<?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-9788088</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:46:43.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't you glad you are here???</title><subtitle type='html'>come on in...stay a while!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-4638569673033125175</id><published>2012-01-30T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:48:27.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on diets...</title><content type='html'>Dieting isn't something I've ever done. It's not something I think I could even do. It's kind of the reason I run. I want to stay in shape...but I LOVE food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard or read a good point the other day. Wherever I heard or read it...I'm sorry. I'm not giving you credit. I just don't remember where I saw it. Many people feel the need to diet because they feel as though they need to lose weight. They want to consume less calories. Many Americans over eat. The problem with a lot of diets is that they still encourage you to over eat. It doesn't kick the eating addiction. Dieters just replace sweets and high calorie food with low calorie options. They can eat a lot of empty calories, and so they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with this is that people will eventually get sick of the empty calories and start replacing those with higher calorie options. This is why most diets end of failing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories aren't bad! Fat is good! Carbs aren't even all that bad! You just need to eat in moderation. Did you know that if you start cutting back on food, your stomach will start to shrink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the healthiest eater in the world, but since I started training for the marathon, I definitely eat better! I can't eat as much fried stuff, I don't eat a lot of sweets, I don't drink as much alcohol, and I don't want to. I don't feel like I am starving myself either, and I eat a good amount of calories. In fact, after my 21 mile run yesterday, I consumed 1500 calories within 2 hours after the run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I monitor my calories. I don't do this to make sure I am cutting down. I do this to make sure I get enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what i ate today (and this was not even a good example of a day):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: Oatmeal and banana (lacking on protein, I know)&lt;br /&gt;Snack: peanut butter crackers&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: I forgot my lunch. Whopper Jr. with no cheese or mayo, apple slices&lt;br /&gt;Snack: a piece of Andy's bday cake with the frosting taken off (Don't like frosting)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: tonight was red beans and rice with kiabolsa, glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;snack: I am probably going to eat some pudding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drink today: Water, and a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was in particular not a pretty day, however I still don't feel like I over ate...nor do I feel like I under ate. I ate what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more of a ramble. What's my point? I don't like diets. I like healthy, active lifestyles. I like healthy eating. I encourage people to exercise. I encourage people to eat. I want you to eat healthy. It's possible to lose weight without starving yourself people! I promise!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even sure I made sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... I plan to post next about the making of Andy's b-day cake. :) I may have said that last post too...not sure...but I'm too lazy to upload pics :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-4638569673033125175?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4638569673033125175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=4638569673033125175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4638569673033125175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4638569673033125175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-diets.html' title='on diets...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-4158215196156562580</id><published>2012-01-29T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:43:50.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21 miles...</title><content type='html'>Today, I set out to do my long run. As part of my training plan, i do one pretty long run a week, as long as several other shorter run days a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little different because I have never ever ran as far as I was suppose to run today ever. I was setting out to run 21 miles. I started out with some great people! I sure am part of a wonderful running group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doing three seven mile loops.I made it through without much of a struggle. I feel amazing! It kind of baffles my mind that I ran 21 miles today. That's a considerable drive if you were to make it. I did it on foot. It took me 3 hours and 27 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think... only 5.2 miles and I will have that marathon over with!It's a proud moment for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple weeks, I will do 22 miles. That's going to be another milestone. Then, three weeks after that I will reach another milestone....running my very first marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise it won't be my last one. It probably won't be the only one I do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about these long runs...they are lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a couple years. I WILL qualify for Boston. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-4158215196156562580?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4158215196156562580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=4158215196156562580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4158215196156562580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4158215196156562580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/21-miles.html' title='21 miles...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-9082418328812233210</id><published>2012-01-27T19:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:07:20.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Room Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>This post is inspired by something that a friend from high school does.  (Her blog is &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/livingproverbs31.wordpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ).   She calls it Ladies Room Fashion Show, and she takes a picture of her outfits for the week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would be great to try.  I am very much so a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl.  I'm trying to dress more fashionably.  I mean, we own a clothing store, I need to do better at this!  I thought by starting to do this post every Friday like she does, it would inspire me to do better at picking out my outfits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out that I kept forgetting to do this...so I only got 3 photos this week...but here they are! I will tell you where I got everything...and what brands if I remember.   This should be fun.  I want feedback!  I want to know what you think about the outfits.  Are they flattering?  What could I do differently?  Is it just plain terrible? Is it so-so?  Tell me!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a birthday celebration for a friend, is I wanted to dress up a little.  This is what I came up with, although I'm not sure I love the cowboy boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXtNguw9yNY/TyNHwoko6pI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TuArPVrYY70/s1600/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXtNguw9yNY/TyNHwoko6pI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TuArPVrYY70/s400/dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702480454031567506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress-American Eagle from Plato's Closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purse-American Eagle from Plato's Closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boots-Nocona boots (dang expensive but I found them at an antique store for $50!  Looked them up, they would be 300 or 400 dollars!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;necklace-Vicki's (her room too) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a work outfit, the picture was taken in our store.  I like this! You can't really see the detail on the shirt underneath the cardigan but it's really cute...it has a dream catcher on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPt4svYQ9Gg/TyNIx_wUjgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FY6J28egZgQ/s1600/scarf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPt4svYQ9Gg/TyNIx_wUjgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FY6J28egZgQ/s400/scarf.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702481576946077186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cardigan-Plato's Closet not sure the brand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cream shirt-Forever 21 from Plato's Closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tank underneath-Plato's Closet not sure the brand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scarf-Plato's Closet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jeggings- abecrombie from Plato's Closet (love these!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boots- Mossimo from Target from 3 years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly,  sometimes I have to run...I've told you about running clothes before, but here's my pre race ladies room picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ON3o-cuRYsg/TyNJy_85q-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/l2kXogzOZGk/s1600/zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ON3o-cuRYsg/TyNJy_85q-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/l2kXogzOZGk/s400/zebra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702482693690338274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;zebra pants-under armour from academy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoes-mizuno from Fleet Feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;undershirt-Nike from Vicki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAR shirt-my running club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ear warmer-under armour from ages ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there, that's my first try.  tell me if I should do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-9082418328812233210?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9082418328812233210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=9082418328812233210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9082418328812233210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9082418328812233210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/ladies-room-fashion-show.html' title='Ladies Room Fashion Show'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXtNguw9yNY/TyNHwoko6pI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TuArPVrYY70/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-2735362705348468664</id><published>2012-01-24T20:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:40:35.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Mom and Dad...</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have ever really thanked them. It's about time. I just realized today that I never have appreciated either one of them enough. How did I figure this out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;subpoenaed&lt;/span&gt; to appear in court today as a witness in a case. It was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;juvenile&lt;/span&gt; court. I sat in that court room for a couple hours and heard several cases. In most cases, the mother ended up being called to the witness stand. No wonder these teens were how they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mother was asked if she knew if her son was attending school. Her answer: "He has a car and he knows where the school is." What???? He's your son! Make sure he goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mother was asked if she knew what grade her daughter was in. Her reply: "I don't know, she misses a lot of school." In her defense, this woman did know her child's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birth date&lt;/span&gt;, even if she messed up her child's age. Yes, she did! She said she was 17 and she is only 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mother has a daughter with an IQ of 65. This daughter had never been taught how to respect authority. Her home life was far from functional, making her disability even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now is the time that I want to thank my parents. I want to thank them for teaching me to respect authority. I want to thank them for teaching me morals. Yes, I know, I've complained about you. I still love you! I know you love me. You cared about me when I was growing up. You wanted to know what I was up to. You grounded me. You spanked me (Yikes! I promise I came out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;). You taught me to be a better person. You took me to church. You would not tolerate it if I ended up in juvenile court! My goodness I can't even imagine what would have happened! You don't even know the difference you made in mine and Becca's lives. You helped us become the people we are and that is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know when my birthday is. :) I know you know if I attended school. I even know you know I didn't do much homework. You allowed me the opportunity to be involved in many things. Most of all, you were proud of us and I know you still are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again. If only the people in the courtroom today could have parents like you. They may not have been sitting in that court room. I wouldn't be who I am today had it not been for your love for me and your guidance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom: She likes to sing. She has a wonderful husband name Clark. She loves her dogs. She loves chocolate covered cherries. She is allergic to onions. She loves the Colts. She loves her daughters. She loves her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93Y9WxbzpYs/Tx9cPh8lJWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qyA0Op2Polk/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252882%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701377075154593122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93Y9WxbzpYs/Tx9cPh8lJWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qyA0Op2Polk/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252882%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad: He has a beard. He does not like to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquire&lt;/span&gt; lots of things. He sends me random packages full of random stuff. He likes to travel a lot. He hikes. He would like to do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Appalachian&lt;/span&gt; Trail. He is goofy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nR51aivMXi0/Tx9c9Xlr6TI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SqQmrX8IDnA/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252831%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701377862648195378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nR51aivMXi0/Tx9c9Xlr6TI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SqQmrX8IDnA/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252831%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-2735362705348468664?