<?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-194921992524309221</id><updated>2011-09-06T06:37:09.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You in the Morning . . .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4144548612297497057</id><published>2010-12-09T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:01:01.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead . . . Yet</title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Natasha. Remember me? I used to post here.  My last post according to blogspot was May 24, 2010.  Update coming soon. Now how's that for a teaser?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4144548612297497057?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4144548612297497057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4144548612297497057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4144548612297497057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4144548612297497057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead . . . Yet'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1711966082117589240</id><published>2010-05-24T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:10:58.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachlorette</title><content type='html'>I really didn't intend on watching this show tonight. I was happily watching DWTS and this just happens to come on afterwards.  I haven't watched this show since Trista and her poem writing Ryan hooked up on the Season 1.  Some thoughts 1/2 hr into the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will not be able to suppress my laughter everytime I hear some combination of the phrase: "are you here for the right reasons?" "YOU AREN'T HERE FOR THE RIGHT REASONS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- favorite moment so far: when the dudes in one of those limos cheer to "Jake" with blue party cups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- anytime there's a pro wrestler involved, it's going to be a good time. this dude's stage name is Rated R. And he's a gimp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Five guys out of the limo and I'm tired of the giggles. I might not make it to the end of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This lawyer dude looks sleezy. He ISN'T HERE FOR THE RIGHT REASONS! I can feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love it when she watches them walk in. Totally checking out the meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 15 dudes in. favorites so far: the screenwriter who jumped out of the limo, Rated-R, mr. cubic zaronia. They obviously are here for the right reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- take that back. newest funniest moment: homeboy who wore cowboy boots and thought she wore them on the Bachelor. he obviously IS THERE FOR THE RIGHT REASONS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- other good lines: "i made a scrapbook for her. I even went to a scrapbook store." pansy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The dude Kasey from Klovis Kalifornia needs to stop talking like there's a plastic bag over his mouth. Slow down crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shooter is an idiot. He ain't going get any cooter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is more sad, the fact that I'm actually watching this show or the fact that apparently I'm so jaded that I can't even feel a twinge of awe. But then again, I spend all my emotional energy making fun of everything and everyone on this show.  It takes a lot of energy to FIND OUT WHO IS HERE FOR THE RIGHT REASONS. doi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1711966082117589240?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1711966082117589240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1711966082117589240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1711966082117589240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1711966082117589240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/05/bachlorette.html' title='The Bachlorette'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-7530114170435006687</id><published>2010-05-18T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:35:03.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Costco and I wanted to share a thought I had while I was waiting in the gas line.  Do most cars have their gas thing on the left side (when looking at from the back)? I swear the line is always longer for those who have the gas thing on the left.  Which cars have the gas thing on the right side?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-7530114170435006687?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7530114170435006687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=7530114170435006687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7530114170435006687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7530114170435006687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-7189764808620980123</id><published>2010-04-27T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:12:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of Studying . . .</title><content type='html'>as I should be. I am planning Miso's new summer do. I (as in my mom, since he attacks all groomers) will be attempting to pull off a lion cut. So from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S9cavbhBhgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/T7x5--ukDk8/s1600/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S9cavbhBhgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/T7x5--ukDk8/s200/IMG_0575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464866074979829250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fancytailsgrooming.com/images/DogPics/pom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.fancytailsgrooming.com/images/DogPics/pom.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Notice the subtle layering. So chic. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-7189764808620980123?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7189764808620980123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=7189764808620980123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7189764808620980123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7189764808620980123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/04/instead-of-studying.html' title='Instead of Studying . . .'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S9cavbhBhgI/AAAAAAAAAvo/T7x5--ukDk8/s72-c/IMG_0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-5518790623439962907</id><published>2010-04-19T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:21:24.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Bookmark for now</title><content type='html'>I was on SFGate.com and I ran across this article in the "Mommy Files."  Don't panic, I'm not preggers, the headline just caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfmoms/detail?entry_id=61624&amp;amp;tsp=1"&gt;Suburban vs. urban moms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Going to the article, here is the lead in: &lt;em&gt;Is there a difference between the mom who lives in Danville and the mom who's raising her family in Noe Valley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;I have to agree with this comment that someone posted in response to the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This should be title White Upper Middle Class Urban Moms versus White Upper Middle Class Suburban Moms. Clearly this was written for and about that demographic" &lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there? I'll come back to this later, as I am at my internship and I want to mentally munch on this for a little.  I have always considered myself a city girl who lives in a weird hybrid of a suburb.  I can't call SSF a true suburb as it really is right next to SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the blogpost that was referenced in the article: http://womoments.com/2010/04/womo-in-the-burbs/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-5518790623439962907?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5518790623439962907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=5518790623439962907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5518790623439962907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5518790623439962907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-bookmark-for-now.html' title='Just a Bookmark for now'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3927649930533584887</id><published>2010-04-15T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:38:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Get Back on Karma's Good Side</title><content type='html'>Just a disclaimer to anyone who reads my blog, I'm going to spend probably the next two or three posts flushing some stuff out of my mind.  It probably will be the whiny, fatalistic kinds of posts.  But right now, I feel like I need this.  I need to flush the shit so I can feel lighter and ready to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been feeling really toxic.  I managed to nail down the right word this afternoon so I have to rush and blog before my ADD mind forgets and moves on.  What started out as negativity has now turned into toxic-ity (is that as word?) and I know something is wrong because I don't feel bad about it.  Most people wouldn't classify me as a negative person or even a mean person, and I will have to agree.  I might have negative or mean thoughts but I always felt bad about them afterwards.  And that is how I gauge whether my negativity is toxic.  Apparently now, I just don't care.  This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the negativity? I'm not exactly sure.  Perhaps it's because I'm turning 30 and have accomplished nothing I thought I would.  I live at home with my parents (they are lovely so I shouldn't complain too much) and I feel like my life is at a constant state of idle.  I don't do idle.  I'd rather have Miso poop on me than be idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because sometimes I feel so alone even though I have friends.  I love all my friends, but everyone is doing so great and moving forward in their lives I just hate to be the debbie downer.  But shit, I am down.  Real down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear mr. karma god/goddess, I am sorry for hoping that my ex bf's baby looks like a horse (no, not the ex with the same last name. i hope that baby is cute).  I am also sorry for wishing that perky chick at the gym falls on her face on the treadmill.  Oh, and I'm really for secretly calling at least 20 people a whore or a douche.  While I am at it, I'm really sorry for wishing an accidental pregnancy on someone.  Now are we even? B/c as much as kid around, being mean really doesn't have any benefits.  It just makes you petty and bitter.  And unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3927649930533584887?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3927649930533584887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3927649930533584887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3927649930533584887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3927649930533584887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/04/trying-to-get-back-on-karmas-good-side.html' title='Trying to Get Back on Karma&apos;s Good Side'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-8241564421382673589</id><published>2010-04-12T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:54:42.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead.</title><content type='html'>So, I've got a little less than an hour before my partnership tax class so I figured I'd stop in and blog a bit.  Hello, my five followers.  I have missed you even though I talk to most of you on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like new country music now.   I feel like I have to specify what type of country lest people get confused.  I like me some Lady Antebellum, Sugarland and some Carrie Underwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have class on Wednesday nights so I can possibly have a life now.  Like a post-work drinks kind of life. The best kind that involves booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bff is getting married and is going slowly insane.  But since I love her and hold her hand as I thumb through five million variations of short white dresses on the internets and as I try to convince to her to let me consume more than two drinks before I give my maid of hour speech while wearing my "maid of hour" glittered sash.  She is so unreasonable sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be dividing my summer between SF and Sac. I am interning for free (b/c that is the only work that I can qualify for) at the Franchise Tax Board in Sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be graduating from my LLM program this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miso is turning 6 this summer. I am already planning his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.party4paws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dog_licking_lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 430px;" src="http://www.party4paws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/dog_licking_lips.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that's not a Papillon but with the weight that Miso has been putting on lately, he's getting close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-8241564421382673589?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8241564421382673589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=8241564421382673589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8241564421382673589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8241564421382673589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead.'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4039641028868408387</id><published>2010-03-31T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:42:18.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>I am suppose to be researching something for my internship but I have decided to take a time out to blog.  I think it might be therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned in my previous blog, I have been feeling a little overwhelmed lately.  I don't understand how someone so unemployed and poor can be so busy.  I really am the busiest unemployed person I know.  Yes, yes, I know.  I am a student.  It is true.  I have class four nights a week and I intern two of those days.  But it just feels like everything else in my life is spinning at the same time.  I enjoy being busy, I really do.  But it has gotten to the point where I am feeling a bit overwhelmed and need a break.  Thankfully, after tonight,  I will only have class three nights a week.   This is how I am going to recuperate.  I have made the following list of things to do to relax a little this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play with the doggies. Perhaps go to a dog park if it's not too rainy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay a visit to the creme brulee cart @Fabric8 on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat a burrito.&lt;br /&gt;4. Make a batch of cookies for my fun International Taxation class on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do my taxes (relaxing only because it's been nagging at me for a while now)&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy something small for myself. Something under $25.00.&lt;br /&gt;7. Read a chapter of the Book of Basketball. &lt;3 you Bill Simmons.&lt;br /&gt;8. Start Season 5 of The Wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That now I am excited for this week to end. Now I can get back to work.   What do you do to relax?  Do your relaxing activities revolve around food like mine? &lt;3 you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4039641028868408387?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4039641028868408387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4039641028868408387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4039641028868408387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4039641028868408387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/03/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock Tick Tock'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-344213702509883182</id><published>2010-03-19T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:20:40.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Talker</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging a lot lately, I know.  There are two reasons for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my life has gotten redonkulously busy.  I have classes four nights a week and I intern on Monday and Wednesday.  I have dogs and I have family and friends, all of which are not getting sufficient attention.  And I have to study.  So basically I haven't had the time to apportion (goddamn you State and Local Tax class) the necessary time to blog properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have noticed that I am a talker before a writer.  I am a lot better expressing my feelings and emotions through verbal communication.  Perhaps this is because in a verbal format, I feel more comfortable adding slang and ungrammatical phrase.  Or maybe it's just because I usually talk without thinking, which never happens when I blog.  Being a talker first, I feel like I've discussed a lot of potential blog topics with people which makes writing them seem less fresh.  I just end up feeling like I'm repeating myself.  Maybe I should just keep my potential blog topics to myself and just surprise all five of my readers at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hencehereforth, I will attempt to blog more often.  I like to read about my friends lives in their blogs so perhaps I should contribute more to this blogasphere.  This shall start today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I joined twitter. find me, follow me, love me. Wait until I get internet on my phone and I will be a force to be reckoned with.  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-344213702509883182?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/344213702509883182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=344213702509883182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/344213702509883182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/344213702509883182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-talker.html' title='I&apos;m a Talker'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4791729282749753550</id><published>2010-02-20T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:47:38.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted - December 28, 2009 to be exact.  After a very slow December, life has picked up at such a fanatic  pace that I am struggling to keep up.  I'm not really complaining because this is so much better than having nothing to do.  I just spend more money on caffeine and spend less time with the dogs (sadsies). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to give up fried foods for Lent. Even though I am not Catholic, I join in on the Lent fun every year.  I like to think of it as a mental challenge rather than a spiritual thing.  In Lent accomplishments, I believe my record is 1-8.  As in, I have only met my Lent goal once.  And I think I set my goal real low (gave up Kit-Kats) that year. I even tried giving up friend foods before. I think I gave in one drunk night with a basket full of Villard chicken strips and fries.  But this year might be my year.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4791729282749753550?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4791729282749753550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4791729282749753550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4791729282749753550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4791729282749753550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6890493046334566324</id><published>2009-12-28T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:55:38.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me Get some Hi-Chews and I'm Outtie</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been to Daiso?  It is basically an amazing store full of so much useless $1.50 stuff it's ridiculous.  Not everything is $1.50 but most of it is.  They have two of my current obsessions - Hi-Chews and Banana Keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hi-chew.com/images/hichew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.hi-chew.com/images/hichew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These Japanese candies so sooooo good.  They are these rectangular chewy candies that are oh so tasty.  I just ate seven of them in a row.  My personal favorite is the melon flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Banana Keeper must have been the best Christmas gift I gave this year.  My friends Jenny and Wincy loved them.  They keep your bananas unsquished and will get people staring at you.  What more could you want?  They did come in green and yellow, which are Ducks colors I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2276016565_41538ac63e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2276016565_41538ac63e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6890493046334566324?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6890493046334566324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6890493046334566324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6890493046334566324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6890493046334566324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-get-some-hi-chews-and-im-outtie.html' title='Let me Get some Hi-Chews and I&apos;m Outtie'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2276016565_41538ac63e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-2853456977580919929</id><published>2009-12-26T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:50:52.