169154.htm"&gt;presentation on an activity for the rock cycle&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that were both developed for my &lt;a href="http://www.nsf.gov/"&gt;NSF&lt;/a&gt; funded &lt;a href="http://www.personal.psu.edu/uxg3/blogs/pennstatetesse/"&gt;TESSE Fellowship&lt;/a&gt; (with the help of other TESSE Fellows) for use in K-12th grade classrooms. &amp;nbsp;The poster session I attended was fantastic! &amp;nbsp;I have &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; blabbed like that to so many people during a 2-hour poster session...actually, I don't think many people &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; stop to look at my poster, so this was a great surprise. &amp;nbsp;I spoke with the young crowd (aka the undergrad students) and several grad students and professors. &amp;nbsp;With each group of people, I found myself not feeling so stressed when talking to them (I can usually only manage "yes" or "no" around people...but I have to say that I'm actually getting more comfortable in face-to-face talking). &amp;nbsp;They all really seemed to enjoy the Coal poster (who wouldn't love it? &amp;nbsp;it's about coal!). &amp;nbsp;They were all so easy to talk to, and they were even willing to share their own lessons and experiences in teaching, which are always fun to hear about. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure that I also encouraged everyone that I talked with to publish their lessons in a geology or education journal. &amp;nbsp;A lot of them seemed so surprised that their lessons would be publication worthy, but their lessons were &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; impressive that everyone should know about them (and I told them that). &amp;nbsp;They seemed inspired (maybe I'm being silly)...I hope they do publish, though! &amp;nbsp;My presentation on a "Choose Your Own Adventure" activity for the Rock Cycle was also a success. &amp;nbsp;In fact, the entire session on &lt;a href="http://gsa.confex.com/gsa/2010NE/finalprogram/session_25602.htm"&gt;Innovations in Teaching Earth System Science for the K-12 Classroom&lt;/a&gt; was a success. &amp;nbsp;Several of the teachers involved with TESSE also came to speak, and they did a fantastic job! &amp;nbsp;They were all so nervous to speak (I was surprised by this...they're teachers after all!), but they had great presentations and they got some great feedback. &amp;nbsp;If you like, you can see some of their papers (and my recent co-authored papers!) in the Winter Issue of &lt;a href="http://www.nestanet.org/cms/content/publications/tes"&gt;The Earth Scientist&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;You can also check out these and other activities from our &lt;a href="http://www.personal.psu.edu/uxg3/blogs/tessedissemination/"&gt;TESSE dissemination blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit to San Francisco, CA, was wonderful, too! &amp;nbsp;I was traveling there to serve as one of two graduate students on the Executive Board Council of the &lt;a href="http://www.anl.gov/PCS/acsfuel/"&gt;Fuel Chemistry Division&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We were selected to come to the Spring and Fall 2010 National Meetings with the specific task of brainstorming (and implementing) different activities or ways to include more students (particularly women and underrepresented). &amp;nbsp;We got to sit in on several meetings and eat at some fabulous restaurants (it's usually about the food, right?). &amp;nbsp;Every morning I grabbed coffee (perfectly strong) and breakfast (you could choose from a variety of croissants, wraps, and other delicious baked goods made fresh daily by the students at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sfbi.com/index.html"&gt;San Francisco's own Baking Institute&lt;/a&gt;) from the &lt;a href="http://www.gourmet-coffee.com/organic-coffee-company/"&gt;Organic Coffee Company&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I also had the pleasure of witnessing a sensation in frozen yogurt that is called &lt;a href="http://www.icebeeyogurt.com/"&gt;IceBee&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Just imagine filling a nicely sized tub of any variety of frozen yogurt your heart desires including all the toppings you want (all for $0.43/oz)...AMAZING! &amp;nbsp;However, I've been told by a very reliable source with ties to Oklahoma that &lt;a href="http://www.passionberri.com/"&gt;Passion Berri&lt;/a&gt; beats IceBee any day...I will certainly book a flight to Oklahoma just to find out. &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed a tasty steak from &lt;a href="http://www.onemarket.com/larkcreek/larkcreek_steak/index.html"&gt;Lark Creek Steak&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;along with some seriously killer desserts: &amp;nbsp;mini red velvet whoopie pies (I affectionally dub them Orbs here in PA) and butterscotch pudding (see photos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6--9nvNvbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/teaiTEud_Bo/s200/IMG_3266.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6-_LMNXgZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/l6NlPVMeLkY/s1600/IMG_3265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6-_LMNXgZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/l6NlPVMeLkY/s200/IMG_3265.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some FANTASTIC French Vietnamese food from &lt;a href="http://www.lecolonialsf.com/home_frame.html"&gt;Le Colional&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Everything was served family style so you could try several different foods. &amp;nbsp;I would make a trip back to San Francisco just to go there again...amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we also got to attend some great talks AND see the city (see photos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6_DwlZlotI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5hsvXZmVdck/s1600/IMG_3267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6_DwlZlotI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5hsvXZmVdck/s200/IMG_3267.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6_D4o0FT-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/i5oPDRA4Vss/s1600/IMG_3271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6_D4o0FT-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/i5oPDRA4Vss/s200/IMG_3271.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6_D73lj8RI/AAAAAAAAAYA/SCNrHVIwIHc/s1600/IMG_3273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6_D73lj8RI/AAAAAAAAAYA/SCNrHVIwIHc/s200/IMG_3273.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6_EFqBQcAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VkqBKW4ESFg/s1600/IMG_3292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6_EFqBQcAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VkqBKW4ESFg/s200/IMG_3292.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We also attended the &lt;a href="http://www.cuesa.org/markets/"&gt;Ferry Plaza Farmers' Market&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(organized by &lt;a href="http://www.cuesa.org/index.php"&gt;CUESA - Center for Urban Education about Sustainable Agriculture&lt;/a&gt;) near the bay, which I managed NOT to take any pictures of! &amp;nbsp;I did get some delicious carrot soup, strawberries and chocolate almond bark there, though...DELICIOUS! &amp;nbsp;The market is every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. &amp;nbsp;You should definitely try to attend it if you are in San Francisco during those days of the week! &amp;nbsp;I really only got one morning to do some sight-seeing, so I definitely would like to plan another visit there with Brandon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm done traveling for a little while...it's fun, but soooo tiring. &amp;nbsp;I love conferences, too, because they get me fired up again about my research. &amp;nbsp;I definitely need to spend some time in the lab, so these conferences were just what I needed to get a fire lit under my butt, again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-2572004904259359578?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2572004904259359578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-travels-gsa-in-baltimore-and-acs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2572004904259359578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2572004904259359578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-travels-gsa-in-baltimore-and-acs.html' title='Recent Travels:  GSA in Baltimore and ACS in San Francisco'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S6--9nvNvbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/teaiTEud_Bo/s72-c/IMG_3266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-2289729093855480135</id><published>2010-03-18T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:59:27.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Recent Email (from a Previous "Mentor")</title><content type='html'>I recently received an email from a previous "mentor" of mine. &amp;nbsp;Let's call him "Harry". &amp;nbsp;I have mentor in quotes, because I'm not sure how much of a mentor Harry truly was (as I reflect on his interaction with me many years ago). &amp;nbsp;I worked under his supervision for one year as an intern&amp;nbsp;after graduating from college. &amp;nbsp;I was not the only intern working for him, but I was the only female. &amp;nbsp;And, my male intern friends alluded to Harry generally having a thing for the younger, female interns. With this information (whether it was true or not), I kept my distance from Harry. &amp;nbsp;I remember him taking me out to lunch after a few months of me being there (and the male interns, of course, warning me), and I was freaked out the entire time. &amp;nbsp;I remember ordering a salad (I never order just a salad), because I was so nervous that he was going to make some move on me. &amp;nbsp;But, in the end - he was a really nice guy. &amp;nbsp;In fact, Harry talked the entire lunch about his new wife and their new life together. &amp;nbsp;And, I talked about my boyfriend at the time (yup, still Brandon!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this lunch meeting, it was definitely easier to be around Harry. &amp;nbsp;I didn't feel so uptight, and I was not freaked out about him whenever I had to meet with him. &amp;nbsp;However, near the end of my time working under his supervision (the last couple months), I did start to notice him complimenting me...not on my work so much, but on my clothes. &amp;nbsp;At the time, it was flattering - what young, naive and self conscience girl wouldn't like that? &amp;nbsp;Clearly, and idiotically, I was still a girl then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of this internship (through different experiences with it), I decided to attend grad school. &amp;nbsp;With my time as an intern under his supervision being terminal, I would like to say that I ignored his compliments but I honestly can't remember...I think, I subconsciously liked them. &amp;nbsp;I was definitely excited to move on, and I figured I probably wouldn't see him much after that. &amp;nbsp;But, stupidly, even after starting grad school, I still kept in touch with him. &amp;nbsp;We would meet for lunch maybe once a semester just to catch up. &amp;nbsp;We would chat about my experience in grad school thus far, and how it was going with Brandon. &amp;nbsp;He would offer advice on his previous grad school (and other) experiences, and update me on his house and wife. &amp;nbsp;Harry would still compliment me on my clothes or whatever, and I would swiftly deflect it and gear the conversation toward something else. &amp;nbsp;I even remember him saying something to me like "If I was 10 years younger, &amp;nbsp;you would be just my type". &amp;nbsp;Ick to the max!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that I was probably only encouraging him by not addressing these comments, but I really didn't know how to address them. &amp;nbsp;I felt like they were inappropriate, and they certainly made me uncomfortable...but, everything else about our conversations was fine. &amp;nbsp;He had perspective on worldly concepts that I hadn't grasped yet, and it was just interesting to discuss these different topics. &amp;nbsp;So, even though he made me uncomfortable 2% of the time, I would still see him for lunch a few times a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw Harry was approximately 2 years ago soon after I got married to Brandon (Sept 2007 to be more exact...I just checked my archived emails). &amp;nbsp;We had lunch as usual, but near the end of the lunch (as we were waiting for the check) he said something completely wild and inappropriate to me - something about a recent dream he had about me and him driving along the coast in California, and then he indirectly stated why we were together in his dream (and it wasn't to chat!). &amp;nbsp;I remember being completely repulsed (shocked that he would actually say something like that &lt;i&gt;out loud&lt;/i&gt; to me), and I wanted to get as far away from him as fast as I could. I'm so non-confrontational, though, that I just stumbled my way out of the conversation...again, trying to deflect what he said. &amp;nbsp;I told this to Brandon, and we both decided that I shouldn't be in contact with Harry again. &amp;nbsp;Brandon already didn't like that I still had lunch with Harry, because he knew about the previous inappropriate statements. And, this incident was not a surprise to Brandon (to say the least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was 2 years ago. &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;did get a Christmas card from Harry and his wife that year, but I threw it away. &amp;nbsp;And, I haven't heard from him or tried to think about him since. &amp;nbsp;A couple days ago, he sends me an email saying that he's "been thinking about (me)", because there is a new movie version of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://clash-of-the-titans.