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2735362705348468664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=2735362705348468664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/2735362705348468664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/2735362705348468664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-mom-and-dad.html' title='Thank you Mom and Dad...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93Y9WxbzpYs/Tx9cPh8lJWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qyA0Op2Polk/s72-c/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252882%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-4358534210086990905</id><published>2012-01-23T21:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:10:41.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculous running clothes...</title><content type='html'>I am normally not a very flashy dresser. In fact, the color I wear most is gray. Boring right? I don't know, I like the gray I wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that when I pick out outfits for races or various other running activites, I get a little crazier. I like standing out I guess. Also, I have fun with it, and it helps me remember races better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some of my team and I at the Hillbilly Porkchop Roundup. (We got first place by the way). We were the Dirty Hog Divas and that was the first time I ever wore any Razorback gear. The tights were a last minute find at Walmart. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YyEkFtLaxS0/Tx4g1JbWN6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/teE-Er_pux0/s1600/hillbilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701030275733403554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YyEkFtLaxS0/Tx4g1JbWN6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/teE-Er_pux0/s400/hillbilly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, here we are at the Warrior Dash! So fun I tell you! So fun! It didn't matter that my time didn't get recorded, or that my medal broke, or that a woman stole my beer! I tell you what! It was fun! Also, I think I will wear a tutu again in a race, it was fun to hear people talk about being passed by a girl in a tutu. I sadly lost my tutu in one of the obstacles and finished the race without it. :( &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lBZckkPGwM/Tx4a7fF4ItI/AAAAAAAAANY/t8f0XJI_c50/s1600/warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701023787558380242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lBZckkPGwM/Tx4a7fF4ItI/AAAAAAAAANY/t8f0XJI_c50/s400/warrior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, Here's my outfit for the Fayetteville Half Marathon (hilly as #%$#). I'm not normally a person that wears pink. (You can't really tell that from the pics.). I am wearing my friend's clothes. She wanted to say that her clothes ran a half marathon, and I did that for her! I must say, the Every Damn Day shirt was pretty great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lvTj1Ykgig/Tx4dsCrI0EI/AAAAAAAAANk/7l_TDxYmlsQ/s1600/edd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701026820766879810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lvTj1Ykgig/Tx4dsCrI0EI/AAAAAAAAANk/7l_TDxYmlsQ/s400/edd.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey now! doesn't the lime green stand out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDB4SEZT6u8/Tx4eGuRdRiI/AAAAAAAAANw/1mMP_a7dKQg/s1600/war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701027279146927650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDB4SEZT6u8/Tx4eGuRdRiI/AAAAAAAAANw/1mMP_a7dKQg/s400/war.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, this next one is from a race that was only yesterday! It was called the one hour track run. You run around a track for an hour and do as many miles as you can...I was just shy of 7 so that's not too shabby! Zebra pants! See? Running just looks like more fun. (I'm probably lapping those kids too...haha) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJgHOs2k-DA/Tx4e8izgENI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GGcvQ-t28BU/s1600/zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701028203781427410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJgHOs2k-DA/Tx4e8izgENI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GGcvQ-t28BU/s400/zebra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't even seeing it all! I love to wear mismatched socks, and you haven't even seen my tie dye spandex shorts. I hope to run in a tutu again because they are just so awesome and am going to get a running skirt too. The more unique I look the more fun I have! Plus, it puts some fun into my otherwise boring wardrobe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, to say goodbye! Life is busy! Training for a marathon is just bananas. Also, if you don't comment, I might go bananas. I love bananas, and I love comments. :) Shameless plug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Av6LH9y3zSw/Tx4gbSqxJZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XPxH01m65GY/s1600/bananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701029831537403282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Av6LH9y3zSw/Tx4gbSqxJZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XPxH01m65GY/s400/bananas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-4358534210086990905?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4358534210086990905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=4358534210086990905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4358534210086990905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4358534210086990905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/ridiculous-running-clothes.html' title='ridiculous running clothes...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YyEkFtLaxS0/Tx4g1JbWN6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/teE-Er_pux0/s72-c/hillbilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6224995364782896413</id><published>2012-01-20T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:44:20.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the new way we spend money...</title><content type='html'>It used to be that I would spend all my money up! I would buy clothes, I would eat out, etc. I wasn't really saving anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Andy... he is a saver. He may be not so much a saver but more so a cheapskate. He just doesn't like to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come job far away... I used to live an hour and fifteen minutes from where I worked, and it was hard for me to get to the bank. I went a couple pay periods without cashing my check, and bam! I was ahead! I couldn't spend my money because it wasn't in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come the wedding... We started saving money for the wedding and that was the biggest to date I saw my bank account get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come a budget... Before we got married, we sat down and wrote out a budget.It has been a LIFE CHANGER!Never could I have imagined saving so much money. You could say that we follow Dave Ramsey's principles. We follow them kind of loosely, but we have the same goals: pay off my student loans, have a good sized emergency fund, save for retirement. It's working! It was amazing to pay cash for the 2006 jeep liberty that I just got! They were pretty amazed at the car dealership themselves. It wasn't because we have tons of money, but it's because we spent it right. We don't eat out as much. We plan out our meals (more on that later). We give ourselves each a little bit of personal money each paycheck. We pay our bills, we budget gas, we budget birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, etc. We contribute to savings. I now purposefully spend. I only have a little bit of personal money, and I need to make it count. I use my little allowance for when I want to eat out or when I want some new clothes. (We don't budget for clothing because we own a resale store) If there is something I particularly want, I need to save up my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has worked wonders! I highly recommend that you check out Dave Ramsey (&lt;a href="http://daveramsey.com/"&gt;daveramsey.com&lt;/a&gt;). This budget has helped Andy and I start out in a strong marriage. It has made us focus on communication. We don't need to fight about money because the way we spend it is all laid out in front. We decided together that we would make decisions together. What a great way to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am going to go into more detail on areas of this budget, but this new way of life is just amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6224995364782896413?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6224995364782896413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6224995364782896413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6224995364782896413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6224995364782896413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-way-we-spend-money.html' title='the new way we spend money...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-8378081934797448024</id><published>2012-01-19T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T23:52:42.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So true...</title><content type='html'>You MUST watch this video. Ok, it may mean nothing to you. It may have a couple curse words. It's so true though! I'm a rock climber, and these are phrases we here! I cracked up watching this thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a low gravity day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lt11.com/2012/01/13/shit-climbers-say/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://lt11.com/2012/01/13/shit-climbers-say/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, it's not a virus, it's just some chuffer's video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a gumby. Watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-8378081934797448024?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8378081934797448024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=8378081934797448024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/8378081934797448024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/8378081934797448024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-true.html' title='So true...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6076357038219322225</id><published>2012-01-18T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:12:45.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back into it...</title><content type='html'>I used to run quite a bit. I also used to be pretty fast. It's funny, back in the day, when I was pretty fast, I didn't think I was all that fast! Now I only could dream of being that fast again. (and I'm not that slow now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gave up running for quite a while. By quite a while, I mean nearly 5 years! It is not that I never ran, but I didn't do any races and the max distance I would do would be 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to see changes in me. I'm getting older. The metabolism just isn't what it used to be. Climbing just didn't cut it. I decided it was time to jump back in. I am must comfortable when I have am very fit. I just needed to do something about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started sort of running again last April, and then really started picking it up in July. In August, I ran 6 miles for the first time in 5 years. Then in September I ran 8 miles. In October, I ran my first half marathon in 5 years. In November, I started training for a marathon. That's right! I said MARATHON! My distances kept getting longer and longer, and now I have ran 20 miles twice. I fear that I may become a marathoner. Those long runs are amazing! Boston is my dream! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a picture of me that landed in the paper. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm at mile 14 of a 20 mile run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AFwKT27_9M/TxeGUJq64SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ynq4oqROrpE/s1600/paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699171534212096290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AFwKT27_9M/TxeGUJq64SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ynq4oqROrpE/s400/paper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also joined an awesome running club! I have met some amazing people and it has really helped me get back into this. Plus, I have got to have tons of fun! When running is fun, it's a lot more bearable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my great friend and I preparing for the Warrior Dash! I placed 27th out of 900 in my age group and she placed pretty high in her age group too! (I forget)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKpamll1IV4/TxeJhj779KI/AAAAAAAAAM0/hssBYuq95hc/s1600/tutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699175063135974562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKpamll1IV4/TxeJhj779KI/AAAAAAAAAM0/hssBYuq95hc/s400/tutu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, running! It's great! I like to eat. Running keeps me eating. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could take all the support I could get for this marathon...so keep reading. Please! I will try to get interesting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6076357038219322225?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6076357038219322225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6076357038219322225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6076357038219322225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6076357038219322225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-into-it.html' title='back into it...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AFwKT27_9M/TxeGUJq64SI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ynq4oqROrpE/s72-c/paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-173105820050310573</id><published>2012-01-17T20:19:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:46:55.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things have changed...