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana  Bread Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SzaS-ib3IyI/AAAAAAAAAsw/wiTXLEdM0Bc/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SzaS-ib3IyI/AAAAAAAAAsw/wiTXLEdM0Bc/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419680804680180514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second project from my new Baking Illustrated: Banana Bread.  The hardest part of this recipe was waiting for the bananas to properly ripen.  The one time I wanted fruit to hurry and ripen (to the point of black and squishy-ness), it felt like it took weeks.  Either way, I love bread and I really love my banana bread.  It was a success and it is almost gone.  I am one step closer to baking goddess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-2853456977580919929?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2853456977580919929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=2853456977580919929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2853456977580919929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2853456977580919929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/banana-bread-success.html' title='Banana  Bread Success'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SzaS-ib3IyI/AAAAAAAAAsw/wiTXLEdM0Bc/s72-c/IMG_0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4298970585443150490</id><published>2009-12-16T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:03:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SylLBRelpuI/AAAAAAAAAso/Rd9ggkl7Z_k/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SylLBRelpuI/AAAAAAAAAso/Rd9ggkl7Z_k/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415942512133383906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the extent of my Christmas spirit this year.&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/194921992524309221-4298970585443150490?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4298970585443150490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4298970585443150490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4298970585443150490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4298970585443150490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-spirit.html' title='That&apos;s the Spirit'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SylLBRelpuI/AAAAAAAAAso/Rd9ggkl7Z_k/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-5701712438921247286</id><published>2009-12-16T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:30:42.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in Code</title><content type='html'>I have found that women (myself included) often talk about men in code.  More specifically, we often give our boyfriend/significant other/lover/sometimes lover/booty call/one night stand nicknames.  The nickname usually corresponds with some sort of distinguishing characteristic of the guy.  For example, I dated a guy who was very pale.  We called him Paley.  I dated a guy who liked to hold my hand. (I don't like holding hands.)  I called him Handholder.  He became a d_bag. Now I call him D_bag (insert name).  &lt;-- not very as subtle as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often wondered two things.  First, why do we do this?  Second, do guys do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of my suggested that she thinks she give them nicknames as a way to avoid intimacy.  By calling them something else besides their name, she subconsciously avoid getting to close.  Another friend had a more practical reason.  She's hooked up with a person at work and doesn't want the other people to know so she uses code.  Makes sense.  I just think nicknames are fun.  They just come naturally when I gossip with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to ask a couple of guy friends about whether they give women nicknames.  Apparently they don't do it that much.  However, I suspect that if they do give nicknames, I'm sure they are more on the lewd end.  Or they just call the girl "that crazy chick." I hear that a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-5701712438921247286?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5701712438921247286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=5701712438921247286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5701712438921247286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5701712438921247286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-in-code.html' title='Love in Code'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4609098559484507736</id><published>2009-12-11T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:11:11.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Okay so I lied.  But tonight, I baked my first batch of cookies from the new cookbook Marie got me for Christmas.  It's called Baking Illustrated and I love it.  It's written by the people from America's Test Kitchen.  The first recipe I tried was the Peanut Butter Cookies. I also did a batch with chocolate chips as well.  They turned out so very good and that's my crazy Friday night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I will upgrade from Seasoned Rookie to Neophyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture from my tonight's creations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SyMJvXQgcqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Jch2yYlOTUg/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SyMJvXQgcqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Jch2yYlOTUg/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414181886331220642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4609098559484507736?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4609098559484507736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4609098559484507736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4609098559484507736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4609098559484507736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-crazy-friday-night.html' title='My Crazy Friday Night'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SyMJvXQgcqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Jch2yYlOTUg/s72-c/IMG_0700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6137911261403464315</id><published>2009-12-11T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:02:31.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law and Stuff</title><content type='html'>So, I was browsing one of my favorite blogs &lt;a href="http://taxprof.typepad.com/"&gt;TaxProf Blog&lt;/a&gt; (don't judge, I like tax) and I came across this post publishing a survey that Lexis did called the &lt;a href="http://legalblogwatch.typepad.com/files/state-of-the-legal-industry-survey---executive-summary.pdf"&gt;State of the Legal Industry&lt;/a&gt;.  The most interesting highlight that it had was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One fifth (21%) of law school students say that based on the changing&lt;br /&gt;legal marketplace, they regret attending law school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of times where I can say that I really do agree with that statement.  Sometimes I wonder whether I have sold myself to the devil by going to law school.  Being held down with the massive amount of debt from law school, I often feel really trapped in my employment options.  It's like I have to be a lawyer, or at the minimum be something that will pay me a lawyer's salary in order to fulfill my potential.  It's not like right after college where you have a choice to "follow your dreams" and be whatever you want.  Instead of providing a path of shining light to the promise land, I have emerged from law school completely unsatisfied with life, really poor, in massive debt and just clueless.  That was soooooo not worth the 30K per year in tuition I paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6137911261403464315?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6137911261403464315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6137911261403464315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6137911261403464315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6137911261403464315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/law-and-stuff.html' title='Law and Stuff'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-7841197438961948835</id><published>2009-12-10T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:18:27.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest!!</title><content type='html'>As some of you might know, my friend Michelle Woo has a great &lt;a href="http://www.michellewoo.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. She is the most famous Michelle Woo there is.  Even more famous than the realtor Michelle Woo from Bellevue, Washington.  She is one the wittiest, trendiest, and hip bloggers I know.  She is in the middle of planning her wedding and is holding a contest for a free $100 Visa card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the contest: http://www.michellewoo.com/2009/12/10/the-ultimate-wedding-stuff-making-party-%E2%80%94-and-another-giveaway/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-7841197438961948835?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7841197438961948835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=7841197438961948835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7841197438961948835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7841197438961948835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/contest.html' title='Contest!!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-8975378117007163294</id><published>2009-12-06T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:13:13.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about my new year's resolutions early this year. I know it's a little early but since my goals seem to be a bit lofty this year, I'm going to get a head start.  Starting . . . NOW.  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Find a job. Finish school.  These things kind of go hand in hand so I put them together.  If I do not find a traditional lawyer job by my 30th birthday in November, I am really considering leaving the legal field all together.  Perhaps it's just not meant to be.  But perhaps it is.  We shall see in 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Move out of my parents house.  As must as I love the parentals, I refuse to be 30 and living in my parents house.  That would just be ridiculous.  But I must move close enough where Miso can get free doggie daycare services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sign up for Chinese class.  I've been wanting to learn Chinese for the last 5 yrs.  This is the year. I will sign up for online class in the Winter semester and learn the Zhongwen.  By the end of the year, I will be able to say ni hao ma without Chinese people cringing at my horrible accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be pretty this year.  I feel like I've been letting myself slide in the girly department.  It might be my obsession with fantasy basketball or football but I need to start paying more attention to myself in the looks department.  Perhaps some new clothes? A new look? I'm trying to grow out my hair so maybe that will help a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those are enough resolutions to follow in 2010.  I really want to be realistic in my goals so four is all I can really realistically handle.  Wish me lucks peoples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-8975378117007163294?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8975378117007163294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=8975378117007163294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8975378117007163294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8975378117007163294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/ny-resolutions.html' title='NY Resolutions'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4492332178371605270</id><published>2009-11-22T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:04:38.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 11 picks</title><content type='html'>Two excuses.  First, I forgot that there was a Thursday night game. So I'll just call that one a loss.  Second, the games have just started so I'm going to just hammer some picks out . . . as I watch Alex Smith get sacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detroit&lt;/span&gt; (-3) -- Detroit&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAX &lt;/span&gt;(-8) - JAX&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KC&lt;/span&gt; (-11) - Pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indy &lt;/span&gt;at Ravens (-2) -- Ravens&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giants &lt;/span&gt;(-7)  -- Giants&lt;br /&gt;SF at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green Bay&lt;/span&gt; - (-6) -- SF&lt;br /&gt;Seattle at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minnesota &lt;/span&gt;(-11) -- Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;Washington at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dallas &lt;/span&gt;(-11) -- Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; at TB (-10) -- NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arizona &lt;/span&gt;at St. Louis (-8 1/2) -- Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Jets at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt; (-10 1/2) -- NE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cincy &lt;/span&gt;at Oakland (- 8 1/2) -- Cincy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SD&lt;/span&gt; at Denver (- 6  1/2) -- SD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philly &lt;/span&gt;at Chicago (-3) -- Philly&lt;br /&gt;Titans at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Houston &lt;/span&gt;(-4) -- Titans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4492332178371605270?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4492332178371605270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4492332178371605270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4492332178371605270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4492332178371605270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-11-picks.html' title='Week 11 picks'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-2978193376686373137</id><published>2009-11-19T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:00:07.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to pride myself on being someone who liked order.  I got satisfaction in making lists and always having a plan.  Everything felt right when it was scheduled.  I have learned that perhaps this aspect of my personality is significantly contributing to my current unhappiness.  I never liked not knowing where I was going.  I never liked being a relationship that was not convenient.  I don't like it when I can't seem to adequately plan for things.  I have a plan alright. It's just that I can't seem to follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am going and it bothers me. It's like a weight that presses on my chest every waking moment of my day.  I wake up in my room, in my parents house and wonder what kind of life am I living.  Yes, this is a debbie downer blogpost but it's my blog and you don't have to read it if you don't want to.  I am not happy.  Everyday I wake up feeling like something is chipping at my soul.  I feel so suffocated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-2978193376686373137?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2978193376686373137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=2978193376686373137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2978193376686373137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2978193376686373137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-used-to-pride-myself-on-being-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4721632875730026008</id><published>2009-11-17T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:19:28.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3-12. I guess I'm not a total loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4721632875730026008?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4721632875730026008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4721632875730026008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4721632875730026008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4721632875730026008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3557310136351502739</id><published>2009-11-16T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:07:54.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2-12 heading into MNF. There is a reason why I'm using fake Natasha money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3557310136351502739?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3557310136351502739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3557310136351502739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3557310136351502739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3557310136351502739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-12-heading-into-mnf.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3694724335792241361</id><published>2009-11-14T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:02:19.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 10</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine told me that one of the reasons why I keep losing on my picks is because I pick teams like Niners to win all the time.  And to that, I say, ha!  The Niners won and they beat the spread so I am 1-0 for Week 10 thus far.  Let's hope that my luck keeps going.  It is my birthday today and I deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacksonville at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jets &lt;/span&gt;(-7)&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Sanchez is still hot and although I love MJD, I think the Jets will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denver &lt;/span&gt;at Washington (-3 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm taking Denver for this one.  On a podcast this week, Bill Simmons and some other NFL dude were saying that Jason Campbell is posting up career stats this year.  That is surprising considering Washinton kind of stinks and Chris Cooley is out for the season.  Either way, I'm going with Kyle Orton and the Broncos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cincy at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/span&gt; (-7)&lt;br /&gt;- This should be a good game. I am a believer of Cincy but Pittsburgh has been a bit under the radar. Hm, I'll go with Pittsburgh since I find it hard to believe that Cincy will win at Pittsburgh and that the Steelers will allow them to get beat twice in the same season by the same team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenneesee &lt;/span&gt;(-7 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going with the underdog in Buffalo.   They suck but I'm mad at Tenneesee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minnesota &lt;/span&gt;(- 17)&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, 17 pts.  Well, it's my birthday and I will make stupid picks if I want to. I say Detroit because I don't think Minnesota can beat this huge spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;at St. Louis (-14)&lt;br /&gt;- I surprised this one isn't more than 14.  Esp with the explosiveness of NO.  They will give Favre and the Vikings 17 but do the same for NO? I guess not. NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlanta &lt;/span&gt;at Carolina (-1 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Atlanta. I don't think they are that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miami &lt;/span&gt;(-10)&lt;br /&gt;- I actually watched the Miami game last week and I was quite impressed. Since I am stuck with regular cable, I have to watch what's broadcasted on regular t.v. which can be depressing when there are 5 really good teams and 10 really bad teams.  Anyways, last week was a good week for the morning games. The NE and Miami game was one of them. I like Miami and I like Chad Henne.  And I like them to win this game with the spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oakland &lt;/span&gt;(-1 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- I wrote the above paragraph before I saw this game.  Crap, and since it's an Oakland game, I might have to watch this (unless it is blacked out).  Fine, Oakland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arizona&lt;/span&gt; (-8 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- The Cardinals are so unpredictable and weird. And Kurt Warner dyes his hair. Based on those reasons, I'm going with Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philly at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Diego&lt;/span&gt; (-1)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going with SD here. Andy Reid needs to lose some weight. It's for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dallas &lt;/span&gt;at Green Bay (-3)&lt;br /&gt;- Playing at GB is kind of difficult but the Cowboys looked good last week. At least from what I saw. I'm going with Dallas. And I love Tony Romo. Stop rolling your eyes. I said it. I love Tony Romo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NE at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indy &lt;/span&gt;(-3)&lt;br /&gt;- Oooo, this game should be real good. I'm excited just thinking about it. I'm going to go with NE here because Indy is undefeated and they didn't exactly win very handlely (spelling?) last week. NE is supposedly a lot better than they were in the first three weeks. I think this will be a high scoring game because both defenses aren't very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baltimore &lt;/span&gt;at Cleveland (-11)&lt;br /&gt;- Cleveland still has a team?