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Clash of the Titans&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;coming out (this is a&amp;nbsp;remake of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clash_of_the_Titans_(1981_film)"&gt;1981 version&lt;/a&gt; we had once shared an interest in). &amp;nbsp;Of course, he follows this opening statement with hopes of getting together for lunch sometime soon. &amp;nbsp;I am shocked to hear from him after so much time has passed and after what he said to me during our last meeting. &amp;nbsp;I have not responded, and I don't think that I will. &amp;nbsp;I say that I might not respond, because I feel bad just ignoring his email - I could at least give him some kind of response, even if it is to give an excuse like "I'm too busy to meet" on why I can't meet him for lunch (why I don't want to meet him, really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple days, I thought a lot about my relationship with Harry up until two years ago. &amp;nbsp;I thought he was a good guy/mentor - as I said, he had perspective on things that I just hadn't experienced yet. &amp;nbsp;And, I would have even called him a friend. &amp;nbsp;But, I'm so mad at myself and embarrassed that I fell for his compliments (that I even subconsciously&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;liked&lt;/i&gt; them makes me sick). &amp;nbsp;I know that I shouldn't be hard on myself at all about this situation, because I'm pretty sure he was NOT being a good mentor (taking emotional advantage of my weaknesses). &amp;nbsp;But, it really does make me understand how much I have grown up since seeing him last &amp;nbsp;(maybe I'm just more experienced overall or I'm actually seeing the dirty side of the real world). &amp;nbsp;I can't say for sure that my reaction would be any different than it was 2 years ago - e.g., I can't see myself yelling at Harry or correcting him, but who knows...I might surprise myself. &amp;nbsp;After all, I did have a very public and emotionally charged argument with a professor last school year (save for another post) that was purely academic (and ego/honor) related. &amp;nbsp;I never would have thought that I could get so angry with someone and actually TELL them (especially a professor), but it was completely right at the time (while also embarrassing...think verbal diarrhea). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, in regards to that situation with the professor, I have learned to actually "say something" when it bothers me...maybe I should be more eloquent when saying it, but I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; speak up. &amp;nbsp;I didn't say anything to Harry when he bothered me or made me feel uncomfortable, and I'm still not sure that I can or want to. &amp;nbsp;I think, for now, that I'm content not having any contact with Harry. &amp;nbsp;I also still haven't resolved my issue with the professor :) but he certainly KNOWS how I feel about him and his ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-2289729093855480135?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2289729093855480135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-email-from-previous-mentor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2289729093855480135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2289729093855480135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-email-from-previous-mentor.html' title='A Recent Email (from a Previous &quot;Mentor&quot;)'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-3150548824618591166</id><published>2010-03-07T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:16:37.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving 101 (with a Manual Transmission)...Again</title><content type='html'>A few years ago (circa fall 2001) my boyfriend (now my hubby), Brandon, sincerely and patiently taught me how to drive his car that had a manual transmission. &amp;nbsp;We mostly practiced "stop and go" in his apartment complex's parking lot with a huge focus on the "go". &amp;nbsp;I'm sure we had a few practice sessions (maybe two?) before I was "comfortable" driving on an actual road with (gasp!) traffic. &amp;nbsp;My last memory of driving his car was after one of our blue &amp;amp; white cross country meets (side note: &amp;nbsp;These meets are similar to the blue &amp;amp; white inter squad PSU football game that happens in the spring, except this was the PSU women's cross country team obviously. &amp;nbsp;I was on the white team that year, not that it matters). &amp;nbsp;I remember screeching out of the parking lot (my trademark getaway) and nearly hitting someone from my team - good times, right? &amp;nbsp;eeek! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually getting OK at driving his car (at least I remember it that way...no tires squealing or pedestrian lives in danger), and then for some reason I just stopped driving his car. &amp;nbsp;Now that I think more about it, though, that same year was when the September 11 attacks occurred leading to the activation of multiple National Guard Units across the nation - including Brandon's local Air National Guard unit. &amp;nbsp;Within a couple weeks of the attacks, he had swiftly withdrawn from PSU and was then stationed in Rome, NY, at NEADS (now &lt;a href="http://www.eads.ang.af.mil/"&gt;EADS&lt;/a&gt;) for what turned out to be two years. &amp;nbsp;I stayed at PSU during that time (and pretty much up until now)...lived a lot, learned a little...and eventually here we are in 2010. &amp;nbsp;And, sadly, I never drove his car again....until today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years, literally, Brandon and I joked about me driving his car and how I always had a lame excuse. &amp;nbsp;Some examples of our brief conversations: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bran: &amp;nbsp;"you wanna drive?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;"oh, I can't. &amp;nbsp;I'm wearing heels" or&amp;nbsp;"I can't. I just showered" or "Nope. I broke my ankle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you get it...lame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes, I had my first practice session since 2001 today. &amp;nbsp;I was inspired to learn again, after reading Miss Melly's gals guide blog (see here: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.galsguide.com/car-corner/"&gt;Gals Guide&lt;/a&gt;). &amp;nbsp;I honestly did want to drive his car all these years, but I was truly uncomfortable with the thought of not really being in control of the car since I was so out of practice. &amp;nbsp;Reading Melly's blog, though, got me thinking that it's silly that I don't know how to drive a manual transmission. &amp;nbsp;I know how to change wiper blades (seriously cake!) and perform other deceivingly easy tasks, I should know how to drive a car with a manual transmission! &amp;nbsp;Therefore, &amp;nbsp;I will be spending some quality time with Brandon to re-learn how to drive a car with a manual transmission. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only had an hour or so to practice today, but I feel some of it coming back to me. &amp;nbsp;I must say, I remember from before and I am realizing again today - Brandon's pretty damn patient (lucky me!). &amp;nbsp;Even with all the jerky, screeching and stalling moments, he still smiles at me and encourages me to keep trying. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-3150548824618591166?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3150548824618591166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/driving-101-with-manual.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/3150548824618591166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/3150548824618591166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/driving-101-with-manual.html' title='Driving 101 (with a Manual Transmission)...Again'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-2273889241225334984</id><published>2010-01-25T10:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:23:37.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nittany Valley Symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Jones and The Dap-Kings'/><title type='text'>Sharon Jones &amp; The Dap-Kings(!) and Nittany Valley Symphony</title><content type='html'>While I did not accomplish anything related to my work over the past weekend, I did have a fantastic time attending two very different concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday eve, I attended a show featuring &lt;a href="http://www.daptonerecords.com/sharonjonesandthedapkings.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharon Jones &amp;amp; The Dap-Kings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at &lt;a href="http://www.thestatetheatre.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The State Theatre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;here in State College, PA. &amp;nbsp;If you have never heard of her and her band, then you are seriously missing out! &amp;nbsp;Hubby and I got the chance to see her over the summer during our travels to Oregon (see: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-west-for-bit.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Out West for a Bit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). &amp;nbsp;I would say that she is the equivalent to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Brown"&gt;&lt;b&gt;James Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; regarding her energy, funky sound and soul, but she is just as dynamic, classy and polished as I would imagine &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tina_Turner"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina Turner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is live...even though at 4'8" her legs aren't quite as long as Tina's. &amp;nbsp;I first heard of the amazing&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sharon_Jones_(singer)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Sharon Jones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during my early days of &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pandora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;circa 2004 thanks to Grad School - on a side note: &amp;nbsp;all hail to &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pandora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for helping me discover some really awesome music! &amp;nbsp;You've probably unknowingly heard her band, though, on &lt;a href="http://www.amywinehouse.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amy Winehouse's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Back_to_Black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Back to Black" album&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which (I'm just gonna say it) is all about the Dap-Kings' contribution...they KILL on that record. &amp;nbsp;Winehouse has on OK voice (in my opinion), but it's the music (aka the Dap-Kings contribution) that is more memorable to me. &amp;nbsp;Of course, Winehouse wrote the music (I think?) so I suppose she KILLS, too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show, hubby and I had dinner at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiapavilion.net/"&gt;India Pavilion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(yummy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2009/03/dinner-tonight-channa-masala-recipe.html"&gt;Chana Masala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; for me!) with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;one of my former roomies and her hubby who were also attending the show with us. &amp;nbsp;I have a little crush on Ms. Jones, so I bought the tickets for the show literally seconds after they went on sale. &amp;nbsp;With that, I was able to score front row "seats". &amp;nbsp;I say "seats" because I really didn't expect to be sitting the entire show, and I was correct. &amp;nbsp;DJ Roman Oakwood from local station &lt;a href="http://thelion.fm/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lion @ 90.7FM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;"warmed us up" with his enthusiasm and funky spins...totally fun and appreciative guy. &amp;nbsp;Then soon after, the Dap-Kings came out and got us on our feet (after some initial uncomfortable eye contact associated with being so close to them) to introduce Ms. Jones. &amp;nbsp;The whole show was so entertaining - she's pulling people up and performing her ass off! &amp;nbsp;Two lucky ladies - me and my former roomie(!) - also got pulled onstage during "My Man is a Mean Man". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S13EElXqepI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bEUhgkIb_JA/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S13EElXqepI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bEUhgkIb_JA/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, that's US! &amp;nbsp;(thanks to hubby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced a bit, introduced ourselves, and then "shimmied" off the stage. &amp;nbsp;It was so fun! &amp;nbsp;Of course, she has to end the show at some point, but (of course) there was an Encore. &amp;nbsp;She performed "Answer Me" and also told us about enduring some of the criticism that she faced when trying to get signed - e.g., too black, too fat, and too old (she's 53!). &amp;nbsp;I would say she has prevailed, and I'm sure those music executives are kicking themselves. &amp;nbsp;We all got to meet her after the show, and she graciously signed two records for me. &amp;nbsp;I would definitely recommend all of their albums, and you should see them perform live if you can. &amp;nbsp;In fact, all of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.daptonerecords.com/"&gt;Daptone&amp;nbsp;Records&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; artists are amazing. &amp;nbsp;On another side note - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/"&gt;Grooveshark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is another awesome online music site that I use to listen/sample several different artists and bands. &amp;nbsp;You won't be disappointed buying her albums, though. &amp;nbsp;I almost forgot to mention, too, that Ms. Jones will be singing a duet with &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaelbuble.com/"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/news/2010/01/22/snl-returns-with-back-to-back-shows/"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on Jan. 30! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, here's another photo from Friday eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S13EBQnR7oI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pzmkZ219pO4/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S13EBQnR7oI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pzmkZ219pO4/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hubby and I also attended a &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nvs.org/"&gt;Nittany Valley Symphony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; concert on Saturday eve. &amp;nbsp;My former roomie (yes, the one dancing on the stage with me!) plays the violin in it. &amp;nbsp;While I do not have tales of dancing on the stage this time around, it was definitely a great performance. &amp;nbsp;I grew up listening to a lot of classical music, mostly due to my many many years of ballet dancing, so it's still fun for me to hear it live especially when you know someone playing. &amp;nbsp;They performed pieces from &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton%C3%ADn_Dvo%C5%99%C3%A1k"&gt;Dvorak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bartok"&gt;Bartok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I love me some &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89758808"&gt;New World Symphony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, so I wasn't surprised that I enjoyed Dvorak's Cello Concerto in B Minor (Op. 104). &amp;nbsp;I really (sadly) don't know Bartok, but enjoyed his Concerto for Orchestra, which seemed extremely difficult to play. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, the NVS performed it and Dvorak brilliantly. &amp;nbsp;It was a good change from the previous night, but still very enjoyable - two date nights for me and hubby in a row! &amp;nbsp;It's also fun to attend their performances, because I always recognize someone new in the symphony that I "know" - either they are professors or I just see them around the community at random places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, it was a very lazy weekend for me - we also managed to watch the last 5 episodes of &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_(season_5)"&gt;Lost (Season 5)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; after the concert on Saturday. &amp;nbsp;I'm slightly ashamed of myself for spending so much time in front of the TV - but only slightly as we really don't watch anything else and it's taken us an entire year to watch all five seasons (I know people watch them over 5 DAYS...at least we spread it out!). &amp;nbsp;For now, though, it's back to work work work! &amp;nbsp;These experiments and dissertation aren't going to finish themselves!!! &amp;nbsp;All the best to you and your work - work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-2273889241225334984?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2273889241225334984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/sharon-jones-dap-kings-and-nittany.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2273889241225334984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2273889241225334984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/sharon-jones-dap-kings-and-nittany.html' title='Sharon Jones &amp; The Dap-Kings(!) and Nittany Valley Symphony'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/S13EElXqepI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bEUhgkIb_JA/s72-c/IMG_0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-1049167829132025537</id><published>2010-01-18T12:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:14:50.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinosaur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Been Travelin'</title><content type='html'>Obviously, it's been a while since I've posted an update.  While I definitely took some time off after passing my Comps, I've also been busy planning what's next and also visiting family and friends.  I'll quickly give you the run down on the past couple months...just to keep you updated :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  &lt;b&gt;Thanksgiving at PSU with hubby.&lt;/b&gt;  We brined the most delicious turkey (you must have some next time) mimicking the recipe &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/citrus-turkey-brine/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  We also made all the typical fixings (i.e., stuffing, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, potatoes, gravy) that you might have including the necessary macaroni and cheese that is a staple at my house at every holiday/celebration.  I love to bake, so I also made a pumpkin roll that looked pretty lousy (due to wrong pan size) but was very tasty.  I even convinced Lady Caroline to come for dinner (she took a break from cleaning her house to eat with us)!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;b&gt;Home to Ohio with hubby and Grady.&lt;/b&gt;  My visit home was two fold - see my family and attend my 10 year High School Reunion.  Per usual, we had good food at my sister's and we played a lot of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canasta"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canasta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The reunion was fun, too - I got to see a lot of my facebook friends that I haven't actually spoken to in person since high school.  Some didn't show, though, which was a bummer.  Hubby came, too, and got to meet a lot of my friends from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  &lt;b&gt;Christmas at hubby's mum's house.&lt;/b&gt;  This long weekend was filled with way too much food/cookies, multiple games of dominoes, and questions directed to me/us about when we will have babies. &lt;i&gt; Example:  "Isn't it time to have a baby?  Sometimes it isn't good to wait so long."&lt;/i&gt;  Even so, it was good to get away from State College.  Prior to the trip, I made 4 more pumpkin rolls with this recipe &lt;a href="http://www.verybestbaking.com/recipes/detail.aspx?ID=32372"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; using my leftover pumpkin from Thanksgiving.  I used the correct jelly roll pan, and they all turned out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  &lt;b&gt;Quick visit with my brother and his family.&lt;/b&gt;  The last time I saw my brother and his family was when I had my foot in a cast, so that was a LONG time ago (almost a year!).   His wife was also pregnant with their 3rd baby then.  Needless to say, I was extremely excited to visit them even if it was just for a couple days.  Hubby stayed behind, but I brought Grady along.  I was a little worried how Grady would be with the kids and the baby, but I have to say that I was very proud of my little man.  He listened to me like he's never listened before (or since LOL), and he was the perfect dog.  The boys loved him, and the baby girl was in LOVE.  It probably doesn't hurt that he looks like a little bear.  Even my brother and his wife commented on how great he was - so proud!  It was so fun to see my nephews and my new baby niece!  I also had some good conversations with my brother and his wife, which makes me feel a little grown up!  haha I don't feel like such a baby sister anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  &lt;b&gt;New Year's celebration with college friends.&lt;/b&gt;  Hubby and I spent the long New Year's weekend with some of my really good girlfriends from college:  Diana (and hubby) from London, Meagan from California, and Celia (and bf) from Philly.  We rented a cabin in the Pocono Mountains and pretty much didn't leave all weekend.  We ended up leaving Grady at a local kennel, which was heartbreaking (to me) to say the least.  It was my first time leaving him at a kennel, and it was a desperate move on my part.  I had other plans for him but they fell through.  I would have liked to have introduced him to the kennel better than just leaving him there, but sometimes you have to adapt. Turns out, he was fine at the kennel.  And now, I am over it (for now).  Our weekend was fantastic - it was filled with too much partying, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apples_to_Apples"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apples to Apples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jenga"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, terrible &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euchre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Euchre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playing by me (due to too much partying), football, and a lot of good food.  We haven't all been together since my wedding (more than 2 years ago!), so it was great to see everyone and reminisce.  We're hoping to plan another get together in a couple years at a more exotic location :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  &lt;b&gt;Rome for 10 days.&lt;/b&gt;  Hubby and I just got back from visiting Rome, NY - that's right NY not Italy.  He had some Air Force National Guard duties to attend to, and I didn't want to be left alone so long...so, I came with him (Grady, too!).  I haven't been to Rome since 2005!  So, it was time that I went and visited his friends there (some of whom I haven't seen since my wedding, too!).  We hit the usual spots in Rome:  &lt;a href="http://www.teddysrestaurantny.com/ordereze/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teddy's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for delicious &lt;a href="http://newyorktraveler.blogspot.com/2006/08/chicken-riggies.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riggies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/313/1302479/restaurant/Utica/La-Roma-Pizzeria-Rome"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Roma Pizzeria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Calzones, &lt;a href="http://www.roadfood.com/Restaurant/Reviews/4085/vescios-franklin-hotel"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Franklin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for general good Italian food, and &lt;a href="http://romealehouse.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black River Ale House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for wings.  We also visited Syracuse for a basketball game at &lt;a href="http://suathletics.syr.edu/sports/2009/2/3/GEN_0203090820.aspx"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Carrier Dome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; followed by dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.dinosaurbarbque.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinosaur BBQ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  We were also treated to more delicious Chicken Riggies at a friend's house and even some Mexican food at &lt;a href="http://www.table-hopping.com/articles/juanitas.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juanita's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at their newer location in Liverpool.  You can see, our visit revolves around the local cuisine specialities.  I managed to get sick for 4 days (still recovering!), but it was such a good trip.  I didn't get much accomplished (if anything) either relating to my thesis or other publications...but, I did a lot of thinking about them :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  &lt;b&gt;Up next.&lt;/b&gt;  I am working on an outline/draft for one or two publications based on my research so far - these will focus on my analytical work.  I'm also building on my thesis, which is pretty weak so far...but, you gotta start somewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be more active on here now that the holidays are over.  All the best to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-1049167829132025537?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1049167829132025537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-travelin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/1049167829132025537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/1049167829132025537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-travelin.html' title='Been Travelin&apos;'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-488576462121050686</id><published>2009-11-07T16:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:14:17.560-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhD'/><title type='text'>Win or lose - we booze!</title><content type='html'>just a quick note to say that I passed (!!) my Comprehensive PhD exam yesterday!  I am so very happy to have that completed.  Overall, it truly wasn't that bad.  I feel like I stood my ground and didn't get flustered.  Of course, I didn't know everything they asked me AND some of it I did know but couldn't quite get the correct words to come out of my mouth in an eloquent answer.  Regardless, it's over and done!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I don't even feel depleted like I did after my Master's or Candidacy exams...totally excellent!  I will definitely take some time to clean up around here (apt, car, office, puter, etc.), but I will also keep at it with  my research with even more intensity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping to graduation in 2010!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-488576462121050686?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/488576462121050686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/11/win-or-lose-we-booze.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/488576462121050686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/488576462121050686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/11/win-or-lose-we-booze.html' title='Win or lose - we booze!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-2002569584599681132</id><published>2009-11-04T20:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:06:32.843-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comps'/><title type='text'>love my family!</title><content type='html'>So...my Comps Exam is Friday at 1pm (mark your calendar to send me positive vibes).  I sent a note out to my family about it last week, and today I received a care package from my brother and his family (they live in NY) filled with delicious butterscotch oatmeal cookies (two bags!) and a handmade card from my adorable nephew.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SvI-0X_tUNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sgqRoaEdv7c/s1600-h/photo.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SvI-0X_tUNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sgqRoaEdv7c/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400447972685992146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It says "Good luck.  Love, Drew" inside haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My parents are coming tomorrow from Ohio so they can see my Comps presentation on Friday.  I think they will also be sticking around for the questions.  I'm super nervous about this exam, but I'm really happy that my 'rents will be there - they can see what I have been doing with my life!  They've always been soooo supportive and encouraging, which is something I thrive on.  I think my hubby will also be making an appearance.  I hear &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/espnradio/show?showId=theherd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colin Cowherd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESPN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is going to be at the &lt;a href="http://www.sa.psu.edu/usa/hub/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, though, around the same time as my defense so we'll see if he shows up for my presentation. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...can't wait for Friday to be over...so much to do before then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-2002569584599681132?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2002569584599681132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2002569584599681132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2002569584599681132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-my-family.html' title='love my family!