</title><content type='html'>So here it goes. Once again. I haven't been on this thing since 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing... I am married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlYE3b5ajWg/TxYsnhCXDuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-5GuFrlZROU/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528128%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698791435878731490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlYE3b5ajWg/TxYsnhCXDuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-5GuFrlZROU/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528128%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuNnyAzIit0/TxYe_C-YjJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZEW25BIhYQU/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252891%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698776446963059858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuNnyAzIit0/TxYe_C-YjJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZEW25BIhYQU/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252891%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I share some highlights??? Ok, you twisted my arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrS7FQZ0jZM/TxYffH1ujSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NnVB6RbY-CA/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528102%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698776998024744226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrS7FQZ0jZM/TxYffH1ujSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NnVB6RbY-CA/s320/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528102%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress was AWESOME! See the beautiful backdrop? It was a rainy cold day, but it made for a perfect setting. We decided to get married in the Red River Gorge in Kentucy. It is where we met, and it was special to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8lbXu1sFa0/TxYhMlOlEzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2ZYDdiKUYnc/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252860%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698778878519350066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8lbXu1sFa0/TxYhMlOlEzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2ZYDdiKUYnc/s320/Deal%2BWedding%2B%252860%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They quality doesn't look all that great squeezed so small, but there is Andy with my bridesmaids. The color of the dresses you ask? It's clover! Where did I get the flowers? I ordered them online and had them shipped to me! (&lt;a href="http://www.bridesign.com/"&gt;http://www.bridesign.com/&lt;/a&gt;) They were GORGEOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that though!! Let's get to the fun stuff!!! I loved our wedding reception! Here's our cake. We decided to go with a cupcake cake. LOVED IT. It turned out so awesome. The flavors were unique and it was yummy. It was a lot cheaper than getting a wedding cake too! (Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.bb-cakes.com/"&gt;babycakes cupcakes/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ywg2PNiVAoM/TxYiQAwPRTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_X3QnuyaOzE/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528178%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698780036959520050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ywg2PNiVAoM/TxYiQAwPRTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_X3QnuyaOzE/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528178%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See that cake topper?? Oh! Let me show you a closeup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVerP1sjCSE/TxYjglcAyvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jheg28e9aWE/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528179%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698781421196331762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVerP1sjCSE/TxYjglcAyvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jheg28e9aWE/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528179%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep! We made that! It was teamwork too! Andy did the structure work. He also made that tiny tux. (He doesn't understand why I am so proud of him for making that, but look at it, it's awesome.). I did the painting and little details. i think it turned out awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you are wondering...what about the food?? What about the drinks? Did you have snacks?? Why yes and yes and yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did our best to have a wedding on a budget. We did a good job. Our food? It was pizza. Not just any pizza, but Miguel's Pizza! This where we met. It's a pizza place in Slade, KY that climbers also use to camp at. It is majestic. It's not just any pizza, they have so many topping combinations. My favorite is chicken, bbq sauce, ranch, pasta, onions, and green peppers. PASTA??? yep. You can even get rice, sweet potatos, corn, etc. I love this place!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgA_EZmiE1k/TxYlgJxpD2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4ivrT7HFjBE/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528253%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698783612794113890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgA_EZmiE1k/TxYlgJxpD2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4ivrT7HFjBE/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528253%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The drinks? Andy brews his own beer. We were able to provide our own alcohol, so we provided homebrew! This was awesome touch and people loved his beer. We even made our own beer taps! They matched the caketopper. The groom signifies Andy's beer (a porter) and the bride signifies my beer (a pale ale). The middle tap was just a happy beer for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ3M3gwnYk8/TxYm1Tx0XRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/u5EF9D__Iw8/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528202%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698785075768089874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ3M3gwnYk8/TxYm1Tx0XRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/u5EF9D__Iw8/s320/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528202%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pizza not enough for you? Well we had snacks! This turned out to be a hit and I LOVED the way the table turned out. Cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNjzAfsDYRI/TxYtS1b5neI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hAzbinbqsc8/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528206%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698792180088937954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNjzAfsDYRI/TxYtS1b5neI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hAzbinbqsc8/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528206%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POXQjnzSxaE/TxYn0qzskvI/AAAAAAAAALI/lvTcgfadWLU/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528184%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698786164281742066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POXQjnzSxaE/TxYn0qzskvI/AAAAAAAAALI/lvTcgfadWLU/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528184%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was such a lovely room. The decor was simplistic and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my photographer didn't get a good picture of our centerpieces and I am too lazy to get on facebook and grab up someone else's picture of one. I loved our centerpieces and they were cheap! They were mason jars with candles inside. Strung around the outside was a litte wooden heart with A+R carved in them. They were cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about the guestbook? Well, I was sort of against all things traditional and I just didn't want a normal guest book. So, I didn't have one. Here's what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWvgPPOhHxk/TxYqVCoEARI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZzQnileUSwU/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528260%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698788919454466322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWvgPPOhHxk/TxYqVCoEARI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZzQnileUSwU/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528260%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Ok Rose, we are getting bored." That is what you are saying, right? Well, I'll stop soon. I know you are wondering about the music though! That was our biggest splurge. We had a band called Bonepony play. (Google them...they are awesome).&lt;br /&gt;Andy and I just didn't really want to have a DJ or dance to the chicken dance. We wanted to have a good stompin good time and a big party. That's what we did. We invited rock climbers to come for the band and it was awesome to see a lot of faces that I don't get to see often. Our families loved the band and it was because of the band that we were able to get a picture that I will cherish forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lyhjEKNdPjU/TxYr_IoiFnI/AAAAAAAAAME/SxEVj4JtnSM/s1600/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528308%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698790742133184114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lyhjEKNdPjU/TxYr_IoiFnI/AAAAAAAAAME/SxEVj4JtnSM/s400/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528308%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you made it to the end, I just wanted to tell you that this a new chapter in my life. A lot has changed and I want to share more. I promise that my next update will be soon. If you want more details or if you want to see more pictures all you have to do is ask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-173105820050310573?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/173105820050310573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=173105820050310573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/173105820050310573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/173105820050310573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-have-changed.html' title='things have changed...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlYE3b5ajWg/TxYsnhCXDuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-5GuFrlZROU/s72-c/Deal%2BWedding%2B%2528128%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-7573954425779763590</id><published>2010-04-18T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:43:20.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blog blog blog bloggy blog blog...</title><content type='html'>Sitting here on the couch right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on my half bottle of wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Justin wine...a cab... lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing the couch with three dogs right now.  There are four at our house.  Andy's brother's dogs are over here.  It makes for crazy times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad winter is over.  You really may not imagine how glad I am.  I LOVE warmer weather!  I went climbing the last couple days.  I am tore up!  You should see the scrapes and the bug bites.  You would think I was in the wilderness just a little longer!  The sun was out.  It was lovely!!!!!  I got a bit of a tan...and I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas has many warm weather activities and I fully intend on taking part in them much more than I did last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to California in May and I am very very excited!!!! I loves me the beach and it will be there...waiting for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tonight I had a dinner and it did not cost much money at all.  It was a fish Andy had caught and some rice and some corn.  I love cheap good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I also love good wine...and good beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Today was cold.  Too terribly cold for the weather we have been having lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hate having to drive so far to go to work.   Any other suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My life is just a little too boring right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-7573954425779763590?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7573954425779763590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=7573954425779763590&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7573954425779763590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7573954425779763590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-blog-blog-bloggy-blog-blog.html' title='blog blog blog bloggy blog blog...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3415460231381389813</id><published>2010-03-21T22:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:44:51.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started sort of reading through old posts.  First, I went back and looked at the beginnings.  I only made it partially through 05.  Then, I started with the latest entries and worked my way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out,  It was WAYYYY more interesting back in the day.   It's been pretty lame lame lame since at least 2008.  Probably because I never wrote on it anymore and probably because I never did have anything interesting to say.  Well, I may have had interesting things to say, I just never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit around on my computer too much anyway and lamely look at facebook.  Why can't I just write a bit on here too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2010.  The blog has been around since December 2004.  I'd like to one day just print it all off and have a book of it.  That would be pretty fun huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious updates about me have far been neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my dog?  I don't know if she has made her way over here.  Her name is Lumiya and I've had her since about August of 2008.  I got her outside of Walmart one day.  She was sitting so sadly in a box.  She was covered in fleas and a tiny puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her the day I got her, she was pretty dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bVIqPhkfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8XDfWoKqeAk/s1600-h/lumiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bVIqPhkfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8XDfWoKqeAk/s400/lumiya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451278743733637618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her dressed as harry pupper her first Halloween!  Check out her ears!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bVt1bxhLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Bdy96G2P6gk/s1600-h/harrypupper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bVt1bxhLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Bdy96G2P6gk/s400/harrypupper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451279382392964274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is her and Chili Dog getting themselves their picture made last October (so she's pretty full grown.  She ways about 25 pounds.)  Chili is Andy's dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bWZZrJp8I/AAAAAAAAAII/c9350d1GBHc/s1600-h/lumiyachilli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bWZZrJp8I/AAAAAAAAAII/c9350d1GBHc/s400/lumiyachilli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451280130855512002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does her name come from you ask?  If you forgot, her name is Lumiya.  