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3694724335792241361?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3694724335792241361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3694724335792241361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3694724335792241361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3694724335792241361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-10.html' title='Week 10'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-7582598916486704245</id><published>2009-11-12T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:10:09.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Hello.  It's been a while since my last post (and emotional breakdown) but I am back sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to say, I made a bomb diggity thai red curry and that I think the Niners should win tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas favors the Niners by 3 1/2 and I agree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Niners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Saturday is my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-7582598916486704245?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7582598916486704245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=7582598916486704245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7582598916486704245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7582598916486704245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-7952164025760262067</id><published>2009-10-27T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:19:55.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8-5;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of failing at life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-7952164025760262067?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7952164025760262067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=7952164025760262067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7952164025760262067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7952164025760262067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-5-and-im-tired-of-failing-at-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3392844130376347040</id><published>2009-10-25T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:53:13.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7</title><content type='html'>Crap. I totally forgot to do this until this morning. This will be quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SD&lt;/span&gt; at KC (-5 1/2) - SD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indy &lt;/span&gt;at St. Louis (-14)  - Indy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago  &lt;/span&gt;at Cincy (-1) - Cincy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GB&lt;/span&gt; at Cleveland (-9) - GB&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pittsburgh &lt;/span&gt;(-6) Pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NE &lt;/span&gt;at TB (-15 1/2) NE&lt;br /&gt;SF at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Houston &lt;/span&gt;(-3 1/2) - SF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jets &lt;/span&gt;at Oakland (-6) - Oakland&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt; (-7) - Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;at Miami (-6) - NO&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dallas &lt;/span&gt;(-5) - Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;Arizona at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giants &lt;/span&gt;(-7) - Giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philly &lt;/span&gt;at Washington (-7) - Philly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3392844130376347040?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3392844130376347040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3392844130376347040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3392844130376347040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3392844130376347040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-7.html' title='Week 7'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-2023492304066109079</id><published>2009-10-17T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:41:25.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 6 Picks</title><content type='html'>Coming to you from LA, here are my picks for Week 6. I need a comeback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; (-6 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- The Redskins didn't do me any favors last week.  But I'll stick with them this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cincy&lt;/span&gt; (-5 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Carlson Palmer is playing so much better. Probably the reason why they are 4-1 as well. Going to read Ochocinco's new book? Child please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/span&gt; (-14)&lt;br /&gt;- Steelers. This game isn't woth more than nine words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minnesota &lt;/span&gt;(-3)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm still nursing my broken heart from Week 3. I hate you Brett Favre. Go Ravens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Louis at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacksonville &lt;/span&gt;(- 9 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- St. Louis, but not because they will win. Only because Jacksonville won't cover the spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giants at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N.O.&lt;/span&gt; (-3)&lt;br /&gt;- Love Drew Brees. Go Saints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina &lt;/span&gt;at Tampa Bay (-3)&lt;br /&gt;- Carolina is actually favored by the oddsmakers. Perhaps it's because they are playing the Bucs.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with Carolina. Out of sympathy of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green Bay&lt;/span&gt; (-14)&lt;br /&gt;- Aaron Rodgers needs a better O'line. But they are playing Detroit. I will go with GB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philly &lt;/span&gt;at Oakland (- 14)&lt;br /&gt;- Oakland is going to lose but Philly can't make the spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seattle &lt;/span&gt;(- 3)&lt;br /&gt;- Did you watch Hasselbeck last week? He went crazy. They are so different with him in the lineup. I say Seattle. Plus, they are playing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NY Jets&lt;/span&gt; (-9 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Jets. Mark Sanchez is hot. I will repeat that line every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titans at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt; (- 9 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- NE. Tom Brady is still dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlanta &lt;/span&gt;(-3 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denver at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Diego &lt;/span&gt;(- 3 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- SD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-2023492304066109079?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2023492304066109079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=2023492304066109079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2023492304066109079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2023492304066109079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-6-picks.html' title='Week 6 Picks'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-7396117171360048582</id><published>2009-10-13T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:44:58.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadsies. I don't even want to calculate it. First week with a losing record. Maybe I shouldn't quit the lawyer stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-7396117171360048582?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7396117171360048582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=7396117171360048582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7396117171360048582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7396117171360048582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/sadsies.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-5835772064477258810</id><published>2009-10-09T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:50:14.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5 Picks</title><content type='html'>It's Friday night and I am home.  So I will do my picks for this week's NFL picks.  I've found that I'm not very good at picking but maybe I'm just starting to get my groove. I posted 10 wins last week, which is one more than the week before. That's a start right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, why don't they have those lower calorie packs for Ho-Hos?  They are so good, and not good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minnesota &lt;/span&gt;at St. Louis (-10)&lt;br /&gt;- For reals? Just 10 points? Even it went to 14 I would have chosen the Vikings. God, how I hate Brett Favre.  I'm starting to think that he actually enjoys this whole villain role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt; at KC (-8)&lt;br /&gt;- Dallas. Poor Tony Romo. I bet Jessica Simpson put a curse on him after he dumped her.  Come to think of it, I've put some nice curses on some of my ex-boyfriends . . . keeeding. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt; (-4)&lt;br /&gt;- You know, I'm going to go with Washington this week. Why? I just don't know why. Jason Campbell will do something nice this weekend. I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampa Bay at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philly&lt;/span&gt; (-15)&lt;br /&gt;- From the one play that I was able to catch on ESPN, that Joe Johnson kid looks like of good. But apparently that was just for that one drive. And I'm not even sure if that's his name. Philly, Donovan is back this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oakland at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giants&lt;/span&gt; (-15)&lt;br /&gt;- Ugh, all these games so far suck. This is a ridiculous game. Garbage. Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buffalo &lt;/span&gt;(-6)&lt;br /&gt;- Ugh, another bad game. I might have to sleep in on Sunday, till 1.  For what it's worth, I'm going for Cleveland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cincy at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/span&gt; (-8 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm, now this is more like it. Carson Palmer is looking good right now. In my attempt to break mediocrity, I'm going to go with Cincy.  Actually, I'm thinking that Cincy loses the game and Baltimore doesn't cover the spread. So I guess that means I'm going with Cincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steelers &lt;/span&gt;at Detroit (10 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Going with the Steelers and Ben Maybe/Maybe Not a Rapist.  Mendenhall was a beast last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SF &lt;/span&gt;(-2 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- This is going to be a good test for my Niners this week.  The D was awesome last week with my new love of my life Patrick Willis returning an interception for a touchtown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New England&lt;/span&gt; at Denver (-3)&lt;br /&gt;- Why does Vegas give so much love to the Pats? I'll admit that I was a Bronco doubter.  But last week make me a half believer.  I don't think the Pats have done that much to make me think they are going to win the game. Denver and I'm doing it begrudgingly because I know some really obnoxious Broncos fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arizona &lt;/span&gt;(-5 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to out there and bet on the Texans.  I have no idea who is on that team.  The last time I paid attention to them, David Carr was their quarterback and he had long hair.  That was a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacksonville at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seattle &lt;/span&gt;(-1 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Even with Hasselbeck starting, I'm going with Jacksonville and MJD.  One of the meanest things I've ever heard one girl say about another was that she had "MJD legs."  You know who you are, burrrrrn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indy&lt;/span&gt; at Tennessee (-4)&lt;br /&gt;- This is the week the Titans get their first win. I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jets &lt;/span&gt;at Miami (-2)&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Sanchez is still hot. and Miami is still mediocre. Jets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-5835772064477258810?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5835772064477258810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=5835772064477258810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5835772064477258810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5835772064477258810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-5-picks.html' title='Week 5 Picks'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-410310783803887581</id><published>2009-10-07T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:17:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went 8-5 last week for my NFL picks. That's one less win from last week. I think it was a good idea to not bet real money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-410310783803887581?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/410310783803887581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=410310783803887581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/410310783803887581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/410310783803887581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-went-8-5-last-week-for-my-nfl-picks.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-8940106802113463118</id><published>2009-10-03T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:44:53.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4 Picks</title><content type='html'>I think I'm starting to like this new experiment. I know most of you don't really care about my views on football but I need to write down my picks or I will forget.  So it's more of a recordkeeping process this whole blog-picks thing.  Anyways, here are my picks for Weeks 4.  I am 9-7 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oakland at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Houston  &lt;/span&gt;(-9)&lt;br /&gt;- Raiders are playing in Houston.  Raiders suck. Even &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=4528142"&gt;Jeff Garcia&lt;/a&gt; thinks you suck. Houston, by more than 10 I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tennessee &lt;/span&gt;at Jacksonville (-3)&lt;br /&gt;- What's going on Tennessee? I think this is the week they turn it around. Tennessee it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New England &lt;/span&gt;(-2)&lt;br /&gt;- One of three games I want to watch tomorrow.  I'm going with the home team and because Tom Brady is still so dreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cincy &lt;/span&gt;at Cleveland (-6)&lt;br /&gt;- Cincy. The Browns really suck. In a laughable way. Kiss the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giants&lt;/span&gt; at KC (-8 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt; (-10)&lt;br /&gt;- The Lions kind of screwed me last week but I should be happy they broke their losing streak. I don't think it's going to continue even though Jay Cutler is Bears' QB.  Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampa Bay at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; (- 7 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- The Bucs are such a mess.  On the bright said, I'll be cheering for them even though I think the Redskins will win and cover the spread.  The Bucs are starting &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/players/profile?playerId=11394"&gt;Josh Johnson&lt;/a&gt;.  He's cute and he's from Oakland. Must cheer for the local boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indy&lt;/span&gt; (-10)&lt;br /&gt;- Oi. Seattle is pretty banged up.  Hasselbeck is still out.  I would love this team but they are division rivals to my beloved Niners.  I have morals. (at least in the football world).  Indy. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOa66oav1jA"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was a pretty catch from last week by Reggie Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY Jets at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; (-7)&lt;br /&gt;- Another great game. Mark Sanchez is hot. I love Drew Brees. Who should I cheer for? I think I'm going with NO here.  I'm not one to chase after every new young hot thing that appears in life.  Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo at Miami (PK)&lt;br /&gt;- Ummm, I had to google what "PK" means. Apparently it means pick'em which either means there's no favorite or there's no point spread.  I guess that means that you just have to pick the winner.  And I pick Miami because I hate TO and I feel bad for Miami since Chad Pennington is out for the year.  Go 'Fins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rams at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niners &lt;/span&gt;(-9 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think I've been that close to tears after a regular season Niners game. I hate Brett Favre even more now.  Go away. I will never forgive you for this.  We need a whopping this week to make me feel better. Perfect, we're playingn the Rams. Go Niners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dallas &lt;/span&gt;at Denver (- 3)&lt;br /&gt;- I don't get it. Isn't Denver 3-0? And isn't Romo kind of medicre this year? Aren't the Cowboys playing on the road? Don't get me wrong, I love Tony Romo but I don't get these odds.  Maybe it's because Kycle Orton is the Bronco's QB?  Interesting. For the hell of it, I will go with Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pittsburgh &lt;/span&gt;(-6 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- I think this should be a good game as well.  I'm going to be cheering for the Steelers on this one. But I don't think they will cover the spread. I see this one coming down to a field goal. So . . . I'll say SD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Bay at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minnasota &lt;/span&gt;(-3 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- As I mention above, I hate Brett Favre. I will bet against him for the rest of the season. I love Aaron Rodgers. Go Packers.  This is going to be an awesome game.  I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, happy Saturday and Go Ducks and Go Bears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-8940106802113463118?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8940106802113463118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=8940106802113463118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8940106802113463118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8940106802113463118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-4-picks.html' title='Week 4 Picks'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3861567419797401183</id><published>2009-09-29T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:45:07.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Sadsies, 9-7. Stupid Redskins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3861567419797401183?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3861567419797401183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3861567419797401183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3861567419797401183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3861567419797401183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4106459734674726136</id><published>2009-09-25T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:44:39.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While, Hasn't It?</title><content type='html'>I know.  It's been awhile.  A lot of things have been happening since my last post which was . . . August 17th? Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I started school.  I like it. I am trying to make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Washington D.C. again. Saw Anne.  Ate a lot of seafood.  Saw the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Portland for Marie's wedding.  I shall post pics and talk more about that in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Football season started.  Which is my inspiration for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my post . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often listen to the B.S. Report while I workout.  Sometimes I feel as if I'm in a relationship with Bill Simmons.  I spend on average 3 hours listening to him just talk to people.  I read his columns.  I might even go to his book signing when he comes to San Francisco.  Even though he sounds like a guy I used to date (not really a good thing), I find him quite funny and entertaining.  He mixes the perfect amount of pop culture and sports to keep me interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of his most recent podcasts have gotten me interesting in gambling on NFL games.  Ever week in his column, he posts his picks for NFL games with short explanations why.  I shall do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a better alternative for me than fantasy football.  I don't like fantasy football for the following reasons.  First, I have grown up with football. My father wished I was a boy and to compensate for not getting one, he and I had Daddy Daughter football days.  