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SvI-0X_tUNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sgqRoaEdv7c/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-4135359918429564270</id><published>2009-11-01T13:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:14:58.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THON'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5K'/><title type='text'>THON 5K!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to say that I participated in the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://thon.org/students/events/5k"&gt;THON 5K&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; today with &lt;a href="http://naridon2000.blogspot.com/2009/11/thon-5k-race-improved-on-my-5k-speed.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Su3p04QTKrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/grx1UXZB72A/s1600-h/5k2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Su3p04QTKrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/grx1UXZB72A/s320/5k2010.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399228622950312626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;THON is HUGE at Penn State, and it is deservedly so - through this organization, much money has been raised to support children battling cancer (I believe over $60 million!).  THON certainly deserves its own post (which I do not have time to write about currently).  So, for more information about THON (and to donote to the cause) go to this website:  &lt;a href="http://www.thon.org/donors"&gt;http://www.thon.org/donors&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;I signed up for this race a couple months ago with the plan to do some decent training in preparation - of course, that fell through :)  But, I did show up this morning and I did finish the race without walking in approximately 28 min and 5 seconds.  This is not my &lt;a href="http://running.about.com/od/faqsforbeginners/f/personalrecord.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (that is 19 min 30 sec...from high school), but it wasn't that bad either.  I was worried about the start of the race because that is always really tight and people are literally pushy.  I was just hoping that no one tripped me because my reflexes still are not 100%.  Fortunately, I did not fall down (even though I was pushed...how rude!).  it's all fun, though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this week is over, I'm going to look for another race to run in soon.  Maybe this next time I will actually "race" in it instead of just trotting along.  Still, it feels good to have completed it.  It was also very encouraging to see the supporters out along the course - what a great group!  It was a lovely day, which also helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm certainly pooped currently haha but I'm off to study for a bit!  have a good week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-4135359918429564270?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4135359918429564270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/11/thon-5k.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4135359918429564270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4135359918429564270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/11/thon-5k.html' title='THON 5K!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Su3p04QTKrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/grx1UXZB72A/s72-c/5k2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-5209886971213923550</id><published>2009-10-24T15:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:29:41.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun with Voice Memos'/><title type='text'>Fun with Voice Memos:  Squirrel Talk</title><content type='html'>With my amazing cell phone, I can record "voice memos" - and the fun that ensues with this feature is endless.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, while both working on my Comps paper and watching the Penn State game, I heard the most amazing noise coming from outside my sliding glass door.  I creeped around the corner so quietly (I thought it was a bird, and I didn't want to scare it) to see the most squirrely of squirrels sitting on one of the branches of the tree nearest to our building.  For about 45 seconds, I listened and watched as the squirrel continued its &lt;a href="http://www.squirrels.org/facts.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chirping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  And then (Eureka!), I remembered that I could record the sound!  I've heard many squirrels making this sound before, but usually they are chasing each other up and down and around the trees while making the sound.  Today, though, this one squirrel just sat on a branch and chirped...so with the magic of my phone and iMovie (and some luck in that the squirrel didn't run away)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bring you:  Squirrel Talk (Turn the volume up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f1570dd88af86a2e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1570dd88af86a2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330315490%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBA6E03C89668711DFE7207087749F7B81EFAB01.3980E7734BED049E43485D0B05BBB651C8FF399B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1570dd88af86a2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DldIRUazRVVAeVsRq58cYt-kC-eM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1570dd88af86a2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330315490%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBA6E03C89668711DFE7207087749F7B81EFAB01.3980E7734BED049E43485D0B05BBB651C8FF399B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1570dd88af86a2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DldIRUazRVVAeVsRq58cYt-kC-eM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note:  I know my editing skills and photography are poor (to say the least haha), I will improve them both for future movies.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS-If you listen closely, you can hear another squirrel chirping in the distance somewhere...long lost squirrel friends?  I think so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-5209886971213923550?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5209886971213923550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-with-voice-memos-squirrel-talk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/5209886971213923550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/5209886971213923550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-with-voice-memos-squirrel-talk.html' title='Fun with Voice Memos:  Squirrel Talk'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-6976676880897360076</id><published>2009-10-04T17:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:54:40.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bananas'/><title type='text'>Lonely Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SsknexC9GII/AAAAAAAAAUE/zM05Psc8Gvs/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a soft spot for the bananas at the grocery that have been yanked from their cluster mates (and now they sit in a pile with all the other lonely bananas) so that people can get the "perfect" cluster amount of bananas.  I see it all the time, but why does it happen?  who knows...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are the lonely bananas worse tasting than the clustered ones?  doubt it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it really too much for someone to take home 5 bananas rather than 4?  apparently!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so, why not pick 4 lonely bananas and leave the clusters for someone else who will take the lot?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the lonesome bananas when you go grocery shopping next - you will likely see 20-30 of them in a pile just waiting to be gobbled up while their cluster mates leave.  I feel like I could make up a cartoon/story about this (I'm suddenly feeling very passionate about the lonely bananas), and I'm starting to giggle about the thought of it (am picturing the lonely bananas commiserating together while the teams/clusters of bananas have a party).  heehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SsknexC9GII/AAAAAAAAAUE/zM05Psc8Gvs/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SsknexC9GII/AAAAAAAAAUE/zM05Psc8Gvs/s200/banana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388881838640797826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note:  I'm actually slightly allergic to bananas (I really can't eat them without some kind of throat itching/swelling)...but they are so good, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-6976676880897360076?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6976676880897360076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonely-bananas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/6976676880897360076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/6976676880897360076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonely-bananas.html' title='Lonely Bananas'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SsknexC9GII/AAAAAAAAAUE/zM05Psc8Gvs/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-4934766984355146143</id><published>2009-09-22T12:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:36:23.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Positively) Freaking Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About 3 weeks ago, it was decided that I was ready for my Comprehensive Exam.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...3 weeks later (today!), I'm starting to freak out (!) because I haven't accomplished anything really, yet I have SO much to do.  I thought I was ready for this exam, but I'm feeling anything but ready - I feel doomed!  I can feel the doom and gloom mounting on me as I write this (forget the dreams I've already had about this exam!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To show you how chaotic I am currently, here is a photo of my desk today - actually to clarify, here is a photo of my desk plus the neighboring desk that I've commandeered within the past week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrkLm3bzSxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6omZ1seqNmA/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384347591841630994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeeeeek...it's wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even with the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;doom&lt;/span&gt; and gloom" feeling, I'm going to think more positively for there are others in the World who are more legitimately in need of positive vibes and prayers.  I don't mean to get heavy, but take note:  1) A family (and our campus) is currently mourning the &lt;a href="http://www.collegian.psu.edu/archive/2009/09/22/student_a_friend_to_many.aspx"&gt;loss of their son, a freshman student&lt;/a&gt;, and 2) A &lt;a href="http://bandssullivan.blogspot.com/"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; is dealing with health issues after already overcoming so much.  I've never met either family, yet I feel very emotionally affected by their stories.  And, I feel silly for being so concerned about my Comps Exam.  Deep down I know everything will be OK regarding my exam - whether I pass it now or later.  And, I think it's OK that I'm worried about passing it - I just need to put this part of my life into perspective by making sure it maintains its proper (and theoretical) place in "my life hierarchy" (I don't really have a diagram of this mapped out, btw).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...wish me many productive mornings, days, and nights preparing for my exam!  It should be a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=doozy"&gt;doozy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-4934766984355146143?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4934766984355146143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/positively-freaking-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4934766984355146143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4934766984355146143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/positively-freaking-out.html' title='(Positively) Freaking Out'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrkLm3bzSxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6omZ1seqNmA/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-1308902097089071892</id><published>2009-09-20T11:11:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:43:54.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schnoodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since it's been soooooooo long since I posted, I thought posting some pics of puppies would be good.  These schnoodles (poodle+schnauzer mixes) were listed on &lt;a href="http://www.statecollege.com/classifieds/detail.php?id=7664"&gt;statecollege.com's&lt;/a&gt; website recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZU86TeWOI/AAAAAAAAASc/UrG9Tk1qhJk/s1600-h/3947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZU86TeWOI/AAAAAAAAASc/UrG9Tk1qhJk/s200/3947.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383583809987827938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more of a story about these pups, but first I have a confession - I often look for dogs to adopt.  Seriously, any downtime I have between runs at the lab or while I'm eating lunch, I'm looking at dogs (while still looking at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;, no shame).  But I always check &lt;a href="http://www.petfinder.com/"&gt;Petfinder.com&lt;/a&gt;.  First, I search for "poodle" and then I search for "schnauzer" (all within our local zip code).  If I'm really feeling wild, though, I'll search zip codes in Ohio.  After all, &lt;a href="http://www.petfinder.com/"&gt;Petfinder.com&lt;/a&gt; is where I found Grady (he was originally named Stone) whom we named after &lt;a href="http://cleveland.indians.mlb.com/team/player.jsp?player_id=429713"&gt;Grady Sizemore&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a href="http://cleveland.indians.mlb.com/"&gt;Cleveland Indians&lt;/a&gt;.  We didn't know much about Grady/Stone before we got him - we just knew where he was located and what he looked like (see his pic below!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZZhtwCj4I/AAAAAAAAAS0/V4Az51rOvPQ/s1600-h/Stone-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZZhtwCj4I/AAAAAAAAAS0/V4Az51rOvPQ/s200/Stone-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383588840319651714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we got Grady, I had been searching &lt;a href="http://www.petfinder.com/"&gt;Petfinder.com&lt;/a&gt; for months and months to find a dog.  I filled out many applications naming friends and vets as references, but most places wanted owners to have some experience with dogs since the rescue dogs may have some "issues" (I had never fully been responsible for a dog, while Hubby has but it was a few years ago).  