Lumiya is a name of a dark lady of the sith that can be found in some star wars books.  She looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bW_X3BzQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MDhO-i4ljvs/s1600-h/lumiyastarwars.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bW_X3BzQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MDhO-i4ljvs/s400/lumiyastarwars.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451280783203486978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a pretty cool name too.  I used to really enjoy the fact that I had never seen star wars.  In fact, it can be found in the archives of this blog.  Then, I listened to a Star Wars book on tape.  I wanted to see the movies after that!  I started with Episode 1 and worked my way through.  I have now seen them all as well as listened to many Star Wars books and could really hold my own in Star Wars conversations.  Also, I have some Star Wars pez dispensers, a Lumiya action figure, a Leia, an R2, a C3po, a Chubawca, a palpatine, a darth vader, a count dookoo, some other random stuff including a bobo phet bobble head, and also Andy and I put together a millennium falcon lego kit. (so don't even know if half of those words are spelled right!)  I even bought him a Yoda flash drive for Christmas.  Yikes huh?  It's a snowball effect.  You buy one thing, and then you want more.  At some point, I will probably have a whole room dedicated to Star Wars stuff.  And the nerd score goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did meet a girl who had a son named Jedi.  (His middle name was also Luke).  She had another son who had the middle name Mace.  The father loves Star Wars, and it happened that Mace was a family name.  He somehow got her sold on the idea of naming a child Jedi.  I then was telling her about Luke Skywalker's wife.  I told her I thought her name was pretty.  It's Mara Jade.  She said she has always liked the name Jade and Mara really went with it.  I hope if they have a girl they name it Mara Jade!  That's spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  And I even made Andy an R2D2 cake for his birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bZJI8O6SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UdPtJ7A9kSA/s1600-h/R2D2cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bZJI8O6SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UdPtJ7A9kSA/s400/R2D2cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451283150020733218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a little bit pathetic once you write it all down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3415460231381389813?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3415460231381389813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3415460231381389813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3415460231381389813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3415460231381389813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-started-sort-of-reading-through.html' title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/S6bVIqPhkfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8XDfWoKqeAk/s72-c/lumiya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-513859858262837016</id><published>2010-03-20T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:36:15.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New post!  Thom inspired me.   This blog is old old old and people used to read it.  Now it's all about facebook.  I believe I've said that before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom sent me a message on facebook yesterday, with old comments from this here blog.  Trip down memory lane.  Let me tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  my cousin Sarah said she missed my blog.  Plus she misses me.  I miss her too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom and Sarah first made a connection on this blog through comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually here:  (Thanks Thom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;amp;postID=110717764095286932&amp;amp;isPopup=true" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;amp;postID=110717764095286932&amp;amp;isPopup=true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  Thom and Sarah are facebook friends.  Now, Thom is going to be in Indianapolis this summer and we all are going to drink beer.  Maybe even have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Thom because he helped install the phone system at a place of my previous employment.  Somehow, he started reading my blog.  I wonder if he keeps in touch with a lot of people that he installs  phone systems for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's snowing outside.  Really.  Sort of crazy.  I don't like it.  I know Sarah wouldn't either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brightside,  it should be the last time for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to California in May.   Miss that state.  It's lovely there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Arkansas now.  It's good here too.  Although it seems as though the weather is very bad!  It rains entirely too much.  The people here say it's not usual.  I don't believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Sarah could be here!  I like being close to her!  She's my cousin, she's my friend...and I bet we could be best of the best friends if we lived closer.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,  if another post shall come.  This one must get at least one comment.  Maybe even two. (even though I bet they will be Thom and Sarah's)  That's ok!  Seriously,  I am going to try this thing again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-513859858262837016?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/513859858262837016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=513859858262837016&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/513859858262837016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/513859858262837016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-4862998576533075029</id><published>2009-06-07T19:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:05:10.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened.</title><content type='html'>Today, I set up an account on Twitter.  I don't really know why.  I was sort of bored, and people keep talking about it, so I went and set up an account.  I don't really get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this blog popped in my head and I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; wasn't really around or it was just beginning.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xanga&lt;/span&gt; was around, but I didn't really use it.  I didn't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; for keeping in touch and talking to people.  It was good times!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,  I joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Xanga&lt;/span&gt;.  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;.  AND TODAY...Twitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened to this blog.   I like the short little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blurps&lt;/span&gt; I can put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; in my status.  I like the little thumbs up like button.  (However I think there should be a thumbs down button also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad what has happened to my poor little blogger blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-4862998576533075029?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4862998576533075029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=4862998576533075029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4862998576533075029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4862998576533075029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happened.html' title='what happened.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-5401558193355808774</id><published>2009-05-16T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:28:01.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testing 1 2 3</title><content type='html'>can anybody hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my...the days when I used to blog.  Long gone.  Lots of reasons.  Not lots of time.  Plus, I have not had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; at my house since the ice storm in January!  The cable wire got pulled from our house in Kentucky.  Asher still blogs.  I just was over at his blog, and I decided I would write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't like writing to blank audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.  If I decide my audience is not completely empty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-5401558193355808774?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5401558193355808774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=5401558193355808774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5401558193355808774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5401558193355808774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2009/05/testing-1-2-3.html' title='testing 1 2 3'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6886642598909108964</id><published>2008-11-03T12:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:36:34.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil with the blue dress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/SQ82glo1_SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zAWaWSp04yo/s1600-h/n522001140_1963194_2344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/SQ82glo1_SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zAWaWSp04yo/s400/n522001140_1963194_2344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264486422906535202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Halloween to come!  I dressed my dog as Harry Potter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6886642598909108964?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6886642598909108964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6886642598909108964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6886642598909108964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6886642598909108964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2008/11/devil-with-blue-dress.html' title='Devil with the blue dress...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHs0An0raUw/SQ82glo1_SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zAWaWSp04yo/s72-c/n522001140_1963194_2344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-4283987660227640952</id><published>2008-06-05T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:30:05.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh...</title><content type='html'>has it really been a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to close down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times have been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should check Asher's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if he still updates I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-4283987660227640952?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4283987660227640952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=4283987660227640952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4283987660227640952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4283987660227640952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2008/06/gosh.html' title='gosh...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-829594981861780879</id><published>2008-05-05T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:04:41.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>After being in California for last spring and summer, all this rain sure is a shock to my system.  I don't mind rain so much, but I do mind it when it only comes on the weekend.  I wish it would rain on Monday and be done by Wednesday.  Hopefully it will stop raining so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running a 5k on Saturday.  It's the first race I've actually trained for in a while.  I still think I'm going to be slow.  I feel good getting back in shape though.  Maybe one day I'll be sort of fast again.  (or at least what I think is fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new job.  It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-829594981861780879?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/829594981861780879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=829594981861780879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/829594981861780879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/829594981861780879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2008/05/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-5426523017184753381</id><published>2008-05-02T23:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:51:47.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha ha</title><content type='html'>I found this while I was looking for an old post.  I laughed.  I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/SBvhIA6KegI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nAcgc_sZutk/s1600-h/Sexy+Party+0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/SBvhIA6KegI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nAcgc_sZutk/s400/Sexy+Party+0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195994122901158402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was looking for an old post and I came upon this.  I laughed.  I miss him.  We should hang soon.  We should.  You wanna go rock climbing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-5426523017184753381?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5426523017184753381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=5426523017184753381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5426523017184753381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5426523017184753381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2008/05/ha-ha-ha.html' title='ha ha ha'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/SBvhIA6KegI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nAcgc_sZutk/s72-c/Sexy+Party+0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-362728618634801737</id><published>2008-03-21T00:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:09:22.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck</title><content type='html'>So, I've been sitting around bored for a little while.  I've been tooling around on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, just wasting time.  I keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgetting&lt;/span&gt; about this poor old blog.  I think...what else am I going to look at and then I remember about this thing.  I forget about all those many faithful readers (ha!) that are sitting on the edge of their seats waiting for the next update.  Well, to you my friends...here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job does not offer insurance.  It sucks because there are some medicines I need and they are expensive.  Damn asthma.  I can get through that though.  I was sick a couple weeks ago.   I had to go to the doctor.  It cost me $80.  They gave me samples for my antibiotic and then the prescription they gave me only cost $10.  Well, that's alright.  $90 to go the doctor.  