We would sneak McDonalds (mom never brought me there) and watch football.  Having grown up with football and loving it, I don't necessarily need that draw of drafting players to get me into watching the games.  Second, I think it's kind of dorky to watch games while simultaneously refreshing your browser on your laptop to check your fantasy score.  Third, I think it's awkward to cheer for one person on one team and then cheer for another person on the other team.  That seems weird to me.  It feels as if you are taking away from the whole team aspect of the sport which takes a little something from my fun.  I like to cheer all or nothing.  It's "go [insert team]" not "go Adrian Peterson because you are on my fantasy team!" In conclusion, I am not a fan of fantasy football. Just don't.  Probably never will. Fantasy basketball is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my picks. Here they are. I don't really understand the whole spread thing but I will do my best with the explanation that was given to me.  There are favorites and there are underdogs.  Apparently the spread is the point difference you need to cover to win. Neophyte. Favorites are bolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee @&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NY Jets&lt;/span&gt; (-2 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- I think I'm going to take Tennessee here. Even though I think Mark Sanchez is very hot and the Jets have a very good defense, I'm going to go with my gut and go with the Titans.  They are 0-2, supposedly very good and are due for a win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacksonville @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Houston &lt;/span&gt;(-4)&lt;br /&gt;- The Jaguars kind of suck. Who is their QB again? Exactly. I'm going with the Texans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philly &lt;/span&gt;(-7 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Philly. If this game was at KC, I might have changed my mind purely because of the point spread.  Donovan is hurt and dogfighting lover isn't starting.  On a related note, I don't think I can ever cheer for Michael Vick.  Yes he has done his time and all but that doesn't mean I have to like him or cheer for him. As a doglover and dog owner, I can never really forget all the gruesomeness of it all. Everytime I hear or think about dogfighting, it makes me want to throw up. P.S. I think Andy Reid has lost some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/span&gt; (-13 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Those are a lot of points.  I'm going with the Ravens. I think they are that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giants &lt;/span&gt;@ Tampa Bay (- 6 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- As much as I hate Eli Manning (and boy, I do not like him), I think the Giants can win and cover this one.  Gosh, I hate Eli Manning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Washington &lt;/span&gt;@ Detroit (- 6 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- The Skins suck. But not as much as the Lions do. Going with the Redskins.  Poor little kitties.  Matt Millen is a better TV person than a GM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green Bay &lt;/span&gt;@ St. Louis (-6 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Is it my imagination or do the last four games seem like they are going to suck in terms of watchability? No fun. I'm going with GB here.  I love Aaron Rodgers.  No other reason. Just Aaron Rodgers. I never said I had a logical reason to like one team over another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Fran&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;@ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minnesota &lt;/span&gt;(-7)&lt;br /&gt;- Brett Favre needs to go away. For good. I'm sorry, I can't bet against my team. I think they will pull it off.  The spread is kind of dicey but I have faith in my gold and red.  One of my favorite movie lines ever was in "There's Something About Mary" when Camereon Diaz rejects Brett Favre and says "I'm a Niners fan!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patriots &lt;/span&gt;(4 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- Can't bet against a guy with the last name "Flacco."  I just made up this rule.  Also, the Pats are suck right now and may suck for the rest of the season. They D sucks and Tom Brady, although still dreamy, doesn't look right.  Must be tough, marrying a supermodel and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago &lt;/span&gt;@ Seattle (- 2 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- If the Seahawks weren't a division rival, they would be my second favorite team. I am very fond of the Pacific NW and I really think they might have a good team.  Too bad Hasselback got dinged.  Well not really, he was playing against my team last week (which won, holla!).  Either way, I'm going out on a limb and I'm going with the Hawks even though Seneca Wallace is starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;@ Buffalo (-6)&lt;br /&gt;- 93 points in two games? That's just silly. I love Drew Brees and the former (or current) Mr. Kim Kardashian.  NO for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SD &lt;/span&gt;(-5)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to go with Miami with this one.  I think Chad and his Wildcat lovin' friends will pull this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pittsburgh &lt;/span&gt;@ Cincy (3 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;-  I can't imagine the Steelers losing two in row.  I know they are playing away but I believe in Big Ben (who might or might not be a rapist) and Co.  A couple of thoughts on Cincy.  What's up with Carson Palmer? Next, I absolutely loved Hard Knocks. I love Chad OchoCinco. He's entertaining.  Not TO obnoxious, but truly entertaining.  Now Kiss the Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denver &lt;/span&gt;@ Oakland (-2)&lt;br /&gt;- Since I like to live dangerously, I'm going with Oakland.  Dangerous, like all of JaMarcus Russell's passes. Dangerous in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indy @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arizona &lt;/span&gt;(-3)&lt;br /&gt;- I never like to bet against Peyton.  And tonight will be no different. Indy. Kiss the Baby. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dallas &lt;/span&gt;(-8 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that Dallas won't be able to make this spread even though I think they might win (by a little).  So I guess that means I'm going with Carolina even though they are a mess.  Also, Tony Romo needs to call me.  I may not be blond or even white. But I am fun. All my friends say so.  Just ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I must rest up for my early game tomorrow morning. Go Niners! I will try to avoid breaking any furniture and scaring my dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4106459734674726136?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4106459734674726136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4106459734674726136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4106459734674726136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4106459734674726136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while-hasnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While, Hasn&apos;t It?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4585974477961886783</id><published>2009-08-17T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:58:46.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rummy Ng</title><content type='html'>We got a new dog this weekend.  His name is Rummy Ng and he's a basenji/aussi cattle dog/bull terrier mix.  He is 1 and we got him from the San Francisco &lt;a href="http://www.sfspca.org/"&gt;SPCA&lt;/a&gt;.  He's basically my mom's dog and the nicest dog ever.  So mellow. So sweet. So playful.  Obviously Miso hates him. Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SomLxMi_hTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EDhlbu4uMOI/s1600-h/IMG_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SomLxMi_hTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EDhlbu4uMOI/s320/IMG_0630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977707913872690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SomL7_Fq6GI/AAAAAAAAArE/0o52AoWv-vg/s1600-h/IMG_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SomL7_Fq6GI/AAAAAAAAArE/0o52AoWv-vg/s320/IMG_0631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977893279787106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture is pretty much how Miso feels right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SomMFuMzouI/AAAAAAAAArM/85o34biy0co/s1600-h/IMG_0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SomMFuMzouI/AAAAAAAAArM/85o34biy0co/s320/IMG_0627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978060545008354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4585974477961886783?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4585974477961886783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4585974477961886783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4585974477961886783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4585974477961886783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/rummy-ng.html' title='Rummy Ng'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SomLxMi_hTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EDhlbu4uMOI/s72-c/IMG_0630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-8312151066851069015</id><published>2009-07-31T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:32:54.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla</title><content type='html'>Funny Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made a lot of friends in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt; program.  Actually, I haven't made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;friends in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LLM&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't really know why.  I am friendly enough.  Maybe it's because I like to sit in the front row. (Look, it's tax. If I don't sit in the front for classes like Timing of Income, I will fall asleep.)  Or maybe it's because I have the highest bar number (hence, the newest bar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;admittee&lt;/span&gt;) or maybe because everyone else in my program is middle aged and working.  Either way, I have no friends.  However, I missed my Tax Research class from last week and I needed some notes in order to do the assignment.  So I asked this guy who sat next to me in the last tax research class.  He was pretty friendly and sent me the notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sitting next to him in tax research again this week.  The first thing he asks me is: "Did you cut your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me stop here for a moment.  Throughout my adult life, I have accused of being rather naive when it comes judging whether a guy is hitting on me or not.  I just assume no one is hitting on me and a gentleman just wants to make conversation.  I had sort of a "friend syndrome."  I never wanted to be the girl who thinks that every guy is hitting on her so I just assume if a guy talks to me, he just wants to be friends.  After some misunderstandings over the last couple of years, I think I have evolved a little from that.  My default is still the "friend syndrome" but I have picked up some signs.  Back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when a guy a barely know, or even talked to says something about my hair, I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt;.  Is homeboy really hitting on me? Yes, I think he was.  Naive no more.  Anyways, I politely say no and thank God that class has started.  A couple of minutes later, I see homeboy tear off a piece of paper from his legal pad.  He writes something down and the folds it.  I'm thinking: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt; going to give me his number during class?" That's ballsy.  He slips me the piece of paper and I open it. It says: "Sorry to bother you. But you have something stuck between your teeth."  I take out lint brush/pocket mirror.   I have a huge black bean stuck in the front of my teeth from lunch.  Naive no more? Perhaps. Totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;moded&lt;/span&gt;? Definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-8312151066851069015?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8312151066851069015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=8312151066851069015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8312151066851069015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8312151066851069015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/07/holla.html' title='Holla'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1700121632662149103</id><published>2009-07-20T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:03:28.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While reading my ginormous book Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin I stumbled upon a quote that made me pause and reflect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having hope means that one will not give in to overwhelming anxiety, a defeatist attitude, or depression in the face of difficult challenges or setbacks. Hope is more than the sunny view that everything will turn out all right; it is believing you have the will and the way to accomplish your goals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me on a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1700121632662149103?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1700121632662149103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1700121632662149103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1700121632662149103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1700121632662149103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-reading-my-ginormous-book-team-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-372635450346676345</id><published>2009-07-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:58:14.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lib Lib Lib</title><content type='html'>After taking the bar and becoming jobless, I started to go to the library.  I have always thought of myself of a bookstore kind of gal.  Before this year, the last time I set foot in a library was in high school.  And even then, it was just somewhere to study after school or a place to kill time until my parents picked me up after playing tennis.  However, in an attempt to save money, I started to go to library to feed my need to read.  But what started as an attempt to pinch pennies has evolved into a full blown appreciation for borrowing books and the library itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As corny as it may sound, I feel like being a library card holder gives me a bigger attachment to my community.  Just by borrowing a book that someone else has read makes me feel more connected to my neighbors.  As an added bonus, you don't have to pay for it! How awesome is that? And you can rent DVDs and CDs from the library? Who knew?  Well, if you didn't, you know now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-372635450346676345?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/372635450346676345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=372635450346676345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/372635450346676345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/372635450346676345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/07/lib-lib-lib.html' title='Lib Lib Lib'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3488573474932680312</id><published>2009-06-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:26:59.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Me</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I have nothing to do (like right now), I like to browse the Craigslist "activities" section.  I like this section for two reasons.  First, it makes me feel better.  Living in SF is great because there are so many things to do.  Unfortunately, a lot of these things are not so much fun by yourself.  And unfortunately, I seem to be lacking in friends upon my relocation to SF.  I have friends but not a lot of everyday friends.  So reading this section and seeing how other people seem to be in the same position makes me feel a little less socially stupid.  Second, I secretly hope a find a post to reply to.  More specifically, I'm looking for a Chinese language exchange partner.   I am desperately trying to learn Chinese again and I need someone to speak to me in the right accent.   My parents and their Cantonese accented Mandarin is doing no good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, during my browsing today, I stumbled accros &lt;a href="http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/act/1242747305.html"&gt;this ad&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am pretty, young , smart and intelligence. &lt;br /&gt;I say this not because I'm cocky (well maybe a little bit), but rather, I base this claim on I have two master degrees and what others have told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard, amongst other things: &lt;br /&gt;"You're so hot." "Wow, you are so beautiful, I feel pale standing next to you." "You should be model, don't waste your beauty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally no idea how to use my beauty to make my life easier and better ? Any advice for me ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post that.  I swear.  But if she really existed, my alter ego Andrea Lee would definately have posted this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3488573474932680312?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3488573474932680312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3488573474932680312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3488573474932680312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3488573474932680312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-me.html' title='So Me'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1489609741772859296</id><published>2009-06-21T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:11:00.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears Pierced</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one night!  You are in luck!  I didn't do much this weekend.  I needed some reprieve from going out and doing stuff.  So I stayed home and basically did nothing.  But . . . I did get my ears pierced!  Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8R98LX08I/AAAAAAAAAqs/O90FL8lqU8s/s1600-h/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8R98LX08I/AAAAAAAAAqs/O90FL8lqU8s/s320/IMG_0601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350014638162957250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1489609741772859296?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1489609741772859296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1489609741772859296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1489609741772859296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1489609741772859296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/06/ears-pierced.html' title='Ears Pierced'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8R98LX08I/AAAAAAAAAqs/O90FL8lqU8s/s72-c/IMG_0601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-5117870042315536456</id><published>2009-06-21T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:06:22.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Week</title><content type='html'>The last couple of weeks have been a bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the arrival of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; Anne two weeks ago.  It was so nice to have her back in the Bay, even if it was only for a couple of weeks.  I went with her to do some wedding stuff and catch up on life, and eat.  Just as I do with all my close friends, I feel very lucky to have Ms. Anne in my life.  I think what makes our friendship special is not only the fact that she can read me like no one else, but the fact that we have managed to remain as tight as we have through the years.  We have not attended the same school since the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  Our colleges were on opposite ends of CA and we have lived on different sides of the country since she moved to Illinois about four years ago.  I am amazed because I think it is rare for childhood friends to maintain a level of closeness through high school, college and grown-up life.  Face it, keeping up with friends is hard work.  But some are just worth it. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to this weekend.  I got all reflective and sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and I went to LA during her trip.  She needed a travel buddy to LA so I volunteered.   She rented a white PT Cruiser that was screaming for death going up the mountains.  We drove down the 101 and ate at one of my top restaurants &lt;a href="http://www.crackedcrab.com/"&gt;Cracked Crab&lt;/a&gt;.  Two type of crab and slipper lobsters in a crab boil. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Enuff&lt;/span&gt;' said.  We spend the rest of the weekend shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cabazon&lt;/span&gt;, going to a snazzy bar, cleaning puke and eating a lot.   We even got to visit the famous &lt;a href="http://kogibbq.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kogi&lt;/span&gt; Truck&lt;/a&gt;.  It's basically a Korean take on the Mexican taco trucks.  Instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;carnitas&lt;/span&gt;, they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bulgogi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Carne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Asada&lt;/span&gt; = short ribs.  