I do understand this, but it was sad for me because I really wanted to help a dog!  It was also difficult for me to find a dog because I'm very allergic to dogs that shed, so I really needed one that did not shed much (even though I'm sooooo in love with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rottweiler"&gt;Rottweilers&lt;/a&gt;).  I grew up with a poodle named Lady who was the prettiest lady ever (see pic of me and Lady below!), so I knew I could handle poodles (and likely a poodle mix).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZeGR8TDuI/AAAAAAAAATM/FkKonUyG4Ps/s1600-h/File0187_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZeGR8TDuI/AAAAAAAAATM/FkKonUyG4Ps/s200/File0187_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383593866556542690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw Grady/Stone online (listed as a poodle possibly mixed with schnauzer), I called about him immediately and the woman on the phone was very friendly.  She told me that Stone was "very manly" (haha), and a great dog.  We talked for a few minutes more and then we decided that I was going to come pick up Grady/Stone that week!  Hubby and I drove out to New Philadelphia, Ohio, to get him (kinda close to where Hubby grew up in Kent, Ohio) - That was nearly two years ago (we got him in October 2007), and I know we really got lucky with him.  He had some issues with worms for a few months when we first got him, but he kicked that eventually and has been "clean" ever since.  I'm not sure why anyone would ever give him up, but I'm very thankful that we get to raise him as our little guy.  Because I can't resist, here are some pics of our boy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZk0Hem6JI/AAAAAAAAATs/F9nSMjPL4yc/s200/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383601251091409042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Grady's comforting me during my recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZjSCj9GiI/AAAAAAAAATk/_34J-Q_0BuM/s1600-h/wegif_large.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZluEcLHiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JUYCFqZEgN4/s200/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383602246708305442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Grady's working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...back to the 4 puppies above!  Where we live, there is another schnoodle named Socrates (the owners call him Socks for short, and Hubby calls him Grady's "philosopher friend" heehee).  Socks and Grady are great friends!  Socks is originally from Maryland where he was found wandering the streets (He had mange and was unable to do his business easily b/c he was so dirty and uncared for - poor guy!).  We usually get together on Sundays outside to let the dogs romp around for a bit...I have to get it on video because it's so cute.  Socks' owners love Grady (they call him Big G heehee), and they are always telling us about how they are searching for another schnoodle to adopt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make an unnecessarily long story short - They are actually who told me about the schnoodles on &lt;a href="http://www.statecollege.com/"&gt;statecollege.com&lt;/a&gt; - so I had to check them out online!  Of course, Hubby and I loved them instantly.  But, we know our time currently is very limited (and we still want to rescue a more needy dog), so instead I showed other people close to us in hopes that they would want one!  After pining over them for a week, I showed the ad to a friend and she was smitten, too!  On Friday, we made a visit to the pups and now she is going to get one!  I can't reveal who the new owner is yet, but I will post a sneaky picture of them together (and maybe you can guess).  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZiaGED5oI/AAAAAAAAATU/e9UxmpjnJ9E/s200/photo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383598605011773058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;New owner and new schnoodle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoyed the puppies, and I hope you get a dog!!  :)  They are the greatest companions and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-1308902097089071892?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1308902097089071892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/1308902097089071892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/1308902097089071892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppies.html' title='Puppies!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SrZU86TeWOI/AAAAAAAAASc/UrG9Tk1qhJk/s72-c/3947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-427563944838085402</id><published>2009-08-04T21:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:30:56.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Media, PA!</title><content type='html'>I have a good friend from Media, PA, and I sent him a text upon arriving here saying "I'm in Media!"...his response was "haha why?".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in Media, PA, at the &lt;a href="http://www.brandywine.psu.edu/"&gt;Penn State Brandywine campus&lt;/a&gt; attending a workshop as part of my &lt;a href="http://www.personal.psu.edu/uxg3/blogs/pennstatetesse/"&gt;TESSE Fellowship&lt;/a&gt; responsibilities (&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=FYI"&gt;FYI&lt;/a&gt;:  TESSE stands for Transforming Earth System Science Education).  Essentially, I serve as a content expert (along with two other grad students) on earth and space science to a suite of teachers from primarily Pennsylvania (there are also a handful of teachers from Delaware, Kentucky, Michigan, and North Carolina).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like most things involving grad students, this fellowship is made possible through a 3-year grant (this is the final year of the grant).  I was lucky to be involved with this program last school year, and I feel even more lucky to be involved with this program again this school year.  The workshop itself is geared toward current and budding Earth Science teachers who are interested in enhancing/refining/developing/etc. their content knowledge and teaching practices/methods/techniques involving earth sciences.  Several topics relating to earth sciences are covered during this workshop, and there are also wonderful exercises that we go through as an entire group to demonstrate some of the activities that can be implemented in their classrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some quick reminiscing of my childhood:  Once upon a time, I was going to be a geologist.  I had chosen this occupation when I was in 5th grade based on my love of collecting rocks.  Not similarly (and more of a side note), I also loved to stand in my backyard with an umbrella while it was raining and give fake weather reports to the trees.  I digress.  I have loved the Earth from an early age, which carried over to my undergraduate years when I was an Earth Sciences major.  So even though my current work is in energy, I still have a very strong love/interest/passion for the Earth Sciences.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I do not consider myself an expert of Earth Sciences, I do consider myself as a great resource for the participating teachers due to my different research experiences in Earth Sciences and Energy.  At some point this week, I will be paired up with a handful of the teachers and we will continue interacting throughout the school year.  I had a great experience with the teachers I was paired with last year, and I am hopeful about the teachers in this group - they are a lot of fun already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have much more to say about the TESSE program and workshop, but I will save those for later posts as I can tell I'm beginning to ramble. BUT!  I will quickly say that being around the teachers really makes me appreciate the work/desire that goes into teaching.  They also have wonderful stories - both amusing and heartbreaking - about their experiences...but, you can tell that they really care about their students AND they really care about doing a good job.  I love that!  I am excited about the rest of the workshop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-427563944838085402?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/427563944838085402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-media-pa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/427563944838085402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/427563944838085402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-media-pa.html' title='I&apos;m in Media, PA!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-8184159706168743895</id><published>2009-07-16T11:52:00.032-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:41:05.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out West for a Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hubby and I traveled to Oregon over the July 4th holiday weekend - we traveled for two reasons:  1) to attend a wedding on July 3rd for one of my best guy friends ever, and 2) to spend some time together away from work, PA, and our apt (sadly, that also meant our little Grady Bones, too).  I had it planned that we'd spend the first night away in Portland then travel to Bend, OR, for 3 nights, and then the last two nights were up in the air (we weren't sure if we wanted to spend more time in Portland or try to make a run for the coast).  I tried to highlight some of our travels here (if you'd like to read about it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per usual Bran and Mere fashion, our first night was kind of a bust as we weren't really prepared for what to do or see in Portland.  Once we settled into the hotel and got cleaned up, we wandered the streets of the city in search of food (we're almost always driven by food in our travels).  I like to try places that are popular with the local people, so we asked around and no one really suggested anything exciting except the food carts (that were in the process of closing down booo).  Armed with iPhones, we did the best we could to find something to eat (damn you semi-fancy hotel for charging $17.95 a night for wifi, while I can get free wi-fi at the cheapie hotels!).  side note:  Thank goodness for our phones!  They were such a great help with food suggestions (thanks to the nifty Apps available) and with map directions (although, my interpretation of those directions is less than desired...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was much more exciting as we made a stop at &lt;a href="http://www.peets.com/fvpage.asp?rdir=1&amp;amp;"&gt;Peet's Coffee &amp;amp; Tea&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://voodoodoughnut.com/"&gt;Voodoo Doughnut&lt;/a&gt; before driving to Bend.  The coffee was deliciously strong, and the doughnuts were more than delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Sl9hD8WYYaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/b1EPL_mul30/s1600-h/IMG_2662.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Sl9hD8WYYaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/b1EPL_mul30/s200/IMG_2662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359108801961681314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this humorous "sign" on one of the buildings nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Sl9gw_kJ8FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hbPZ9zm6xxo/s200/IMG_2660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359108476407246930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also walked around the Riverfront Area (Willamette River) and observed the locals.  There was a nice fountain called &lt;a href="http://www.portlandonline.com/water/index.CFM?a=193759&amp;amp;c=48445"&gt;Salmon Street Springs&lt;/a&gt; where the kids gravitated to (makes sense due to the 90 degree weather).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDFLD9WlkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4-GY_vEU6SY/s1600-h/IMG_2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDFLD9WlkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4-GY_vEU6SY/s200/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359500350402762306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the only photo of me during our travels :) (note to self:  get Bran his own camera!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDFKeGsfVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uuNv8T3HL_w/s1600-h/IMG_2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDFKeGsfVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uuNv8T3HL_w/s200/IMG_2667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359500340241399122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive to Bend was GORGEOUS.  The first 45 min of it was mostly driving through strip mall areas, but eventually we were out of the city (and its borough areas)...and we were out in the open where there were mountains and hills and nature!  Here's just a few shots during the drive from Portland to the high desert of Bend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Sl9i9hXcoHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8S4GFptRitI/s200/IMG_2681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359110890662436978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDGItFYAKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vYmPCa_buRk/s200/IMG_2688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359501409414283426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, as the elevation increased, you could see the noticeable difference in the amount of trees alongside the road.  This is partly due to the low amount of rainfall (normal for the high desert), but I hear it's also due to an out of control infestation of &lt;a href="http://www.oregon.gov/ODF/AGENCY_AFFAIRS/Bark_Beetle.shtml"&gt;bark beetles&lt;/a&gt;.  You could see many MANY dead trees.  These beetles aren't invasive, but they are thriving more than ever due to the unfavorable changes in climate over the past 20 years (if you believe there have been changes in temps).  The winters aren't getting cold enough to kill them off each year so they are multiplying in record numbers and killing off the trees instead.  :(  I'm not sure if I have this issue completely understood, but it's definitely something I'll look into when I have more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally reach the &lt;a href="http://www.bendhillsideinn.com/"&gt;Hillside B&amp;amp;B in Bend&lt;/a&gt; (our destination for the next three nights) where we meet our Innkeeper Annie.  