That's less than I would pay for insurance in a month.  I haven't gone to the doctor in a while.  The problem is this little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inhaler&lt;/span&gt; I need that cost $200 for a 2 month's supply.  That's $100 a month another $40 about every 3 months for another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inhaler&lt;/span&gt;.   I don't even bother to fill a prescription for any allergy medicine.  I just stick with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt;.  It doesn't do much good for me, but it's cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said...California had nice options for people without insurance.  You were able to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; vouchers and such.  I liked it.  I didn't really think much about who was paying for it.  I was just thinking hey! It's free for me!  The thing is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; has became ridiculously expensive.  (or maybe it always has been).  However, I'm not sure what to think about the extremes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; and Clinton on wanting to revamp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt;.  They both seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WAYYYY&lt;/span&gt; left to me.  I would love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;healthcare&lt;/span&gt; help for people, but I fear that it will have a negative impact on a lot of people.  Of course, it would help a lot of people too.  I've heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;murmurings&lt;/span&gt; about the quality of care going down and such.  I know places like Sweden and Canada and such already offer free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;healthcare&lt;/span&gt; or something like that.  I always thought it was a good idea.  I just think it would be nice to be able to afford to go to a doctor when I need to.  Especially specialists.  I could really use a check up at an allergy/asthma specialist.  Luckily, all the female doctor care you need can be taken care of for free or for low low cost basically all across the country.  Why can't this be done with other areas?   Tell me.  Maybe you've looked more into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, really I am rambling and haven't looked much into any of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;candidates&lt;/span&gt;.  I wish our two party system could change a bit.  We have far left and far right...not much in between.  I wish the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;inbetweens&lt;/span&gt; would shine through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-362728618634801737?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/362728618634801737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=362728618634801737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/362728618634801737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/362728618634801737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-suck.html' title='i suck'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-1993380136986342995</id><published>2008-02-20T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:23:50.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggy blog blog blog.</title><content type='html'>I still have one.  Yep.  It's still here.  I still think fondly of it.  I wish I had any witty talent at all.  Then, I could spit out wonderful blogs everyone would want to read, and I could be famous! Ok.  Maybe not.  Yep.  The witty talent isn't there.  Maybe I'm not quick enough with thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time moves fast.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think?  I mean, I can't believe it's almost March of 2008.  I remember when I was little, I used to think people in their 20s were so old.  Ha.  Now...I think people in their 20s are so young.  I'm young.  Actually, I'm not sure what I consider old.  I consider some people that are in their 50's as young.  I guess it's just the person.  Some people that are 26 seem way old.  Some people that are 33 seem way young.  I guess it's your perspective and your life experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a weird ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you young or old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-1993380136986342995?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/1993380136986342995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=1993380136986342995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1993380136986342995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1993380136986342995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2008/02/bloggy-blog-blog-blog.html' title='bloggy blog blog blog.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3835743566968064247</id><published>2008-01-30T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:21:23.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ya know...</title><content type='html'>Yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to California a couple weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was friggin cold when I got back.  Brrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been as cold lately...but it keeps freaking raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it rains because that means I have to stay cooped up all day with a bunch of overly energetic kids who can't get that energy out...and then they don't nap...and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just needs themselves some rain boots so we can go outside even if there are two inches of mud on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back up to Indianapolis and spend some quality time with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3835743566968064247?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3835743566968064247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3835743566968064247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3835743566968064247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3835743566968064247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2008/01/ya-know.html' title='ya know...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-7921695268652304035</id><published>2008-01-06T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:56:06.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hope.</title><content type='html'>I hope everybody's Christmas was grand.  Mine was good.  Traveled around the great state of Indiana and then went to Tennessee for New Year's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a week...I'm going to California for a week!!! I'm excited to see all my California peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weather is grand.  Well, asides from the rain.  The temperature is nice though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-7921695268652304035?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7921695268652304035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=7921695268652304035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7921695268652304035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7921695268652304035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2008/01/hope.html' title='hope.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-638729235330699821</id><published>2007-12-13T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:12:47.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>My sister is pregnant.  My LITTLE sister is pregnant.  Not only has she been married for two years, but now she's pregnant.   Good for her.  She's 23.  I could not even imagine being pregnant at 23.  I can't even imagine being pregnant at 25.  Actually, I can't even really imagine being pregnant.  Maybe my parents will get off my back about getting married and producing them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm glad my sister is fulfilling their wishes and I can remain as I am without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;harassment&lt;/span&gt; (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas is nearly here.  I haven't done much shopping.  I need to.  I'm excited to see my family.  I haven't lived around them for about a year now.  It's weird not seeing my dad that often.  We used to at least have lunch or something every week.  Usually, we saw each other more than once a week.  I miss him.  I  miss my sister, too, but she hasn't lived around me for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time.  Crazy girl.  Living in Montana.  I see my mom on a normal basis.  We never were ones for hanging out often.  I plan on spending Christmas morning/afternoon at her house...and Christmas Eve at my dad's house.  I miss my Grandma too.  I used to see her a lot.  I wish I could see her more.    I think Andy's going to be with me at Christmastime this year.  It's not a normal thing for me to have a boyfriend with me on Christmas.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...not normal AT ALL.  I think I'm even going to be tagging along with him on his family Christmas stuff.  That's even less normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is boring boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-638729235330699821?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/638729235330699821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=638729235330699821&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/638729235330699821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/638729235330699821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/12/so.html' title='so...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-9001845919401399549</id><published>2007-12-02T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:04:17.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog that started it all...</title><content type='html'>I started this blog nearly 3 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-blog.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to that post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go ahead and cut and paste the blog too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Sunday, December 26, 2004&lt;/h2&gt;         &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;   &lt;a name="110404975306966849"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      I have a blog!        &lt;/h3&gt;                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I have decided to create a blog. Too much has been making me mad lately and I just need somewhere to go with it, so enjoy! This is the day after Christmas now, and I am just randomly staying up all night..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. Since this is my first post... I am going to share with you some random things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*Yesterday I went to the Pistons/Pacers game. It was a good game, too bad the Pacers lost. That makes me sad. It was a pretty emotionally charged game. There was a guy sitting a few rows in front of us wearing a shirt saying "The world needs Jesus, We have Jesus, so let's show Jesus to the world." Let me tell you about how he "showed Jesus to the world." He was a Pistons fan, and he trashed talked the whole entire game. Somebody in the crowd yelled "hey, Jesus wants you to shut up!" What a great witness that was, huh? That really drives me nuts! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;! Out of our whole entire section, the guy wearing the Jesus shirt was the biggest trash talker. Wow! and some Christians wonder why people hate Christianity! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*I was bored last night, so I decided to go make some noise in a Christian chat room. Sometimes that is really fun to do. We had some interesting conversations. Much debating was going on. I am going to share with you one funny comment a girl made. I asked what everybody thought about cussing, and it seemed like the main theme that came out of it was that God wants us to build people up and not tear them down and cuss words tear people down. So I asked if I think something is really cool can I say "that's the shit" because in essence I am not tearing anything down. Here is the kicker: this girl replies with "no, but you can say crap." I then come back with "so can I say you are full of crap"? because to me that sounds worse. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; seem to think that was wrong because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; using an actual "cuss word." Another guy told me that the only reason why I cuss is because I am imitating what my parents did when I was younger. The funny thing is I have never ever heard either of my parents cuss. I didn't even know any cuss words until I started going to a public school in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, so that was a funny comment to make. Another guy said I wouldn't cuss if I had self-control. I NEVER CUSS!!! It is not even in my vocabulary! I get made fun of when I cuss because I sound funny. Apparently I sound too happy. Instead of giving me their input on cussing, it became a "lets cleanse rose of her obvious cussing sin." It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a room full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fundies&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That is about all I have to say for my first post..if anybody does read this, I hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, things have changed.  For one thing, I went to a Pacers game on Christmas...and I was sad about them losing.  Now, I care nothing about the Pacers.  I went from being a season ticket holder to caring nothing.  That's kind of sad.  That was fun times.  They just don't get the point and won't get of Jamaal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tinsley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what about the guy that made me mad at the Pacers game in his Jesus shirt?  I still hate it that Christianity seems to be more about hypocrisy sometimes.  It used to be that I would talk about that stuff on this blog, but I got tired of it.  I don't know why...but I did.  Maybe I just decided to be done with complaining about "Christianity as it is" as I was busy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Like Jazz &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Kind of Christian &lt;/span&gt;and all the other books that Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mclaren&lt;/span&gt; wrote.   I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a bunch of debating on this blog...not by me...but by the people that commented.  That's right...in the glory days of this blog...people actually COMMENTED!  Now, I don't really write anything of interest.  Maybe because I can't really think of anything to write.  Instead, I just tell you about my boring life.  Who really wants to hear about Andy and I checking out silly Christmas lights in the park.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wooo&lt;/span&gt;...yep.  That's how exciting I am.  I mean I go climbing, but do you really want to here how excited I am when I take a little more of chance and get a little better of a lead head?  Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other funny thing in that blog is when I said I never cuss.  That used to be true...3 years ago.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Not so much anymore.  