Oh, and there's a Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Quesadilla&lt;/span&gt;.  Here is what we got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8GGbzI47I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BATdfBhve8s/s1600-h/IMG_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8GGbzI47I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BATdfBhve8s/s320/IMG_0581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350001589950669746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we got beef, spicy pork, and chicken in that order.  We also got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kogi&lt;/span&gt; Dog which is basically a hot dog with Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; on top.  Yum.  Also, we got the chef's special which was a pork belly wrapped in some green thing with Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; on it.  That was also very good.  I would say that the food lived up to the hype but if I had to wait longer than the hour I did, I would be more "eh." But alas, I didn't so I think it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Anne left, my buddy Ryan (a.k.a. "Monkey") came into town for a few days.  I had an itinerary tailor made for Ryan.  I gave him a food tour which included stops at Monk's Kettle, Pancho Villa, Stacks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Philz&lt;/span&gt; Coffee, and some other places I don't remember.  Point being we ate very well and now I must go to the gym everyday to burn everything off.  In addition to the food, Ryan and I re-lived our law school days and played beer pong.  I was very appropriate and competitive per usual.  Check out the dude in the background. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8N-qYTGEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/DW32n9xpwvg/s1600-h/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8N-qYTGEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/DW32n9xpwvg/s320/IMG_0584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350010252518692930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we hiked up Mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tamapais&lt;/span&gt; in the North Bay.  Awesome Awesome 8 mile hike.  The weather was perfect and the view was so pretty. We hiked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Stinson&lt;/span&gt; Beach and back.  Here are some pretty pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8Or8xw9uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/aLUupTuBfWw/s1600-h/IMG_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8Or8xw9uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/aLUupTuBfWw/s320/IMG_0588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350011030551459554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8O7vKzcYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/bAM9RSChohA/s1600-h/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8O7vKzcYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/bAM9RSChohA/s320/IMG_0589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350011301776290178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my tour will persuade Ryan to move down to SF.  I need more friends down here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these past weeks have reminded me that I should be thankful.  I really am blessed with great friends.  Some people go through life knowing tons of people but not having close relationships with anyone.  I am so lucky that I have a great group of people who I can share everything with.  Friendship takes work but I know that the ones I have are so worth it.  I love you all.  Now you can put the tissues away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-5117870042315536456?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5117870042315536456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=5117870042315536456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5117870042315536456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5117870042315536456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/06/monkey-week.html' title='Monkey Week'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sj8GGbzI47I/AAAAAAAAAmk/BATdfBhve8s/s72-c/IMG_0581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6451268400225431909</id><published>2009-06-08T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:45:02.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Tight</title><content type='html'>I really love that phrase.  "Gotta get tight."  I cannot take credit for the phrase since I heard it during my 2L summer internship but I love it.  It's my lifelong mantra since I feel like I've always had a struggle with weight and body issues.  Just like most women, I am and probably will never be satisfied with my weight or the way I look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of this might stem from being made fun as a kid.  Since I am Chinese, being 5'7 with some meat automatically makes you big and fat. Being constantly criticized for genes you never asked for or called "Natasha Ng the fattest thing" does not do much for a girl's self esteem.  This may have led to my lifelong jealousy of little Asian girls.  Oh, how I used to crave to be little and cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to now, I think I have come to accept most of my physical flaws and limited assets.  While my early 20s weight fixes centered around unhealthy dieting and other drastic measures, I have started to just focus on being healthy and exercising consistently.  I have set reasonable weight loss goals and learned to balance that third serving of fried chicken with another hour on the treadmill.  In the end, I think I am okay with the way I look.  I will never be that cute little Asian girl.  But I can definitely beat them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To my cute little Asian girlfriends: I would never beat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; guys up.  Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6451268400225431909?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6451268400225431909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6451268400225431909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6451268400225431909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6451268400225431909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/06/gettin-tight.html' title='Gettin&apos; Tight'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4196575486341798506</id><published>2009-05-31T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:01:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Keithers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5459784f4455314e673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox postcard: Happy Birthday Keith!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5459784f4455314e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4196575486341798506?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4196575486341798506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4196575486341798506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4196575486341798506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4196575486341798506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-keithers.html' title='Happy Birthday Keithers!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4836309283731087458</id><published>2009-05-31T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:01:56.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuthin' Much</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting for a while because there just isn't much to talk about.  I'll be back to let you know if there has been any amazing happenin's besides school, Miso, being sadsies and working out. Don't hold your breath.  This might take a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4836309283731087458?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4836309283731087458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4836309283731087458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4836309283731087458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4836309283731087458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/05/nuthin-much.html' title='Nuthin&apos; Much'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1279785543643532332</id><published>2009-05-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:53:19.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sgd5mTB3EYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/LzMe7gaAqvk/s1600-h/IMG_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sgd5mTB3EYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/LzMe7gaAqvk/s320/IMG_0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334365982493708674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of my wonderful mother, let me drop a little poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, you mean the world to me and Mi&lt;br /&gt;You cook and clean Miso's poo and pee&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all that you have done&lt;br /&gt;and how you make everything fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miso and I love you so very much&lt;br /&gt;When we start to make $, we'll buy you lunch&lt;br /&gt;Until then, you'll just have to deal&lt;br /&gt;with my feeble attempts at making a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, I can kind of cook&lt;br /&gt;I swear, that's how it's suppose to look&lt;br /&gt;While you pretend to enjoy the food&lt;br /&gt;just think how much you love me and the furry dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If someone could translate the poem in Chinese, that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and Miso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1279785543643532332?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1279785543643532332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1279785543643532332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1279785543643532332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1279785543643532332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sgd5mTB3EYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/LzMe7gaAqvk/s72-c/IMG_0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3579265909763109090</id><published>2009-04-29T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:35:10.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oysters, Running,and Portable Toilets</title><content type='html'>I must say that I have had a pretty eventful weekend.  Here's a partial recap, if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oysters in Marin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It all started on Wednesday when I went to Marin for some picnic and oysters.  One of the most awesome days ever.  We drove up to Tomales Bay to get some fresh oysters from Hog Island Oyster Co. (the farm, not the bar).  Armed with a dozen (plus one extra!) Kumamoto oysters, we settled on a nearby spot and had a picnic of oysters, wino, bread, and japanese food.  Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi-9YPow2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/-2X2tIvQK58/s1600-h/IMG_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi-9YPow2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/-2X2tIvQK58/s320/IMG_0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220120682316642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi_KDmbh3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Ki40gap63V4/s1600-h/IMG_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi_KDmbh3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Ki40gap63V4/s320/IMG_0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220338479073138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kumamotos, wakame salad, tuna sashimi/sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi_UvLhwEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XdCHlf71njw/s1600-h/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi_UvLhwEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XdCHlf71njw/s320/IMG_0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220521976086594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My artistic skillz. I think the knife is a good touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi_jbE_7GI/AAAAAAAAAlY/j_BVWGV9yo4/s1600-h/IMG_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi_jbE_7GI/AAAAAAAAAlY/j_BVWGV9yo4/s320/IMG_0543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330220774278032482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Running and Portable Toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/i/races/losangeles/title.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/i/races/losangeles/title.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I started my trip down to So Cal for the Ragnar Relay.  I had no idea what I was getting into.   It's a 24+ hour race covering about 188 miles.  Each team gets two vans and 12 runners.  It's basically a relay race from Santa Barbara to Dana Point.  We started at 10:00 on Friday morning and finished around 3:30 in the afternoon on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I only got 2 hours of sleep, slept in a van, and wore the same clothes for almost two days, I had a lot of fun.  I would definitely do it again.  My only complaint would be the portable toilets.  I can't deal with them.  I actually fear them.  I think it all started with this nightmare I had a while back.  I dreamed that I fell into a portable toilet.  Ever since then, my heart races when I have to use them.  And during this race, I had to use about 4 1/2 of them.  The 1/2 is for when I went inside but couldn't pee because the toilet was on a hill and rocked when I was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it was an awesome experience.  I met some cool people and even got to see Tiffany Amber Thissen (you know, Kelly from Saved by the Bell).  She was also running the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3568/3479276642_fa288e9502.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3568/3479276642_fa288e9502.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain when I'm running down the 1 and it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SfjH0URz7uI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HLgeagdhCM0/s1600-h/IMG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SfjH0URz7uI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HLgeagdhCM0/s320/IMG_0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330229860603522786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3579265909763109090?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3579265909763109090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3579265909763109090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3579265909763109090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3579265909763109090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/oysters-runningand-portable-toilets.html' title='Oysters, Running,and Portable Toilets'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sfi-9YPow2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/-2X2tIvQK58/s72-c/IMG_0534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1948088303550755691</id><published>2009-04-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:15:18.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Today I made another attempt at cupcake baking.  The cupcakes from the post below were cute and pretty (I'll at least give myself that).  But they were pretty hard and way too dry.  I couldn't figure out the problem until Marie informed me that they were suppose to bake for 15 minutes instead of 24.  Ooops.  That explains why they were hard as a rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I decided to re-focus and try another recipe.  And since I absolutely love dark chocolate, I made dark chocolate cupcakes.  I used a recipe found on some Seattle lady's &lt;a href="http://seattlebonvivant.typepad.com/seattle_bon_vivant/2005/03/imbb_13_dark_ch.html"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;and they turned out pretty good.  Just the perfect amount of chocolate and very light and fluffy.  I am one tiny step closer to domestic goddess-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post any pictures because they look pretty simple.  Just imagine a black cupcake with pink muffin paper things. That's how they look like.  Next step: cakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1948088303550755691?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1948088303550755691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1948088303550755691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1948088303550755691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1948088303550755691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/cupcakes-part-deux.html' title='Cupcakes Part Deux'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-5623753974120751080</id><published>2009-04-17T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:57:51.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4467774d4451334d513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Happy Birthday - Ooh La La" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4467774d4451334d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-5623753974120751080?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5623753974120751080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=5623753974120751080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5623753974120751080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5623753974120751080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-marie.html' title='Happy Birthday Marie!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-137275544833597509</id><published>2009-04-14T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:33:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter getting some inspiration from my friend Emily's &lt;a href="http://www.startinginthebasement.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to make some cupcakes.  They looked so pretty on her blog, I couldn't resist.  Plus it's spring.  So I followed a &lt;a href="http://joyofbaking.com/WhiteCake.html"&gt;recipe &lt;/a&gt;that Emily uses and created these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SeUqlQ6cVGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AZopwMA7K0M/s1600-h/IMG_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SeUqlQ6cVGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AZopwMA7K0M/s320/IMG_0514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324708954119099490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SeUqb9O1lzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/w6CrPDC_Gtg/s1600-h/IMG_0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SeUqb9O1lzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/w6CrPDC_Gtg/s320/IMG_0515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324708794217109298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were pretty good.  See, I can be artistic AND a baker.  I am another step closer to attaining domestic goddess-ness.  Now about finding a job . . . after I eat another one of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-137275544833597509?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/137275544833597509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=137275544833597509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/137275544833597509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/137275544833597509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/white-cupcakes.html' title='White Cupcakes'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SeUqlQ6cVGI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AZopwMA7K0M/s72-c/IMG_0514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6565428686169741084</id><published>2009-04-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:41:46.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Not Actually</title><content type='html'>This past week, I watched Love Actually.  It was billed the "Ultimate Romantic Comedy."  I should have known.  I normally wouldn't have cared for a movie like this but some people told me that I would actually like this one.  Wrong.  I guess I should not be too surprised.  But it got me thinking: "What happened to romantic comedy-loving Natasha?"  About three/four years ago, I would have LOVED this movie.  Somewhere down the line, I have morphed into this jaded, rom-com bashing, cynical HATER.  H to the R.  HATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't just hate on rom-coms.  Apparently, I hate on baby showers, bridal showers and all sorts of organized party games.  Is this the real me?  Have I been romantically screwed over so bad that it is necessary to roll my eyes everytime I see goggly eyes and romantic declarations of love?  Nah.  Every girl has met a couple of a**holes in their lives and I am no exception.  But I think I've been pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as of today, I am making a new change in my life.  Since I seem to be changing my hair, my lifestyle, my friends, my life direction, I mind as well change this as well.  I will now strive to be less jaded.  I will cuddle.  I will not cringe at the Ultimate Romantic Comedy.  I will touch my feelings more often.  And when a special boy looks into my eyes, I will actually look back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6565428686169741084?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6565428686169741084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6565428686169741084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6565428686169741084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6565428686169741084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-not-actually.html' title='Love Not Actually'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-137591517766485999</id><published>2009-04-09T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:11:47.