She was great, and her house was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDJl7stkSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D40HB8VW6Gc/s1600-h/IMG_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDJl7stkSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D40HB8VW6Gc/s200/IMG_2768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359505210088460578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed on the second floor in our own suite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDJmJbVfUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SGj4btqPL9I/s1600-h/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDJmJbVfUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SGj4btqPL9I/s200/IMG_2769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359505213773675842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a quick clean up and change, and then we were off to one of the outdoor pavilions within &lt;a href="http://www.sunriver-resort.com/"&gt;Sunriver Resort&lt;/a&gt; for a "Wedding Celebration Grill/BBQ" (aka casual rehearsal dinner for every guest).   Sunriver, OR, is about 30 min from Bend, and it's pretty much an all inclusive "resort".  The majority of the wedding party and the guests stayed in Sunriver, but I found it too expensive for our short stay.  So with the 30 minute drive, we had to be extra on time to make sure we weren't late for the events.  The BBQ, though, was fantastic - amazing food (I can only describe my meal as a mix of bruschetta and tri tip beef with grilled veggies) and an entertaining &lt;a href="http://www.playcornhole.org/"&gt;cornhole tournament&lt;/a&gt;.  It was also good to see some of my old acquaintances from Ohio there.  We stayed out late with other guests and part of the wedding party, which was also a good time.  Bran got his poker fix in, and I got to know some of the groom's friends better (those that are not from our high school).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;The next morning we went white water rafting on the Deschutes River, and it was such a great time!  We did a trip called the &lt;a href="http://www.suncountrytours.com/river_rafting_adventures/Deschutes_River_Big_Eddy/"&gt;Big Eddy thriller&lt;/a&gt;, and it left us wanting more.  I don't have any pictures, unfortunately, but I can tell you that I swallowed a lot of water and got a lot in my eyes.  BUT I did not fall out of the raft or hit anyone with my paddle. :)  We then had lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.trouthouserestaurant.com/"&gt;The Trout House&lt;/a&gt;, which is a little restaurant in Sunriver that's situated right by one of the marinas on the Deschutes River.  As we ate lunch by the windows overlooking the river, we watched countless numbers of people (and dogs) launch their boats, kayaks, canoes, inner tubes, etc., to float down the river.  Food was OK but the view was quite lovely, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The wedding was this same day in the evening at 5pm.  The ceremony was outside and Mt. Bachelor was seen in the background. It was truly picturesque.  Here are some pics from after the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The wedding party:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDTDL3GfGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/R3sd7ADhH9w/s200/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359515608247860322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two well-dressed sillies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDU2HttNYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/K82rQOhWNsc/s200/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359517582819669378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the interior of the Great Lodge (aka &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camp_Abbot"&gt;Camp Abbot&lt;/a&gt;) where the reception took place.  I'm sure my photo will not do it justice, but just know that it is a beautiful building with a lot of very interesting history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmDVuqo1p4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/6XyyuIIHVZ4/s200/IMG_2709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359518554267166594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was much fooding, dancing, drinking, and reminiscing during the reception.  Aside from my own wedding reception, it was the most fun I've had at a wedding.  This was also honestly the most beautiful wedding I have ever attended.  The colors, scenery, people, bride's gown, location, and reception (plus so many other things), meshed so well together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day was July 4th and I had planned for us to go kayaking in the afternoon.  We got picked up in Bend upon which we were driven up to Cultus Lake that's located in the Cascades.  We were joined by a family of four and a couple.  They were all a lot of fun, and I think we were all newbies at it.  The kayaks were 2 seaters, so it was interesting (and often hilarious) for Bran and I to get the timing and motion of the paddling just right.  This excursion was supposed to include a tour around the lake with stories from our guide about the area, but we only got to hear one story due to thunder being in the area.  When the guide finished his story about NASA astronauts from the 1960s training on the volcanoes in the area (they thought the terrain may be similar to the moon's terrain), we quickly paddled to the shore and waited for 15 minutes to see if we heard thunder again.  If we didn't, then we'd venture back out onto the lake.  Luckily, there was no more thunder!  So we got to spend a few more minutes on the lake, but we didn't get to hear anymore stories :(  Still it was a good time, and I think it was a good activity for Bran and me.  We'll definitely be looking into doing more kayaking in the future.  Here are some photos of our kayaking adventure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hubby before we left the beach:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaPaYqa3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zGCaAmQ345s/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaPaYqa3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zGCaAmQ345s/s200/IMG_2731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359593883630726002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;The only pic I managed to take while on the lake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaQJHhEOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/u2bTyo1ggdI/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaQJHhEOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/u2bTyo1ggdI/s200/IMG_2734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359593896175276258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaPaYqa3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zGCaAmQ345s/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaPaYqa3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zGCaAmQ345s/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaPaYqa3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zGCaAmQ345s/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Two sillies during the thunder waiting period: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaQwQ83iI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3cIVZXm0F_w/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaQwQ83iI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3cIVZXm0F_w/s200/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359593906683829794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We stopped for a swim in this part of the lake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaSHaKXVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ojVGadGWNwI/s1600-h/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEaSHaKXVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ojVGadGWNwI/s200/IMG_2742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359593930076347730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The water was chilly, but not unbearable.  It was a really good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To celebrate July 4th, we met much of the wedding guests at &lt;a href="http://www.theoldmill.com/live-events"&gt;Les Schwab Amphitheater&lt;/a&gt; to watch the fireworks get set off from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pilot_Butte_(Oregon)"&gt;Pilot Butte&lt;/a&gt;.  Apparently, with it being the high desert, &lt;a href="http://bendbulletin.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060704/NEWS0107/607040348/1001&amp;amp;nav_category="&gt;the Butte always catches on fire&lt;/a&gt;.  We heard many of the locals joking about this, and we actually got to witness it as well.  Since it happens often, the fire department was ready for it and they got the fire under control within 30 seconds.  The fireworks were OK (not as impressive as Columbus' or State College's), but fireworks are always fun.  It was also good to see some of the wedding guests again along with the bride and groom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We decided to go back to Portland for our last two nights.  Again, the drive between Bend and Portland is AMAZING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEgIoFUExI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vLNSY9sEzbQ/s200/IMG_2779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359600364118348562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have always thought that driving through Pennsylvania is really beautiful (and it still is), but Oregon is pretty impressive.  After checking into our hotel in the city, we headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.waterfrontbluesfest.com/"&gt;Safeway sponsored Waterfront Blues Festival&lt;/a&gt;.  The purpose of the five day festival was to get food and monetary donations to support Oregon's food banks (we donated four cans of tuna!).  I knew this festival was going on before we left for Oregon, and I got lucky that two acts were playing that Sunday night (the last night of the festival) that I REALLY wanted to see:  &lt;a href="http://www.thisisryanshaw.com/"&gt;Ryan Shaw&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.daptonerecords.com/sharonjonesandthedapkings.html"&gt;Sharon Jones &amp;amp; the Dap-Kings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Ryan Shaw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhStOkkDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EyOAdLVDKLI/s1600-h/IMG_2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhStOkkDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EyOAdLVDKLI/s200/IMG_2800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359601636809674802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two sillies in between performances:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhSa-545I/AAAAAAAAAQY/M78nHfYSA78/s1600-h/IMG_2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhSa-545I/AAAAAAAAAQY/M78nHfYSA78/s200/IMG_2792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359601631912125330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The one and only Sharon Jones and her band:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhS2Oq2dI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_2RFiVlwPiw/s200/IMG_2811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359601639226005970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had such a great time seeing them!  I still can't believe I actually got to see them perform.  I wish we could have seen acts from earlier in the day (and earlier in the week).  There was also lots of good looking and smelling food (we ate before we got there...silly us!).  Afterwards, we got beer, more food, and dessert at &lt;a href="http://www.mcmenamins.com/index.php?loc=24&amp;amp;category=Location%20Homepage"&gt;McMenamins Market Street Pub&lt;/a&gt;.  It definitely was a local joint - very laid back and homey.  I wish we could have visited it again the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our last day in Portland consisted of more fooding at Sugar Mamas' (sooooooo good) and then an afternoon at the &lt;a href="http://www.omsi.edu/"&gt;Oregon Museum of Science and Industry (OMSI)&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhmoVX0dI/AAAAAAAAARA/N5TOCQhjZBs/s200/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359601979093406162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We saw &lt;a href="http://www.giantscreenbugs.com/"&gt;Bugs!:  A Rainforest Experience&lt;/a&gt; at the IMAX theater, and then visited the rest of the museum.  It's very similar to one of my favorite museums in Columbus called &lt;a href="http://www.cosi.org/"&gt;Center of Science and Industry (COSI)&lt;/a&gt;.  It's essentially a hands-on science center geared toward kids and families yet it can still be enjoyed by much older "kids" like us.  I think we could have spent a full day there instead of an afternoon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A pic with OMSI's submarine! (unfortunately, we didn't get to tour it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhmybgOAI/AAAAAAAAARI/QxS2wsIg8Ls/s200/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359601981803476994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bran took a particular interest in all of the brainteasers spread out within the center.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhnCe4H5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/0bw_s_ctbG0/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhT9-1UjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GQRfAxd-J34/s1600-h/IMG_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhT9-1UjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GQRfAxd-J34/s200/IMG_2834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359601658486936114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;View of the city from back of OMSI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhnCe4H5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/0bw_s_ctbG0/s200/IMG_2841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359601986112593810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two sillies outside OMSI:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEnIAyNMMI/AAAAAAAAARY/ab7peoqTsD0/s200/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359608050150617282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We concluded our day with delicious burritos from &lt;a href="http://foodcartsportland.com/2009/03/19/taqueria-los-gorditos/"&gt;Taqueria Los Gorditos&lt;/a&gt;...the tastiest in Portland!  I found out about this place from a &lt;a href="http://portlandburritos.blogspot.com/2008/09/taqueria-los-gorditos.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; - too funny!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With that, we ended our night early due to our 6:45am flight the next day back to the real world.  If you're still reading this, then you're a champ!  Overall, we had a great time in Portland and Bend - we'll definitely try to visit again in the future.  