I mean...I wouldn't say I cuss like a sailor...but I'm a bit more comfortable with cussing...and I probably don't look so funny and happy anymore when I do it.  Well, maybe I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other boring news...&lt;br /&gt;Andy and I put a live Christmas tree up.  I haven't had a Christmas tree...since uh...I don't know...I went to college... so it's kind of cool.  We have stockings hung up on the fireplace mantle...Chili Dog even has one.  It's kind of cheesy and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a trophy yesterday... ;)  For winning second place in my age group in a 5k. :)  Pretty cool.  I've never won a trophy for placing in my age group.  I mean, I was pretty pumped when I won a medal for placing in my age group at the freedom festival 5k. :)  I think I have a picture of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/R1NVf2ZjDmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ENYxqCJ9BKo/s1600-R/festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/R1NVf2ZjDmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8VSr5s18AoA/s400/festival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139545605426843234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...that was a fun race.  Well, maybe not so much the race.  I seem to remember no mile markers... There was a cool festival though, and a free stuff tent.  (that's where we got the cool sunglasses)  Good times.  I miss those times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I should kill this blog.  Maybe I won't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-9001845919401399549?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9001845919401399549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=9001845919401399549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9001845919401399549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9001845919401399549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-that-started-it-all.html' title='The blog that started it all...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/R1NVf2ZjDmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8VSr5s18AoA/s72-c/festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-264282657296906294</id><published>2007-11-12T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:17:05.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the desk removed from my classroom so I could finally rearrange my classroom the way I wanted.  I stayed at work an extra two hours working on it.  It's sad how excited I was to finally have it the way I wanted.  I was proud of my book area and my dramatic play area...and that's kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those preschoolers...they are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about them a lot.  I'm so proud of them when they can write new letters or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; new words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-264282657296906294?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/264282657296906294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=264282657296906294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/264282657296906294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/264282657296906294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/today.html' title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-4014867226954864558</id><published>2007-11-02T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:50:24.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3eFlE97I/AAAAAAAAAEI/P9J8VVR9vZ0/s1600-h/pumpkin%27s+together.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3eFlE97I/AAAAAAAAAEI/P9J8VVR9vZ0/s400/pumpkin%27s+together.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128394328213092274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the jack o lanterns that andy and I carved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3eVlE98I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vrDb-W29K_k/s1600-h/rose%27s+pumpkin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3eVlE98I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vrDb-W29K_k/s400/rose%27s+pumpkin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128394332508059586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's mine up close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3ellE99I/AAAAAAAAAEY/AjrwDtGSHgg/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3ellE99I/AAAAAAAAAEY/AjrwDtGSHgg/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128394336803026898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Halloween costume.  I was a guitar hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3ellE9-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OIBqI9V8C7k/s1600-h/climbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3ellE9-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OIBqI9V8C7k/s400/climbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128394336803026914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even climbed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...that's halfway interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-4014867226954864558?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4014867226954864558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=4014867226954864558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4014867226954864558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4014867226954864558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Ryu3eFlE97I/AAAAAAAAAEI/P9J8VVR9vZ0/s72-c/pumpkin%27s+together.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6961068601795051687</id><published>2007-10-17T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:01:59.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>I just carved my first Jack-O-Lantern ever!  I think I did an alright job.  :) Maybe I'll take a picture and post it.  Andy carved one too.  His is scarier than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep doing all kinds of fall crafts in the preschool room.  It's been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know what to be for Halloween.  Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I've been lacking on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6961068601795051687?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6961068601795051687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6961068601795051687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6961068601795051687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6961068601795051687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3202368069089297392</id><published>2007-09-28T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:18:06.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr...</title><content type='html'>sorry.  I need to update.  I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right, there I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like teaching little kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot of carnival food today.  Most of it was sub par.  Oh well...but now I feel like there is a brick in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who puts sprinkles on caramel apples???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like mullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3202368069089297392?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3202368069089297392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3202368069089297392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3202368069089297392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3202368069089297392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/09/grrr.html' title='Grrr...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-9131799346859688808</id><published>2007-09-06T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:57:42.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yo.</title><content type='html'>Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo...this past weekend, I went to the Red.  I LOVE it there.  On Friday, I hung in Lex with people.  I love it there too.  It was nice and somewhat of a culture shock to be out at a bar in a city. (and not even a big city at that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Astrocamp.  They have gotten their first groups in for the fall.  I'm sad I'm not there.  I love Idyllwild.  It's gorgeous and so unique.  Never would I think that I would be wishing to be in a small town, but I think that place is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here are good though.  I'm teaching little kiddies.  It's fun.  I can finally be in a room alone with a group, and that's nice.  For a little while, I kept having to be in the nursery because I couldn't be with my kids alone.  I'm not so much a fan of kids that age.  All my background checks came back free and clear and I am now allowed to fingerpaint with the little kiddies.  Wow...what fun times.  I especially love the two hour naptime that takes place daily.  I was wondering what I was going to do without the astrocamp two hour lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's dog, Chili, got bit by something on saturday...we think it may have been a copperhead.  It cut our climbing day short.  Chili dog is ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy.  and I like it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-9131799346859688808?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9131799346859688808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=9131799346859688808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9131799346859688808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9131799346859688808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/09/yo.html' title='yo.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-5329987367164747428</id><published>2007-08-27T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:22:22.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shooo...</title><content type='html'>I was sick this weekend.  I mean really sick.  I looked like death.  It was awful.  Glad it came just in time for the weekend and I was better for work.  Grrr... I mean not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Playstation II now! Andy got me it for my birthday.  Now, I can play guitar hero at my own house.  :).  It's lovely.  I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dang barney songs stuck in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going on with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-5329987367164747428?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5329987367164747428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=5329987367164747428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5329987367164747428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5329987367164747428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/08/shooo_27.html' title='shooo...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-4139190140515782163</id><published>2007-08-14T09:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:09:35.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-4139190140515782163?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4139190140515782163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=4139190140515782163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4139190140515782163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4139190140515782163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/08/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6679359188451603414</id><published>2007-08-13T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:51:38.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shooo....</title><content type='html'>I'm teaching little kiddies now.  I mean, really little kiddies.  Tought work.  Forgot about that.  Haven't actually seen a 3 year old in a long time.  Oh well.  It's gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is trying to make an angel food cake as we speak.  I wonder how it's gonna turn out.  I hear they are hard to  actually  make right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6679359188451603414?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6679359188451603414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6679359188451603414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6679359188451603414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6679359188451603414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/08/shooo.html' title='shooo....'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3632405889014299812</id><published>2007-08-10T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:21:07.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yep.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dooooooone&lt;/span&gt; with all the driving.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the great state of Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start work on Monday...dang it, not even a whole week and a half away from work.  It's back to working with little kiddies for me.  I can't get away from them. :)  I'm such a nerd...I'm so excited to see what kind of science I can teach little preschoolers...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I going to be running a race for the first time in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time.  I'm excited.  That's the only reason why I run...the races....the free t-shirts.  I just can't get motivated just to run to stay in shape.  There has to be some end goal of me being fast or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that my old boss at Chuck E Cheese (I was there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FOOORRREVEER&lt;/span&gt;)  has breast cancer. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, don't know...did I mention I got pulled over in Cali?  The police officer told me I was going 90.  My Jeep does not go that fast and this is a fact.  He ended up just giving me a harsh scolding ...no ticket or warning or anything.  I think he realized that, in fact, my little 97 jeep wrangler 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cylinder&lt;/span&gt; stands no chance of going 90 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news (and I mentioned it before) ...It's freaking hot outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3632405889014299812?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3632405889014299812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3632405889014299812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3632405889014299812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3632405889014299812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/08/yep.html' title='yep.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-1301779271457697996</id><published>2007-08-06T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:07:59.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>woo...</title><content type='html'>I am really taking my time getting on the road today.  Right now, I'm in Albuquerque.  I'm heading to Oklahoma City today, and then tomorrow... I'll be done driving.  That's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad... Astrocamp is spectacular...and now I'm not there.  However, I am super excited to see everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer was fun.  