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason to buy an Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2009/04/09/ba-85841485sp008_0500011629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 398px;" src="http://imgs.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2009/04/09/ba-85841485sp008_0500011629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another reason why my next car will be a Honda Element. Honda just previewed a &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2009/04/09/financial/f101214D83.DTL&amp;amp;type=autos"&gt;"Dog Friendly" version&lt;/a&gt; of its Element. Not only is the interior easy to wash, this new version will include a cushioned pet bed with safety restraints, spill proof water bowls, a ramp to help those "less agile dogs", and even an integrated pet carrier in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I want it.  Now must work on getting a job to buy Miso his new ride. How can you not spoil this face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sd7jE4Ez-6I/AAAAAAAAAkA/l9mQkTDVeBA/s1600-h/IMG_0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sd7jE4Ez-6I/AAAAAAAAAkA/l9mQkTDVeBA/s200/IMG_0506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322941482510056354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-137591517766485999?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/137591517766485999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=137591517766485999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/137591517766485999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/137591517766485999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-reason-to-buy-element.html' title='Another Reason to buy an Element'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/Sd7jE4Ez-6I/AAAAAAAAAkA/l9mQkTDVeBA/s72-c/IMG_0506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-2997825027357904951</id><published>2009-04-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:01:23.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baseballpilgrimages.com/national/sanfrancisco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.baseballpilgrimages.com/national/sanfrancisco1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year again.  Baseball season has begun and I cannot wait.  Due to my current unemployment, I can spend my days watching my Giants and drinking beer.  Our starting rotation has a lot of promise (we have the most overpaid No. 4 starter in the MLB) and I can't wait to get over .500 this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Gigantes! Please don't let me down this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-2997825027357904951?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2997825027357904951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=2997825027357904951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2997825027357904951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2997825027357904951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/baseball.html' title='Baseball'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4371862715065733749</id><published>2009-04-01T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:27:33.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B/c I love Corn</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I love sports. Espn.com is one of my everyday websites.  I particularly look forward to reading The Sports Guy's column.  I might have given up on reading his book (I guess you have to be a Bostonian to love it.), but I love his Mailbag (comments and questions submitted by his readers).  And since I love sports and corny pick up lines, this section of the Mailbag made giggle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If I had to pick a worst sports pick-up line about someone on the ESPN staff, it would be: "John Hollinger's playoff odds projects you and me in the finals."&lt;br /&gt;-- Matt, Durham, N.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG: Come on, there's no way that beats, "Hi, I'm the Talented Mr. Roto." But you got me thinking, what would be some other terrible ESPN-related pickup lines? Here's my top 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. "Jim Rome isn't the only one who's burning right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. "How'd you like to make my Mount Rushmore of hook-ups?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. "Who's up for a Daily Quickie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. "I'm like Mike and Mike -- I can go for four straight hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. "How'd you like to stump the Schwab?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. "Pardon the interruption ... around my horn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. (Taken out by my editors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. "How'd you like to sit on my Budweiser Hot Seat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9. "When I saw you, I thought we ... COULD ... GO ... ALL ... THE ... WAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10. "Who's now? You and me, that's who."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love Number 8.  Here's the full &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/090401"&gt;Mailbag&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4371862715065733749?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4371862715065733749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4371862715065733749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4371862715065733749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4371862715065733749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/bc-i-love-corn.html' title='B/c I love Corn'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-7996836294186768125</id><published>2009-03-31T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:34:13.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Spontaneity?</title><content type='html'>Being someone who likes to plan and have an itinerary for everything, you wouldn't expect me to ask the question: "Where's the Spontaneity?" But I am. Where is it? I've/We've lost it somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you could just pick up the phone and call someone to "chat?" Doesn't happen anymore. Now, I must make "phone dates." Pre-arranged times to catch up and shoot the sh*t. I even feel like the conversation has to have some sort of itinerary in order to maximize my allotted phone time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did our lives become so planned and orderly? Oh wait, it's called growing up and getting jobs/knocked up/married. As we grow older, we just become busier and more responsible. That's just the way it is. But some days I can't help but miss the days where a conversation didn't feel rushed or when you would get together and just lounge. I might just have to plan that one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-7996836294186768125?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7996836294186768125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=7996836294186768125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7996836294186768125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/7996836294186768125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-spontaneity.html' title='Where&apos;s the Spontaneity?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-794303825718802519</id><published>2009-03-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:45:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B Day BFF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f444d344d6a4d794f413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Anne's 29th B day" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f444d344d6a4d794f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-794303825718802519?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/794303825718802519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=794303825718802519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/794303825718802519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/794303825718802519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-b-day-bff.html' title='Happy B Day BFF!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1804347352572094698</id><published>2009-03-24T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:42:47.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment I Can Never Achieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2009/03/24/national/a074601D41.DTL&amp;amp;tsp=1"&gt;Woman Handcuffs Self to Husband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A woman attempting to reconcile with her estranged husband handcuffed herself to him as he slept and then bit him on his torso and arms as he phoned for help, police said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told the police that she wanted to have a conversation with him and restraining him was the only way she could get him to talk to her. So she changed the locks while was sleeping and handcuffed herself to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that why men think we are clingy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1804347352572094698?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1804347352572094698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1804347352572094698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1804347352572094698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1804347352572094698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/commitment-i-can-never-achieve.html' title='Commitment I Can Never Achieve'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4827046635427555612</id><published>2009-03-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:49:42.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BART</title><content type='html'>When I am working, I ride BART downtown.  The morning commute has its own culture, set of rules and customs.  And some interesting people.  This is what I have noticed thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are plan on standing there as the escalator goes up/down stand to the right.  If not, you will get the inevitable "Excussssssse me" as the lady with the suit and tennis shoes pushes past you to catch that phantom train that hasn't even arrived yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't make eye contact while riding the train.  I made this mistake during my first forlay into the BART commuter culture during my 2L summer internship.  People think you are weird.  Just close your eyes or read your book like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you don't have you iPod on, you are also weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's always that one stragger that fails to realize the concept that you are suppose to line up while waiting for the BART.  You know who you are.  You pretend like you just got there and try to squeeze your way in when the doors open.  You suck.  Your suit and tie gives away your defense of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To the idiots that bum rush the doors to get into the train.  People actually need to get off the train.  Who knew? Get out of the way. The bus will not magically run away in the next five seconds.  For reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To the idiot that tries to sneak your way on the train but ends up getting stuck in the door.  You are stuck in a BART door.  Everyone is staring at you and secretly hopes the train goes forward a couple of feet.  It doesn't hurt but that's what you get.  Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you catch some of the later trains, let's say about 10:30,  you can meet the most interesting people.  A couple of weeks ago I saw a lady dressed as the Statute of Liberty.  Oh, and a while back, I saw a lady bring her pet rooster/chicken thing on the train.  In a paper bag.  And she was coo'ing to it.  Dinner or a pet. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when I get a permanent job I can be truly accepted into the BART commuter culture.  I think I'm ready. I've got my walking shoes, library books, and iPod.  I'm ready to go.  Please don't reject me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4827046635427555612?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4827046635427555612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4827046635427555612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4827046635427555612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4827046635427555612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/bart.html' title='BART'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-8133179006732960515</id><published>2009-03-08T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:01:38.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In Your Five?</title><content type='html'>What websites do you frequent the most? More specifically, what are the first five websites that you search when you first turn on your computer? I was thinking about this when I turned on my computer this morning.  There are just some websites that I just automatically go to start my computer-infused day.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. www.gmail.com - Gotta check my e-mail. Doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. www.espn.com - I was initially surprised but after some thought, it makes total sense. I love ESPN. I watch ESPN SportsCenter almost every day. It's therapeutic in way. Where else can I read The Sports Guy's Mailbag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. www.facebook.com - I usually connect to facebook because I got some e-mail alert telling me that someone has friended me/messaged me/written on my wall/commented on my status, etc. If not, facebook is probably number 5 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. www.people.com - I need my daily dosage of celebrity gossip. Yes, I am well aware that people.com comes before any kind of grown-up news website. But I'm just that kind of gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. www.sfgate.com - SFGate is where I go for news, articles about new restaurants or food, my daily crossword puzzle, and everything I need to know about the Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a routine. This is my online routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-8133179006732960515?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8133179006732960515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=8133179006732960515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8133179006732960515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8133179006732960515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-your-five.html' title='What&apos;s In Your Five?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6580700108241669978</id><published>2009-03-04T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:48:25.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the last couple of months whenever I am on the BART on my way back home from work, I feel like crying. The feeling just comes up out of nowhere. I start to feel my eyes water and my body starts to get heavy.  Then BAM I feel that wave of insecurity and sadness burst inside.  In a manner of seconds, I think about everything that is dragging me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I back here in the Bay Area? Why am I back here? It's a problem with association. I associate all my insecurities, all my failed relationships, and all that I have NOT accomplished to the Bay. I feel so lonely here.  My BFF is gone and will be gone for another year at least.  Everyone I know here is stuck in their own little sphere of existence that I can't seem to break into.  I find it ironic that the place that I call "home" is the one place I seem to feel the most lonesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6580700108241669978?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6580700108241669978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6580700108241669978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6580700108241669978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6580700108241669978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-last-couple-of-months-whenever-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3763429909293561242</id><published>2009-03-01T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:28:20.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent 2009</title><content type='html'>Even though I'm not Catholic, I have participated in the "giving something up" part of Lent for the past 6 or so years.  Rather than a religious exercise, I look at giving something up as more of a mental challenge.  I think out of the six years, I was only able to go the whole 40 days and 40 nights once.  ONCE.  Here are some prior things I have given up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meat (lasted a day)&lt;br /&gt;2. Alcohol (lasted about 2 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;3. Swearing (lasted about 1/2 a day)&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate (this one actually stuck)&lt;br /&gt;* I don't remember the last two.  I do remember that they were complete failures.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I decided to go all out and give up more than one thing.  I am going to give up three things: Boys, bacon and sausage. All three are greasy, full of fat and only provide temporary satisfaction. Oh yea, all three will play some part in a drunken Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two will be the most difficult. I faced my first challenge yesterday during Saturday morning breakfast at Howard's End in the Sunset.  I wanted an omelet.  All but three of their omelets had bacon or sausage in it.  So I ended up having to order a veggie omelet because the other two options involved ground beef and ham, both of which I was not feeling for.  It is going to be a long road to Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3763429909293561242?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3763429909293561242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3763429909293561242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3763429909293561242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3763429909293561242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/lent-2009.html' title='Lent 2009'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3535816682350038130</id><published>2009-02-27T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:37:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>Yo. Person who commented on my blog but then deleted the comment. What the heck? You are killing me with the suspicion. Is that you bouncy Asian from the gym? If it is, I'm going to cut your ponytail the next time I see you at the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3535816682350038130?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3535816682350038130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3535816682350038130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3535816682350038130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3535816682350038130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4035728044199333207</id><published>2009-02-24T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:33:33.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suspicious</title><content type='html'>1. Boys that listen to Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;2. Boys that are paler than I.&lt;br /&gt;3. Boys that make you a mix tape. Especially if N'Sync is on there and we are over 25 years old.&lt;br /&gt;4. Boys have little tattoos on their asses.&lt;br /&gt;5. Boys that lack female friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Nice, tall" boys that your aunt introduces you to.&lt;br /&gt;7. Boys that are not interested sports. Double take if you are ONLY interested in the following: golf, tennis, bowling, NASCAR (extra eyebrow arch there).&lt;br /&gt;8. Any boy with a nickname that starts with "Fast."&lt;br /&gt;9. Any boy who's idea of romantic music is "Electric Relaxation." Tight song but, "Now I'm gonna pound that putang till it stanks" isn't romance.&lt;br /&gt;10. Boys that cause me to lose my taste for chocolate mousee cups.&lt;br /&gt;11. Boys that are into Japanese anime.&lt;br /&gt;12. Boys that don't like dogs.&lt;br /&gt;13. Boys that don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;14. Any boy with a nickname that starts with "Dirty."&lt;br /&gt;15. Boys who have stuffed animals in their rooms. . . and a matching one in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list makes me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4035728044199333207?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4035728044199333207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4035728044199333207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4035728044199333207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4035728044199333207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/suspicious.html' title='suspicious'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-2466459726767099193</id><published>2009-02-22T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:30:00.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell am i doing with my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-2466459726767099193?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2466459726767099193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=2466459726767099193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2466459726767099193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2466459726767099193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-hell-am-i-doing-with-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1379385175000366663</id><published>2009-02-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:20:35.