Maybe you can come with us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhTdlZ-GI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fc6uDnD7e5o/s1600-h/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SmEhTdlZ-GI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fc6uDnD7e5o/s200/IMG_2833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359601649790351458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for reading!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-8184159706168743895?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8184159706168743895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-west-for-bit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/8184159706168743895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/8184159706168743895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-west-for-bit.html' title='Out West for a Bit'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Sl9hD8WYYaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/b1EPL_mul30/s72-c/IMG_2662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-4488620166428062298</id><published>2009-07-08T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:52:47.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was away the past 7 days for a much needed vacation/getaway with my hubby...we were actually attending a wedding in Sunriver, OR, but we decided to squeeze in some vacation activities while we were all the way out west.  I promise to write about most of our adventures :)  but for now I'm off to bedness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SlVbRPQg_LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Qai7Bmsz37c/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SlVbRPQg_LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Qai7Bmsz37c/s200/IMG_2683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356287683538779314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-4488620166428062298?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4488620166428062298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4488620166428062298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4488620166428062298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-town.html' title='Back in Town'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SlVbRPQg_LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Qai7Bmsz37c/s72-c/IMG_2683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-4313637781852799729</id><published>2009-06-30T09:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:48:21.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solar Decathlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuclear Reactor'/><title type='text'>Energy Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week I worked at PSU's first &lt;a href="http://www.sciencecamps.psu.edu/"&gt;Science-U&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sciencecamps.psu.edu/camps/EnergyCamp.html"&gt;Energy Crew&lt;/a&gt; Summer Camp (aka Energy Camp).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SlVaUpRwQlI/AAAAAAAAANw/fDneE9cPcHQ/s1600-h/ScienceUEnergyCrew+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SlVaUpRwQlI/AAAAAAAAANw/fDneE9cPcHQ/s200/ScienceUEnergyCrew+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356286642551276114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, -webkit-fantasy; "&gt;It was five days of energy topics/activities/tours for students entering grades 5-8.  I knew going into it that it would require lots and LOTS of energy, so I made sure to get extra sleep the weekend before it started (which definitely helped).  I could tell you about the whole week, but I'll just touch on some highlights.  If you don't want to read the highlights :) then at least check out some of the photos from the week &lt;a href="http://www.sciencecamps.psu.edu/images/June22-26EC/EnergyCrewImages.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on a tour of the &lt;a href="http://www.mne.psu.edu/edwards/PROJECTS/PSBR/PSBR.HTM"&gt;Nuclear Reactor&lt;/a&gt; on campus, which I've never even been to (totally surprising since it's literally feet from my office building!).  What a cool place!  They did some background stuff for the campers about the purpose of the facility and also about how it works.  Then they took us to where the reactor's housed and let us watch it as they "pulsed" it.  We got to see the distinct blue glow that occurs as a result of the pulse, which I hear is something that many people don't get to see first hand.  I REALLY liked that tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to see &lt;a href="http://www.solar.psu.edu/"&gt;PSU's house&lt;/a&gt; that's being built for the &lt;a href="http://www.solardecathlon.org/"&gt;Solar Decathlon&lt;/a&gt;, which many of the campers enjoyed.  One of the students working on the site gave us a great tour, and he explained all of the energy efficient aspects of the house including some of the special technologies that PSU's installing that other schools participating in the competition are not.  Several of the campers had great questions, and I think they could have spent days at the site if time allowed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The students also shot, edited, and presented, their own videos of public service announcements advertising different energy options.  These videos were so good...I'll post a link to them when I have it.  They had some really creative ideas on presenting the material, and they are so smart!  I believe that the future looks good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a lot of hands on activities (e.g., lemon batteries, solar cars, fuel cell cars, making ethanol, etc.), which I think the students enjoyed.  I'm sure, though, that their most favorite part of camp was eating in the &lt;a href="http://www.foodservices.psu.edu/pollock/"&gt;Pollock dining commons&lt;/a&gt;, going to the &lt;a href="http://www.athletics.psu.edu/rec/nat/index.asp"&gt;outdoor pool&lt;/a&gt;, and going to the &lt;a href="http://www.creamery.psu.edu/"&gt;creamery&lt;/a&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two other cool things about the camp were that there was a journalist and videographer at almost every activity so that the campers would have some documentation/video of their camp experience.  Each morning the journalist had a newsletter that was designed to look like a newspaper that highlighted the events from the previous day.  The videographer also made a great video (to be linked soon) that chronicled their entire week...I think the campers and parents really enjoyed that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the camp was a success for the first time it was ever run!  If you are interested...here are some photos from the week:  &lt;a href="http://www.sciencecamps.psu.edu/images/June22-26EC/EnergyCrewImages.html"&gt;Energy Camp Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-4313637781852799729?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4313637781852799729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/energy-camp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4313637781852799729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4313637781852799729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/energy-camp.html' title='Energy Camp'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SlVaUpRwQlI/AAAAAAAAANw/fDneE9cPcHQ/s72-c/ScienceUEnergyCrew+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-6247169148539066132</id><published>2009-06-15T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:15:31.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is my 2 year wedding anniversary!  Hooray!  I truly loved every part of my wedding and thought the overall day was great and stress free (at least, I think it was)...ahhh...but if I knew then, what I know now I would have definitely utilized &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; more (I would have still married the same guy heehee).  If you have never checked Etsy out, then quickly click and explore all the fun items you can buy there.  You will honestly be so pleasantly surprised at all the coolio stuff you can buy that's handmade!  They also have a lot of fun vintage stuff, too.  Hint hint:  buy me some pyrex!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no surprise, though, that I didn't utilize Etsy more because I really didn't get into the site until after my honeymoon.  During our trip in Hawaii, my hubby and I stopped at a little market that had a lot of generic, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tchotchke"&gt;tchotchke&lt;/a&gt; crap.  BUT it also featured a few local sellers...&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5707380"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; of which sold me an awesome ring.  She gave me her card, which had her etsy site on it...and upon returning to the mainland, I checked her shop site out (along with the rest of Etsy) and I was hooked with all things Etsy!  Since then, I have bought many items for myself and others including shirts, jewelry, baby gifts, holiday cards, birthday cards, dresses, bags, holiday decorations, laptop accessories, etc., etc.!!!  It's become a joke w/ me and Melly Rae - she'll see me wearing or using something new that I got from Etsy, and she really doesn't even ask anymore where I got it.  Any free second I get, I check the homepage out just to see what items are featured...I'm totally addicted.  Not so much to spending money on the site (although, after tallying up what I've spent as a whole I'm beginning to wonder about that), but more addicted to "window shopping".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...as I said originally, I think it would have been fun if I could have incorporated some Etsy into my wedding.  I did have a really good friend make all of the jewelry for me, my bridesmaids, my mom, and my Mother-in-Law (so that's definitely along the lines of Etsy).  I also had an awesome printer/designer create my invitations.  But maybe I could have used these &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7444649"&gt;wild birdseed favors&lt;/a&gt; or these &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6771509&amp;amp;section_id=5858585"&gt;wildflower seed favors&lt;/a&gt;.  My bridesmaids could have worn dresses from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5980872&amp;amp;section_id=5666457"&gt;Ureshii&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=26274176"&gt;Miss Brache&lt;/a&gt;.  I could have danced atop one of these &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5151831"&gt;tables&lt;/a&gt;...kidding, of course!  I think you get the idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's much more to life (and relationships/marriage, whichever you like) than having a "great wedding", I know...I really thought of it as a big party where we celebrated our relationship.  For my next big party (ahem, PhD graduation?), though, I'll definitely be incorporating some Etsy stuff into it!  I'll let you know when you can mark your calendars for that special occasion :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-6247169148539066132?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6247169148539066132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/6247169148539066132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/6247169148539066132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-8470367509560148458</id><published>2009-05-15T13:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:14:51.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 baby ducks rescued</title><content type='html'>thought this was a good story to share on a Friday :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see story here:  &lt;a href="http://live.psu.edu/story/39749/nw4"&gt;OPP saves ducklings!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-8470367509560148458?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8470367509560148458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-baby-ducks-rescued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/8470367509560148458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/8470367509560148458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-baby-ducks-rescued.html' title='11 baby ducks rescued'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-244161238086348351</id><published>2009-05-14T16:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:40:23.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a (fake) beard!</title><content type='html'>It's no secret - I love beards.  See T-shirt evidence below (T-shirt and photo courtesy of melly rae):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SgyKm6Jov_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Qq0VoRnlA4M/s320/n520775560_977413_9557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335792059576532978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be a bearded lady...I just want a fake one.  So it's no surprise that I found this etsy shop a long time ago:  &lt;a href="http://imadeyouabeard.etsy.com/"&gt;I Made You a Beard&lt;/a&gt;.  I show it to B every now and then, and I tell him that I'm getting one in dark brown (like my hair color), lumberjack style.  He insists that I will not.  I mostly wanted one for the long walks to the BJC to get my car in the winter.  I thought it would look much more stylish than a scarf.  But since I wasn't driving around at all during the winter (let alone walking), I never got one.  But my love for the beard hasn't died.  Perhaps, I will still get one.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you get one for yourself (or me!)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-244161238086348351?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/244161238086348351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-fake-beard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/244161238086348351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/244161238086348351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-fake-beard.html' title='I want a (fake) beard!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/SgyKm6Jov_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Qq0VoRnlA4M/s72-c/n520775560_977413_9557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-7715864401458112199</id><published>2009-04-29T16:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:13:17.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2+ seconds of fame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: normal; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my officemate just showed me this video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/svgvbSVb0gM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/svgvbSVb0gM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;look at 1:11 (don't blink, or you'll miss it!)  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: normal; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's my video debut (in an uncredited, non-speaking role)  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-7715864401458112199?