I'm glad it's over...but it was fun.  I'm excited because there are a ton of people that live in kentucky...sooo hopefully I'll get to hang out with them and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California is a lovely place.  Now...I'm going to Owensboro, KY??? That doesn't make any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to hang out with Kenda the last couple days.  It's been fun.  It's nice to hang out with someone you've known for a while rather than just a few months... Not that hanging out with those people you just met isn't cool...it's just that sometimes it's nice to talk about the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...I see Leisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...I SEE ANDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost about time for the state fair.  I'm excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom...are you going to be around Indy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-1301779271457697996?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/1301779271457697996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=1301779271457697996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1301779271457697996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1301779271457697996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/08/woo.html' title='woo...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-5637786863357181512</id><published>2007-08-01T01:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:51:21.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet...</title><content type='html'>Today, I finished up my last classes with the dreaded climbing instructor here.  That's spectacular.  I didn't so much enjoy working with him.  Not so much at all.  In fact,  I plan on never ever having to co teach with him again.  I think that will have to be a factor in whether or not I come back next summer.  Sad it has to be like that...I just can't stand working with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm completly done with classes now, and on Friday I get to start driving back.  Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous about that too.  I'll be living in Owensboro, KY.  Eek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be wonderful though.  Well, at least I hope it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figured out I really love chocolate pudding.  Who doesn't though?  The kitchen claims kids don't like pudding...does that make any sense at all...Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids like pudding...and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like pudding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-5637786863357181512?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5637786863357181512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=5637786863357181512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5637786863357181512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5637786863357181512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet.html' title='sweet...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6470799170429090566</id><published>2007-07-27T19:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:35:15.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one week left!!!</title><content type='html'>yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6470799170429090566?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6470799170429090566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6470799170429090566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6470799170429090566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6470799170429090566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-week-left.html' title='one week left!!!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3610974859719161201</id><published>2007-07-24T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:23:55.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>really????</title><content type='html'>it makes me laugh...maybe you need to be asking someone else for what your wanting...because I owe you nothing... now go on...get a life now... there ya go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, work... fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff we do while on the job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have formal dinners with the kids...we have to be their servers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random picture from that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RqalWIITf5I/AAAAAAAAACo/LKnqChEJLTM/s1600-h/formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RqalWIITf5I/AAAAAAAAACo/LKnqChEJLTM/s400/formal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090938228346945426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes me laugh most is andrew's pink crocs in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be in the lovely OKY hanging with the lovely you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3610974859719161201?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3610974859719161201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3610974859719161201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3610974859719161201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3610974859719161201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/07/really.html' title='really????'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RqalWIITf5I/AAAAAAAAACo/LKnqChEJLTM/s72-c/formal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-1660368340724200249</id><published>2007-07-17T16:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:50:43.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dang it...</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I'm so bad at updating this thing.  I'm busy.  It's been fun.  Andy was out here for a good chunk of time and that was awesome.  I think he's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did eat in and out 3 times while he was here, and I think I've had my share of in and out for the summer.  Probably  not just in and out, but burgers also.  It was good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's work drama too.  The guy I have to spend the most time with (the climbing instructor) and I just don't get along.  It sucks.  I feel like I should be able to be at least civil with someone right? and work with them... Nope.  Not this guy.  So now, this next two week session is going to be all switched up.  I won't have to work with him as much.  This kind of sucks because that means I'm not going to be doing as many climbing classes. :(.  Oh well...it's better than putting up with his antics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just those people in life you meet that you just completely clash with.  He's got the personality type I clash with.  That's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there's just 3 weeks left of summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's going on with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-1660368340724200249?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/1660368340724200249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=1660368340724200249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1660368340724200249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1660368340724200249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/07/dang-it.html' title='dang it...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-9073790643793129102</id><published>2007-06-29T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:53:14.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks down...</title><content type='html'>Woo... I've got a free moment to actually sit down and see to my poor little neglected blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2 of summer just finished up today.  The kids left...and week 3 starts tomorrow... woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty fun.  I think Astrocamp is pretty cool.  The summer schedule seems to be pretty lax, althought we don't really get a lot of full days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited because Andy is coming on thursday.  He's cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been drinking a lot of wine lately.  My idea of a good party is wine and cheese.  That's tragic.  It's spectacular at the same time.  Last week, a small group of us ate alot of cheese...and drank a lot of wine.  Nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a party going on here at camp tonight.  I don't really have a huge desire to go.  It's not a wine and cheese party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it turns out my mom is moving. (yet again).  She's moving to the same street the THE brian's parents live on.  He doesn't live that far from there...he bought a house on a court that's off of that street.  So, that's kind of funny...and kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a kid at camp this week, and his last name was Fun.  I thought that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jeep finally has a back window.  I was able to get it washed and it looks wonderful.  PLUS I got the radio that was stolen forever ago replaced.  NOW I have music.  I love my jeep again.  WOOHOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is just really a bunch of random ramblings huh?  That's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 5 more weeks of camp left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'll be heading to the OKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher, I'm still here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss some people back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mac and cheese...Kraft mac and cheese though.  I've been eating too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love In and Out too... mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.  you can't have any in and out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-9073790643793129102?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9073790643793129102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=9073790643793129102&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9073790643793129102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9073790643793129102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-weeks-down.html' title='2 weeks down...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-4360420108025379819</id><published>2007-06-16T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:54:56.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>woo....</title><content type='html'>I have been busy!!!  Working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really working...well it's considered work.  I've been laughing about it all week.  I've had to play on a waterslide, a slip and slide, a foam pit... I've had to rock climb...all kinds of crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been training week for summer.  The kids just got here today.  I have eight minutes free, so I figured I'd write something up on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a fun week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my nose repierced.  I'm pretty excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love half price wine bottle night at Cafe Aroma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to have sushi last night...and it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Fantastic Four yesterday, and it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to climbing at a classic Idyllwild climbing spot... Suicide rock.  It's the first time I've done a climb in Idyllwild that required a harness...that was pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...more to come later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-4360420108025379819?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4360420108025379819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=4360420108025379819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4360420108025379819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/4360420108025379819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/06/woo.html' title='woo....'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6162630680491943549</id><published>2007-05-31T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:47:51.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a nice break...</title><content type='html'>I really like this nice long break from work I'm getting.  It's weird that I'm actually heading back next week.  It's going to be a fun summer...at least that's what I'm thinking.  I'm excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend...I got to go to the red.  I got my butt kicked.  Got to see people... like TUTEUR!  that was spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I'm going to West Virginia for a wedding.  I'm sort of getting sick of riding in the car.  I'm not used to that sort of thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be heading to Indy on Monday...that means more car rides...oh well.  It's all better than August when I'll have to drive all the way from California.  Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Billy Graham foundation just built a 27 million dollar library to honor Billy Graham.  I think there could be a better use for that money.  27 million dollars could go a long way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6162630680491943549?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6162630680491943549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6162630680491943549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6162630680491943549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6162630680491943549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-nice-break.html' title='it&apos;s a nice break...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-7787424552120849791</id><published>2007-05-24T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:11:44.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Secrets</title><content type='html'>So, great news!!! I have learned a new trick.  So, you know how when you get gum on things...people say to freeze it? I've never been able to get that to work.  Turns out...peanut butter is wonderful!  Peanut butter gets gum right out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I have a pair of shorts...and I happened to get a good deal of gum on the butt.  Must of sat in some or something... This happened sometime at boulderfest...so I climbed all day with gum on my butt.  I then forgot about the gum and washed the shorts...Damn it!  Well, I did some googling...and read about this peanut butter thing... So, I put some peanut butter on my shorts...massaged it in...did some scraping...washed them...and the gum is all gone!!! I'm super excited because i love these shorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ever find yourself with a gum mess...use peanut butter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo...So, I hate cats...maybe I'd like them more if I could breathe when I'm around them...or if all my skin didn't break out when I'm near one... allergies are just ridiculous...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-7787424552120849791?