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Be Going to Hell</title><content type='html'>Tonight around Mile 3 on my run on the treadmill, I was mean. As the young little Asian chick hops on the treadmill next to me and proceeds to bounce/run with her little ponytail, short shorts and Jordans I thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen you little brat, I hate you. You and your bouncy ponytail. I know you won't last 10 minutes on this treadmill. Just you wait until you are 28 and you feel like any moment you boobs might start sagging and you start to wonder whether you need eye cream. Just you wait until you realize that no matter how smart you are, the little Asian chick running with the short shorts next to you will always be cuter and bouncier and will likely not owe over 50K in loans. Bounce now bioch. Keep bouncing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was being mean but it did give me some more motivation to run that last mile. Hey, I might be going to hell but at least I got something out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1379385175000366663?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1379385175000366663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1379385175000366663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1379385175000366663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1379385175000366663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-may-be-going-to-hell.html' title='I May Be Going to Hell'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1030001720750801845</id><published>2009-02-17T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:58:47.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La Land and some O.C. as well</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to uploading all of my six pictures that I took from my recent trip to So. Cal. You would think that I would take more but I just wasn't in the paparazzi mood this time around. Anyways, here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtNZy-dAdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4XJT2df9wR8/s1600-h/IMG_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtNZy-dAdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4XJT2df9wR8/s320/IMG_0475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303918091734680018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From L to R: Wang, Me (I'm doing my best "round pork bun with bangs and no eyes" impression), Bee, Mish, Des and Chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls (along with the absent Alice) are probably my closest friends in So. Cal. We went to Irvine together and all were in Pi Phi at the same time. Say what you want about sororities, but I am thankful that my sorority introduced me to these smart, successful, thoughtful ladies who I would do almost anything for. PPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtNjd6OWLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ricKVr8EtJo/s1600-h/IMG_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtNjd6OWLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ricKVr8EtJo/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303918257878489266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so Mish. Visit her on www.michellewoo.com. She is the wittiest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtNtLHlUrI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pb6Yw0CkrBo/s1600-h/IMG_0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtNtLHlUrI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pb6Yw0CkrBo/s320/IMG_0479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303918424632939186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate two bags of this stuff. Along with an order of sweet potato fries, fried oysters and fried catfish. I need to stop hanging out with skinny friends with amazing metabolisms. It's quite sad when I can't pull my weight with chicks that are half my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtN3I4V1VI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3qlf2iivGNA/s1600-h/IMG_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtN3I4V1VI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3qlf2iivGNA/s320/IMG_0481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303918595830830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Desi's birthday and apparently we had the honor of being her first birthday dinner dates. I'm sure she had three more parties after us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1030001720750801845?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1030001720750801845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1030001720750801845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1030001720750801845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1030001720750801845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-la-land-and-some-oc-as-well.html' title='La La Land and some O.C. as well'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SZtNZy-dAdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4XJT2df9wR8/s72-c/IMG_0475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1439854202602399871</id><published>2009-02-14T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:48:21.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V Day</title><content type='html'>Single People Awareness Day. Happy Hallmark Day. Whatever you want to call it. It's Valentine's Day.  Unfortunately, I am spending my V-day at home, in my bed battling sickness. But having this time gives me a chance to reflect about all that is Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thinking . . . still thinking . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Well I will say a couple things that are flowing through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that I am not jaded about the whole L thing. I'm really not. I'm more of a realist. I feel that, at this point in my life, I really don't have anything to offer anyone.  I can barely get my stuff together. I know I will find someone. I just really don't think it's going to happen anytime soon. People fall in love all the time.  I will too. . . later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in L.A. this past week, my friends and I watched He's Just Not That Into You.  I didn't know this, but it was a book? I honestly didn't like the movie all that much. It was okay but I didn't like how it ended. I felt like it wasn't realistic. But then again, it's a romantic comedy. How else is it suppose to end? In the movie, there is this one character that is single and absolutely crazy. She puts herself out there and makes a complete ass of herself in the process.  I don't know if I would ever go that route. But there is something to be said about finding someone you like. The most cold hearted ice princess won't be able to deny that feeling. It's that sort of rush you get when that person calls. It drives you crazy. It drives me crazy. It drives me crazy that it drives me crazy. But I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1439854202602399871?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1439854202602399871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1439854202602399871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1439854202602399871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1439854202602399871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V Day'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-121049993852987433</id><published>2009-01-29T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:18:03.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me At the Altar With With Your White Dress . . .</title><content type='html'>Throughout most of my adult life, I have been allergic to weddings.  Allergic might be an overstatement. Perhaps "have not always enjoyed" is a better term.  I have always thought that they were a waste of money and just overdone.  Plus the whole afraid of commitment thing.  So, when I found out that my bff Anne and my buddy Marie were getting married, I was scared.  I was scared that everything would be wedding centric and that it would be suffocating.  I even got anxious when I bought Marie a subscription to Modern Bride.  The thought that we'd be getting bridal magazines freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But . . . it really isn't bad. Maybe it's because I'm growing up or what. Or maybe it's because the word "commitment" doesn't scare me as much.  I actually enjoy talking about wedding planning. As long as I am not planning my own, it's fun.  I have always enjoyed event planning. I love planning dinners and other fun events. (See, Pumpkin Carving Extravaganza 2006 and 2007).  Perhaps it's residual from my sorority days.  What sorority girl can resist a themed party?  I know I can't. Even my dinner nights were themed. (Mexican, Chinese, Moroccan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this change has to do with the fact that I really do care about the people who are getting married. Not to say that I haven't cared about other people but Marie and Anne mean a lot to me.  I want them to be happy and I know that having the wedding they envisioned will make them happy.  With that in mind, I don't mind looking at venues, dresses, or other fun wedding stuff.  I think I have a special knack for wedding favors.  Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-121049993852987433?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/121049993852987433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=121049993852987433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/121049993852987433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/121049993852987433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-me-at-altar-with-with-your-white.html' title='Meet Me At the Altar With With Your White Dress . . .'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1507803283986440776</id><published>2009-01-22T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:53:30.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge?</title><content type='html'>I love it when tennis players challenge line calls. It adds so much more to the game.  First, I like how unlike football challenges, you find out the result right then and there. Second, I like how the ball tracker thing is so clear with the calls. There isn't much wiggle room. It's either in and out. Touches the line or not. Lastly and my favorite part is the crowd's reaction when they show the ball on the monitor. I LOVE how the crowd goes: "oooooooooo" when the ball is slowly in the air and then the "ahhhhhhhhh" when it bounces. It's my favorite part... "oooooooooooooo" "ahhhhhhhhhh" (cheer!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1507803283986440776?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1507803283986440776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1507803283986440776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1507803283986440776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1507803283986440776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/challenge.html' title='Challenge?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-4109416663193155028</id><published>2009-01-21T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:10:58.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I take that back</title><content type='html'>I think what scares me more is the fact that there is another Natasha Ng who is admitted to practice law in California. I thought I was the only Natasha Ng lawyer. Sadsies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-4109416663193155028?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4109416663193155028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=4109416663193155028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4109416663193155028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/4109416663193155028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-take-that-back.html' title='I take that back'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6837470488271347296</id><published>2009-01-20T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:10:01.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what scares me most. Either the fact that my name comes up when I search the Calbar website or the fact that it says: "This person is active and may practice law."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6837470488271347296?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6837470488271347296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6837470488271347296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6837470488271347296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6837470488271347296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-what-scares-me-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3754688418769976292</id><published>2009-01-17T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:59:34.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar Relay Race</title><content type='html'>My buddy Keith got me to commit to running the Ragnar Relay Race in April. I started out super excited because I have never run a race like this. It's a 177 mile relay race from Santa Barbara to Dana Point. Luckily I don't have to run 177 miles. I only have to run three legs, each leg being about 5 miles or so because each team will have 12 runners.  However, I just realized that there is a good chance that I will have to run in the middle of the night.  I have no idea when this thing starts at but with 177 miles I think we're going to be running for a while. That makes me nervous. Luckily Keithers tells me that there are a lot of good runners on my team and maybe they can pick up my slow ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I am excited. If you are on the route and want to cheer me on, here's the info on the race:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ragnarrelay.com/losangeles/coursemaps/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team name is: Ask Me About My B.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3754688418769976292?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3754688418769976292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3754688418769976292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3754688418769976292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3754688418769976292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/ragnar-relay-race.html' title='Ragnar Relay Race'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6500546533995687730</id><published>2009-01-10T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:14:18.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paley's Place</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had the pleasure of eating at Paley's Place in Portland, Oregon. I'm on a little vacation up here and the biggest highlight (besides seeing my old friends) is trying out this restaurant. What started out as a joke ended up being one of the best meals I have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant design and atmosphere was awesome. Paley's Place is my idea of the perfect restaurant in terms of the look and feel. First, the restaurant isn't all that big. When I made my original reservation for 10, they told me that was the maximum they could accomodate at the location. According to their website, it can only seat about 50 people. Second, the atmoshphere was not stuffy and the tables weren't that close together. That means you can have a conversation without shouting over people and that you don't feel so rushed with your meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended ordering the Lamb Shank braised in a red wine sauce. I would rank the lamb at Paley's in the top 3 lamb dishes I have ever had. Perhaps behind the old Clementine but not by much.  For dessert, I shared the the penna cotta with quince and a warm chocolate puddy cake that was steamed baked and some sort of cream. It was delicious. The really enjoyed the consistency of the chocolate cake. It had enough structure to hold but was also mushy and soft enough to melt in your mouth. I loved them both but I think I was most impressed by the chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was wonderful and very attentive. They were very attentive and I was impressed by the server's preparation and attention to Marie's dietary restriction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was so very much satisfied. Maybe it's because I'm growing up but nothing makes me more happy than eating a 2 1/2 hour meal with great food, friends, and conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I miss Miso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6500546533995687730?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6500546533995687730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6500546533995687730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6500546533995687730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6500546533995687730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/paleys-place.html' title='Paley&apos;s Place'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-2209906740750614463</id><published>2009-01-03T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:58:18.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I love food. You know this. My body know this. I got some personal training lessons at my gym and I specifically cut of the personal trainer when we started talking about dieting. I said: "I will deny myself nothing." So, following that blurb. Here are some places I went this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day, I had no idea where to take my parents for lunch. Not knowing what was open, I went on Opentable.com and typed in a table for three fro 12:00 to see what came up. I randomly selected Sam's Chowder House and basically chose it based on this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SWBLRgTlRDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zqoSaFVUyPo/s1600-h/exterior-at-dusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SWBLRgTlRDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zqoSaFVUyPo/s320/exterior-at-dusk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287308726634890290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful isn't it? Well, apparently, they have really good chowder and seafood as well. So we went there. The view and atmosphere was perfect. We (even the dog!) sat outside on the patio where it wasn't too hot, too cold, too windy or too sunny. Perfect day. We had the chowder to start out with. I have to say that the chowder was pretty good. It wasn't as thick as I am used to but still very very good. After chowder, we all shared an order of fried calamari (a little bland but fried well), the salmon burger and the lobster roll. The lobster roll was rated one of the best sandwiches in America. I think it's a little overrated. The bun was probably better than the lobster that was in side. The lobster was a little cold and just didn't stick out. Blah. Esp for 20 bucks. Blah. However, I was pleasantly surprised by the Salmon Burger. Now that was good. It wasn't in the normal tight burger patty form. It was a little mushier but definitely packing in flavor. Along with the perfectly toasted bun, it was definitely worth the 14.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think I give this place a 3.5 with an additional .5 stars (for the view) out of 5. It was so pretty and mellow, it totally added to the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link if you are interested: http://www.samschowderhouse.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SWBNb-qMxeI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UOgi25x2Om0/s1600-h/dosa_logo_web_sm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SWBNb-qMxeI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UOgi25x2Om0/s320/dosa_logo_web_sm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287311105604765154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was date night with Anne and we went to Dosa on Fillmore. I've been wanting to try Dosa for ages. Dosa on Valencia is the original location and that place is always packed, even on the weekday night.  And they don't take reservations. However, Dosa on Fillmore had an open reservation last night at 8:15 so I snagged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the Dosa on Fillmore is a bit different from the one on Valencia. The one of Fillmore is much bigger and it is a lot more trendier in terms of atmosphere and interior design. The design was very crisp and clean and the scene was pretty young. I dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we ended up having to wait for a little more than 1/2 hour for out table. A little annoying but we ended up with a big table. I didn't mind sitting next to the fire extinguisher either.  Anne and I decided to try the four course tasting menu for $39 per person. I think that price is fair since you will likely end up spending that amount if you order separately. Anywho, we ended getting the following (each person got to select a dish):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starters:&lt;br /&gt;Mung Sprouts (very good, very different)&lt;br /&gt;Cochin Calamari (spicy and very good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Dosa: (Our dosa was huge. I wonder what the regular dosas look like)&lt;br /&gt;Chutney Masala Dosa (yummy and huge)&lt;br /&gt;Paneer and Peas Dosa (I loved this dish. But it might just be because paneer is my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry:&lt;br /&gt;Mango Jumbo Prawns (yummy. However, I wish they would take off the tails. I am lazy)&lt;br /&gt;Tamil Lamb Curry (my favorite of the night. The lamb was perfectly cooked. Not too dry and the curry was spicy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert:&lt;br /&gt;Rasmalai (I really really loved this dessert. The cheese patty had this wonderful consistency that was chewly yet soft. It was even better slathered with the cream.)