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7715864401458112199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-2-seconds-of-fame.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/7715864401458112199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/7715864401458112199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-2-seconds-of-fame.html' title='My 2+ seconds of fame!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-3842370000144195542</id><published>2009-04-27T12:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:37:02.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of Space (temporarily)</title><content type='html'>I am realizing today that I have been a waste of space:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't accomplished much this semester (if anything) regarding research.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did manage to take two classes but eventually dropped one of them due to bizarre issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started a blog (heehee).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't respond to emails in a timely manner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been forgetting important deadlines and am having to give lame-o excuses to compensate for being such a chump.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there are others not listed, but I'm telling you this b/c it stops today! Everybody is somebody, and right now I'm nobody...and the realization stinks. I'm not depressed, so no worries :) I'm just really seeing that I'm in a research slump (and have been in one since the new year), and I need to snap out of it...or I'll never EVER graduate (and we can't have that)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so, I'm going to think about how to improve my situation and get back to you in a bit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS-it's so hot out today, that I'm actually wearing shorts in public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-3842370000144195542?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3842370000144195542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/waste-of-space-temporarily.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/3842370000144195542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/3842370000144195542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/waste-of-space-temporarily.html' title='Waste of Space (temporarily)'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-4623993689981719034</id><published>2009-04-20T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:50:37.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Desktop Computer</title><content type='html'>As I watch "Paranormal State" on A&amp;amp;E, I'm reminded of my paranormal desktop computer incident from today...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've killed computers before with my strange electric touch, so it was no surprise that the desktop computer at my office wasn't turning on today.  I pushed the power button at least 15 times to try and turn it on, wiggled the computer cords, held the button in just in case it was in sleep mode...but nothing worked.  It's been on the fritz for a while now - literally taking at least 10 minutes to completely boot up, slow as a tortoise when any program is executed, known to moan every now and then - so I thought to myself "well, it's finally died".  I accepted it's sad fate, said some silent thoughts to myself about the desktop (e.g., "you've been good to me), and then I pulled out my laptop so I could begin checking my email and finishing a project.  I even started an email to send to our computer support person to tell him that my computer has died so he could come haul it away.  I got sidetracked and never sent the email (it's still in my draft folder!).  Then...maybe 4 hours later, the desktop computer turns itself on!  I looked around to see if it was a joke someone played on me, but no one was around!  too strange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-4623993689981719034?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4623993689981719034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/paranormal-desktop-computer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4623993689981719034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/4623993689981719034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/paranormal-desktop-computer.html' title='Paranormal Desktop Computer'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-2307883737618443631</id><published>2009-04-10T12:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:07:03.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moose and Ice Do Not Mix</title><content type='html'>Nari sent me this story about a moose getting stuck in some soft ice on a lake in Washington.  Fortunately, firefighters were able to successfully save the poor moose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the amazing story:  &lt;a href="http://www.necn.com/Boston/Nation/2009/04/08/Dramatic-moose-rescue-caught/1239197647.html#"&gt;Dramatic moose rescue caught on tape | NECN&lt;/a&gt; (Thanks, Nari!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that moose and ice do not mix :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-2307883737618443631?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2307883737618443631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/moose-and-ice-do-not-mix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2307883737618443631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/2307883737618443631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/moose-and-ice-do-not-mix.html' title='Moose and Ice Do Not Mix'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-8389248156163289985</id><published>2009-04-08T19:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:39:54.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>I heard a cover of "The Sound of Silence" (originally by Simon and Garfunkel) yesterday, and it made me think about my idiosyncrasies involving silence.  Sometimes I crave absolute silence (e.g., when I'm trying to sleep), and sometimes I can't stand silence (e.g., anytime I'm writing).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am that person that cannot fall asleep when there is a leaky faucet or when there is a clock ticking.  I can't even sleep when I hear someone else breathing while they are sleeping - it makes me crazy!  Sometimes I'll sleep with earplugs, but they make the inside of my ears itch.   We have an oscillating fan in our bedroom that acts as white noise for me (for B, he needs it because "(he) gets hot in (his) sleep").  I remember being annoyed by the fan on several occasions when we've set it so it wouldn't oscillate (you just push a button).  I get annoyed because even though it isn't rotating anymore, the motor in the fan still makes a sound like it is oscillating.  You can hear it change (well, maybe only I can with my superhuman hearing), and I can't take it!   I have a special way of dealing with this - aggressively moving the head of the fan around to stop the motor from trying to oscillate (I'm positive it helps).  I have it "set" now so that you can't hear the motor...I just have to make sure B doesn't touch it :)  (and he doesn't) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think silence is deafening when I'm working on a paper.  When I really need to crank something out in a 4-6 hours, I usually play a movie on my DVD player while working.  This can't be just any movie...it has to be a movie that I've seen thousands of times.  When I was an undergrad, those movies were "You've Got Mail" or "Step Mom" (heehee).  I don't have copies of either of them anymore, so currently it's any one of the following: "The Fugitive" (haha), "Bridget Jones's Diary", "Center Stage", "The Long Kiss Goodnight", or "Baby Boom".  Strange variety, I know.  But, it's amazing how much work I get through when I have those movies playing.  When I'm working at the office, my productivity really spikes when I listen to Justin Timberlake or Ladytron.  Two very different genres of music, yet I can work like no other when I'm listening to them.  I'm really no different than I was 10-15 years ago...I was always studying and/or doing homework while watching TV or listening to my CD player.  Old habits never die, I guess (or do they die hard?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do wish I wasn't still so addicted to TV...maybe next year I'll give it up for Lent...we shall see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-8389248156163289985?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8389248156163289985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sound-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/8389248156163289985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/8389248156163289985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-6599422904451642427</id><published>2009-03-29T20:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:47:27.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarred for Life</title><content type='html'>As a result of my recent accident, I now have two scars on the inside and outside of my left leg.  They are significant sizes - the scar on the inside of my leg is about 4" long, while the scar on the outside of my leg is about 8" long (keep in mind they are holding some good stuff inside like a sizable amount of surgical steel and screws).  I know people are in awe of my scars, and I'm not sure why.  I know they are not envious of my scars.  I know they wish the scars never even existed.  But, I also know that people love gore.  I think they just can't help looking at (and in some cases touching) the scars.  I find it amusing, and it's easy for me to talk about with people.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had several people suggest different products that can be used to help conceal or lessen the scars.  While I appreciate the suggestions, I simply reply by generally saying "Thanks, but I like my scars the way they are".  I could try to say something philosophical about my scars (e.g., I look at them as a reminder of how unpredictable life is), but I don't think that's necessary or completely true.  The truth for me is that I don't want to hide them, because I'm not embarrassed or ashamed of them.  When I tell people this, they look at me like I'm foolish for not wanting to treat them.  Perhaps, they have had traumatizing experiences that resulted in scars (I hope not!) or maybe they just think my scars are ugly.  I don't ask.  But for my personal situation, I am indifferent to the appearances of my scars.  If they look better later in life - great!  If they look the same or worse later in life - fine!  I don't think the appearances of my scars will affect my confidence or my everyday attitude.  I won't forget how I got them, but I won't dwell on it either.  I'm just happy to be (generally) healthy again - scars and all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-6599422904451642427?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6599422904451642427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/scarred-for-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/6599422904451642427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/6599422904451642427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/scarred-for-life.html' title='Scarred for Life'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-3689844863071019289</id><published>2009-03-27T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:04:57.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can walk!</title><content type='html'>OK...I've actually been able to walk on both of my feet for a few weeks now with the aid of my walking cast (aka das boot).  But today I'm going to attempt walking without das boot for the entire day.  This may sound like a small feat to you, but it's not so much to me.  I'm a very active and independent person, and this injury was very difficult for me in that I really needed all the help I could get.  Of course, I will take your help if/when I need it (I was so very fortunate to have my family come to help me along with my great friend, MR, and my hubby that all helped me with all the simple tasks while I was laid up for 6 weeks), but I prefer to accomplish small everyday tasks on my own.  Something as simple as taking my dog out was pretty much unfeasible when I was hobbling on crutches and one leg.  So it's pretty exciting to be able to literally stand on my own two feet and get shit done, whether it's taking my dog out, going to the post office, or picking up some groceries.  I suppose working on research fits in there, too...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've already taken my dog out twice now without das boot, and it's been great!  I feel like I can hear "born free" playing as I step out into the sun with my dog in tow.  Soon, I'll even be able to run again...but for now, I'll settle for the "cool walk" (as passed down from my dad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-3689844863071019289?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3689844863071019289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-walk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/3689844863071019289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8004443623561310003/posts/default/3689844863071019289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-walk.html' title='I can walk!'/><author><name>Meredith B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15304880313836992511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVaXo2Ut7Yo/Scj-AXFjVUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ataLmuC8Bkk/S220/Copy+of+Hawaii+Honeymoon+024_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004443623561310003.post-6570861792058441954</id><published>2009-03-24T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:22:26.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired?</title><content type='html'>I don't really have a purpose to this blog...it just provides a place for me to yap about crap (contrary to only thinking about crap).  Lucky you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually...I was recently injured, and I really feel like a different person now that I'm getting more mobile again.  So much, that I got a new haircut and will probably shower every day.  I think this space will help me find my way to being an even better person (that's right, I thought I was a good person before).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This small blog is just one part of my purple life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004443623561310003-6570861792058441954?l=allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allofmypurplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6570861792058441954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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