&lt;br /&gt;Indian Ice Cream (Cream flavored and went well with the Rasmalai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really enjoyed my time at Dosa. Our table was perfect and the service was great. The food was excellent and lived up to its hype. I would definately go there again. No hesitatation. I give this place a 4.5 out of 5. The .5 because we had to wait for our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-2209906740750614463?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2209906740750614463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=2209906740750614463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2209906740750614463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2209906740750614463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SWBLRgTlRDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zqoSaFVUyPo/s72-c/exterior-at-dusk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1727221738486577771</id><published>2009-01-03T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:34:01.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year people! I was looking at my list of "Things to Do in 2008" and I am sorta satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pass the Bar.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a job.&lt;br /&gt;3. Run the Eugene Marathon&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to NY.&lt;br /&gt;5. Exercise at least 4 times a week&lt;br /&gt;6. Save Money&lt;br /&gt;7. Find stability and balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. I did #1 (yay). Not quite there on #2 (boo). Ummm. didn't do #3 (boo) or #4 (b00) and at some points this year did #5 (yay?). Definitely did not do #6 (b00) and for most of the year did NOT do #7 (b00). Let's see. That means I am about 1 out of 7. Okay, maybe I'm not so satisfied anymore.  But I tried.  Here is this years list of Things to Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a job.&lt;br /&gt;2. Save money.&lt;br /&gt;3. Run the Napa or Big Sur Marathon&lt;br /&gt;4. Be more positive.&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit a city I have never been before.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Read a new book every two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have more patience.&lt;br /&gt;8. Teach Miso a new trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm just a simple girl who wants simple things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1727221738486577771?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1727221738486577771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1727221738486577771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1727221738486577771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1727221738486577771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-481880746577229984</id><published>2008-12-28T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:01:36.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrr Go Bears!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty action packed day. The fun started when I went to lunch with my old sorority sisters Jenny and Wincy. I only get to see them once a year (Christmas) but when I do, it's so great to catch up. I miss my sisters and talking to Jenny makes me want to move down to SoCal. Sigh, I just need a job. Then I will go. I promise. Although Jenny does inform me that I can work with her and wear a bubble wrap bra. I always loved themed parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I took the Bart to watch the Emerald Bowl at AT&amp;amp;T Park. It was my first bowl game ever and I had a lot of fun. Anne even bought me my first Cal sweatshirt. Grrrrr. Go Bears. Here are some pictures. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne, me and Peggy outside the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg7VtRFTMI/AAAAAAAAAis/lzmDy6JxZcI/s1600-h/IMG_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg7VtRFTMI/AAAAAAAAAis/lzmDy6JxZcI/s320/IMG_0459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285039406833814722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pre-funking. The bottles on the floor are NOT mine. I just drank the 1/2 of a Heinie in the huge paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg7_WKK6jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9mht_YfHjrc/s1600-h/IMG_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg7_WKK6jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9mht_YfHjrc/s320/IMG_0462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285040122185312818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our seats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg80deESiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/adnjWOsXs0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg80deESiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/adnjWOsXs0Q/s320/IMG_0463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285041034680879650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrr so cold. Even a lukewarm hotdog didn't even warm us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg9JxP5qYI/AAAAAAAAAjE/J3Pv-qLfhlM/s1600-h/IMG_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg9JxP5qYI/AAAAAAAAAjE/J3Pv-qLfhlM/s320/IMG_0464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285041400767424898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night ended with a random yet, eventful experience at Lion Pub. Never a dull night at Lion Pub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-481880746577229984?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/481880746577229984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=481880746577229984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/481880746577229984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/481880746577229984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/grrrrrrr-go-bears.html' title='Grrrrrrr Go Bears!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVg7VtRFTMI/AAAAAAAAAis/lzmDy6JxZcI/s72-c/IMG_0459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-1500730562422491282</id><published>2008-12-26T17:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:49:46.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas was fun. We went to my aunt's house and ate prime rib and consumed too much booze for an Asian family. It was nice because I don't get to see a lot of my extended family and it is even rarer to get everyone together in one house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I realize why. My family is loud. My mom is one of seven and everyone lives in either San Francisco or down the Pennisula somewhere. The family is super loud. You know the stereotype of loud Asian families? Well, we totally fit it. Especially when we're boozing. Add in four dogs, things get crazy. However, in all the madness, we are still family and are very close. Along with the shouting and pushing at the food table, there is also a lot of laughter and a lot of warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't realize how drunk I was until my eyes started to droop at the poker table. Every year, our family has a poker game and every year, I win. This year I was close to breaking my streak due to drunkeness. But I am soldier and I held on. And then I went home and apparently slept in my make up and only half changed into my pjs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-1500730562422491282?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1500730562422491282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=1500730562422491282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1500730562422491282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/1500730562422491282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3107506286254553800</id><published>2008-12-26T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:39:34.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Problem Fixed. Thanks Emily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3107506286254553800?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3107506286254553800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3107506286254553800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3107506286254553800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3107506286254553800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/problem-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-8199729791138576070</id><published>2008-12-26T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:36:13.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that the only two blogs that I am currently following are Marie's and Anne's. Both of them wedding theme. Oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-8199729791138576070?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8199729791138576070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=8199729791138576070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8199729791138576070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8199729791138576070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-realized-that-only-two-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-2517338157118474311</id><published>2008-12-25T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:23:28.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVPdgZ9Jz8I/AAAAAAAAAik/PlccRjTr2wo/s1600-h/IMG_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVPdgZ9Jz8I/AAAAAAAAAik/PlccRjTr2wo/s200/IMG_0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283810336628658114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Miso and Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-2517338157118474311?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2517338157118474311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=2517338157118474311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2517338157118474311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/2517338157118474311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/SVPdgZ9Jz8I/AAAAAAAAAik/PlccRjTr2wo/s72-c/IMG_0454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6304059715176703178</id><published>2008-12-16T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:26:06.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a bad start to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought with the ticket machine only to find out that it wasn't able to read my card b/c I was inserting it the wrong way. I missed my bus. My earphones broke. I was five minutes late to work. It was cold. And I forgot to put on make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Not so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6304059715176703178?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6304059715176703178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6304059715176703178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6304059715176703178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6304059715176703178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-i-had-bad-start-to-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-8882251437414818610</id><published>2008-12-08T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:15:17.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy in My Tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/ST4Kwun2aFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F98y4lZGM0M/s1600-h/pic-range_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/ST4Kwun2aFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F98y4lZGM0M/s200/pic-range_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277667645589973074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of my weekend was going to Range for dinner.  [Insert shout-out to Anne for picking out the restaurant and making the reservation.] I got to eat an awesome meal and bond with her bf of approximately 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer: Seared scallops with some brown orange sauce. So good. Scallops were seared perfectly. Not too raw but not rubbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne's bf had the coffee rubbed pork shoulder with creamy hominy and braised greens. I had the slow cooked duck breast with spaetzle, mushrooms, turnips and Parmesan broth. Both dishes were excellent but very different. The pork was a lot heavier and richer while the duck was a lot lighter. I liked them both. I would order both again. Additionally, we each had a glass of a cabernet blend from Old World Winery in Sonoma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert we had a cranberry ginger upside down cake with rosemary ice cream. I really liked the dessert. It was a perfect blend of sweet and sour and salty. The cake had the semi-hardened exterior with a gooier middle part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked Range. The food is simple and excellent. The service was good and the atmosphere was comfortable. Not stuff at all. A very good date place. I would come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food. And apparently food loves me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-8882251437414818610?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8882251437414818610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=8882251437414818610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8882251437414818610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8882251437414818610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/yummy-in-my-tummy.html' title='Yummy in My Tummy'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/ST4Kwun2aFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F98y4lZGM0M/s72-c/pic-range_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-5033497707259009173</id><published>2008-12-07T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:32:14.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want</title><content type='html'>For the last two years, I've been asking Santa, or Marie for this SF Niners grill shaped like a football. But this year, this is what I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/STxc47jw7MI/AAAAAAAAAes/VfH7iL1mW5Q/s1600-h/45-16040-P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/STxc47jw7MI/AAAAAAAAAes/VfH7iL1mW5Q/s320/45-16040-P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277194996501507266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Niners!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-5033497707259009173?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5033497707259009173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=5033497707259009173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5033497707259009173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/5033497707259009173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want.html' title='I Want'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/STxc47jw7MI/AAAAAAAAAes/VfH7iL1mW5Q/s72-c/45-16040-P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-6006102800518499766</id><published>2008-12-02T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:41:53.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and Restless</title><content type='html'>I feel tired and restless at the same time. You know that really tired feeling you get when you come back home after working 8 hours? Yea, that feeling. But I'm feeling restless at the same time. I want to go out and do something but I just can't seem to muster the energy to get out of this chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to stop watching the news on T.V. I find it way too depressing. Yes, I know we are in a recession. I know there was a shooting. I know gays and lesbians can't marry. Blah blah. I'm not saying I don't want to be informed. I do. I just find that the TV news shows have nothing but bad news.  Constantly. Hearing about the latest shooting and how CA is in a deficit is just not how I want to start my day. Nor is it how I want to spend my dinnertime. I think the better route is just to read the paper or the news on the internet. At least there, you can pick and choose what you want to read. They have non-depressing things on there like the Travel Section, the Wine Section, the Food Section. I can alternate between the shootings, the kidnappings and the season's best Chardonnays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-6006102800518499766?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6006102800518499766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=6006102800518499766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6006102800518499766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/6006102800518499766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired-and-restless.html' title='Tired and Restless'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-8678385760992204393</id><published>2008-11-30T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:12:00.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Short Bangs Disaster of 2008</title><content type='html'>As many of you friends might already know, I had a hair disaster a couple of weeks ago (a.k.a. The Short Bangs Disaster of 2008). Against the advice of my stylist/mother, I cut my bangs short. I don't know why but I thought it would be a genius idea. WRONG. I look like a Monkey with bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I figured you friends love me regardless of what I look like, I decided to post a picture. Let this be a lesson to any of you who have shorter foreheads like mine. DON'T GET SHORT BANGS. Anyways, here's a picture that my mom took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/STNxbTKc7pI/AAAAAAAAAeU/LbTAt0BrHFU/s1600-h/IMG_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/STNxbTKc7pI/AAAAAAAAAeU/LbTAt0BrHFU/s320/IMG_0382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274684302395502226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the hell of it, here's a picture of Miso after I gave him a noogie. That's how I feel about my haircut. Annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/STNxzE78WmI/AAAAAAAAAec/SL0kzoI7K5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/STNxzE78WmI/AAAAAAAAAec/SL0kzoI7K5Q/s320/IMG_0385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274684710893410914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-8678385760992204393?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8678385760992204393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=8678385760992204393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8678385760992204393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/8678385760992204393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-bangs-disaster-of-2008.html' title='The Short Bangs Disaster of 2008'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/STNxbTKc7pI/AAAAAAAAAeU/LbTAt0BrHFU/s72-c/IMG_0382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3522933405565064319</id><published>2008-11-28T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:11:22.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Not So Black</title><content type='html'>Today is Black Friday. To me, it's ridiculous. No one should really be waking up at 3 in the morning to shop. Also, apparently it's dangerous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/29/business/29walmart.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. The worker was a temp and people were complaining when they were asked to leave because an employee died. This is probably why everyone says Wal-Mart is evil. Well, not the only reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I went shopping. I bought some make up. I love make up shopping. It's so non-discriminatory. Clothes shopping can make you depressed if you don't fit the size that you think you do. Shoes are great but then you have to think about what you can match with your new shoes. Handbags are usually too expensive. But make up? Make-up is great. It makes you look good whether you feel bloated or rexi. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3522933405565064319?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3522933405565064319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3522933405565064319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3522933405565064319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3522933405565064319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday-not-so-black.html' title='Black Friday Not So Black'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194921992524309221.post-3257739132643737476</id><published>2008-11-27T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:05:07.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Time I Swear</title><content type='html'>So after some deliberation, I decided to move my blog to blogspot. I liked livejournal and all. However, it bothered me that people couldn't leave comments without having to register with livejournal. And that's no fun. So here we are. For all three of you that actually read my blog, I swear, this is the last time I will move my blog. Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194921992524309221-3257739132643737476?l=iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3257739132643737476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=194921992524309221&amp;postID=3257739132643737476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3257739132643737476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194921992524309221/posts/default/3257739132643737476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyouinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-time-i-swear.html' title='Last Time I Swear'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14341051552301516359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65KSivOS1xo/S8SgzTs3w2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/JT3BptcVL4M/S220/IMG_0119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