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7787424552120849791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=7787424552120849791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7787424552120849791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7787424552120849791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-secrets.html' title='The Lost Secrets'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-7461084618540856767</id><published>2007-05-18T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:34:57.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days 3 more days 3 more days...</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...I'm about to start my last hour and a half of this shift...and then I only have one teaching shift left...meaning I have to work 3 hours this afternoon...7.5 hours tomorrow...3 hours sunday...and then I'm done done done... for this season anyway.  Then, I'll be out of Cali until June 7th... I'm super excited.  Woohoo... Then, I'll be back here for the summer season...which should be super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty stinkin excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's this guy here at camp...I'm not the biggest fan of him...so I simply just don't talk to him... the other day...he asks me... "do me and you got beef?" see why I don't talk to him? ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's in the computer lab right now rocking out to Avril's Girlfriend song...ouch... This mean...I have to listen to it... again...see why I don't talk to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly...this is horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's singing along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't type anymore...I need to leave...my head hurts...oh god...have you actually ever listened to this song?  it's horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if 13 it's a good song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look it up...punish your ears really quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously??? a 26 year old guy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't contain it anymore...I had to bust out that it was the absolute worst song I've heard in my entire life.  It's over now...I wonder what he's gonna play next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-7461084618540856767?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7461084618540856767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=7461084618540856767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7461084618540856767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7461084618540856767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-more-days-3-more-days-3-more-days.html' title='3 more days 3 more days 3 more days...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6957881340402348494</id><published>2007-05-14T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:16:07.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teacher's Shadow</title><content type='html'>I told you I would update this...and look! I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like this random title thing...it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get a poll...is anybody annoyed by the sound the of the alphabet game? Or is the sound on your computer turned off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...the season is done for me next Monday.  I'm pretty pumped.  I will get about 3 weeks off before I have to be back out here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer camp should be terrific.  I will get to climb bunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of climbing...my new crash pad is here...I used it for the first time today...had to get it dirty...I didn't like it all clean...So Ben and I ran up to South Ridge really quick and played around.  Good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of climbing again...Andy was out here this weekend for a few minutes.  That made my otherwise VERY rough weekend great.  PLUS I'll get to see him again in a week...sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, sorry this blog sucks ass.  I think I say that a lot...but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember boulderfest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's a picture...it's of me human bouldering... ;) but really it just looks like I'm trying to take down Andrew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RkkWFfyiqGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YvPHPG3-cMQ/s1600-h/IMG_2677a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RkkWFfyiqGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YvPHPG3-cMQ/s400/IMG_2677a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064603539643476066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if I could take him down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Catalina Island is up in flames...and the company I work for has several camps there...all the people from those camps are staying at Astrocamp right now...they had to be evacuated...a lot of them came here with nothing...hopefully they get to go home soon.  The fire came really close to one of the camps...but luckily...it didn't get hit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's all kinds of fires going on right now...crazy.  L.A. got hit...Florida is being hit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6957881340402348494?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6957881340402348494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6957881340402348494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6957881340402348494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6957881340402348494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-told-you-i-would-update-this.html' title='The Teacher&apos;s Shadow'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RkkWFfyiqGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YvPHPG3-cMQ/s72-c/IMG_2677a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-8541964218396299168</id><published>2007-05-14T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:08:13.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stay tuned...</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna update later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-8541964218396299168?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8541964218396299168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=8541964218396299168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/8541964218396299168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/8541964218396299168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/stay-tuned.html' title='stay tuned...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3517874755494885373</id><published>2007-05-07T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T14:22:29.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Lights</title><content type='html'>Well, that's the random title for you from the random title generator... It has nothing to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WEEKS!!!! that's how much time is left before the end of season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to this thing called Boulderfest... it was amazing.  Basically, it was all the astrocamp people plus a few others.  It was a competition...not just a climbing competition...but you got points for drinking, for sexual inuendos, for farting while climing (made me think of Tuteur)...and for other various games such as: Taco wrestling (you are wrapped in a crash pad and you have a helmet on and then you try to get your opponent down to the ground.)  This is a dangerous game.  I did not play, but people were hurt...not badly...but still hurt.  Then there was human bouldering...you jump on someone's back and you try to make a complete orbit around that person without their help.  Then there was the bench problem.  You had to completly make it all the way underneath the bench and then back on top without ever touching the ground.  I rocked that game.  You could also get bonus points...I got some for having gum stuck on my butt.  Of course, you got points for climbing too...oh yeah, and if you could slackline you could get points for that, and if you could get your shoe to land on this one rock, you got points for that.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won for the girls...sweet.  I won a chalk bag and some chalk.  Pretty much, I think I was the only girl that really climbed anything, so that did me good.  I only had one beer...so I didn't get a lot of points for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get very cut up...which is always fun...and I got beat up by a tree...I have a big gash on my arm now.  It was good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so enough of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 500 festival mini-marathon was this past weekend, and I'm sad I wasn't home to run it...oh well...I am going to run a hellish half marathon in September in Bloomington.  That shall be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cool though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a chipmunk today outside my window...I hate those things.  Anybody share my same feelings? Once, at Joshua Tree, one ate my honey nut cheerios...chewed right through my plastic container and I couldn't do anything about it because  I was belaying Andy...Couldn't very well take him off belay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3517874755494885373?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3517874755494885373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3517874755494885373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3517874755494885373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3517874755494885373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/hot-lights.html' title='The Hot Lights'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-8435763457024918126</id><published>2007-05-02T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:10:47.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows in the Game</title><content type='html'>And that's the next randomly generated title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's this game...and it's kind of stupid...sort of addicting...but pretty fun... you have to se how fast you can type the alphabet...lame..right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my high score:  3.595 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you beat that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" align="middle" border="0" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.offthewrist.com/frenzy1/FingerFrenzy.swf"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.offthewrist.com/frenzy1/FingerFrenzy.swf" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try now! Then tell me how you did... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  let me know if my blog is giving you pop ups now or anything.  I'll take it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Andy this past weekend...that's was nice.   REALLY nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo tired right now...I wish i could be napping...but I have to wait for a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a cheesy movie last night on the plane... Musics and Lyrics... it was cute...but cheesy.  Sometimes you want a cheesy movie.  I guess I want them a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this season is almost over...crazy...think I already said that somewhere...I still can't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's summer...then comes August...and I'm off for a bit!!!! it's gonna be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-8435763457024918126?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8435763457024918126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=8435763457024918126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/8435763457024918126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/8435763457024918126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/windows-in-game.html' title='Windows in the Game'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-1203873659575071939</id><published>2007-04-23T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T14:00:01.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consort of the Snow</title><content type='html'>Asher...that title's for you...I found it on a random title generator web site.  Is that better?  :)  It's not original in any way...this title is already in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did snow a lot here this past week...it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It allowed me the opportunity to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's.  It was a delightful movie.  I highly enjoyed it...  It's nice to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; movies with the Hilltop boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;barbeque&lt;/span&gt; earlier in the week.  It was nice to hang with non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;astro&lt;/span&gt;-peeps...I mean, I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;astro&lt;/span&gt;-peeps...but it was nice to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a group of us went to Palm Springs.  Palm Springs is only an hour away from here...just at the base of the mountain...meaning, it's way warmer down there.   We just had a random day...we went to this coffee shop that had a little park in the back full of gay men and their little dogs.  That was fun...there were a couple dogs that adopted us...funny stuff.  There a lot of gay men in Palm Springs... it's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to this shop and tasted wine...and ate cheese...spectacular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate Thai food for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then made a random stop at the Cheesecake factory on the way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for this weekend...very very very excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing worth saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-1203873659575071939?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/1203873659575071939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=1203873659575071939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1203873659575071939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1203873659575071939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/consort-of-snow.html' title='The Consort of the Snow'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-2678275792195430415</id><published>2007-04-16T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:49:52.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so yeah...</title><content type='html'>yesterday, we got a decent little snow storm.  It was enough of a storm to keep me snowed in on the mountain.  I watched some movies at Hilltop.  Yeah, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is HORRIBLE!  It's way too long...and wow...it's just bad.  I watched it all though.  I always want to know how things end.  (As if I couldn't figure it out on my own...it's not predictable or anything...)  Dang sappy movies.  We also watched Failure to Launch...I liked that...still cheesy and sappy...and at the end of it I was going... Oh God Oh God...that was horrible...yep...still think I enjoyed.  I guess it's sort of a guilty pleasure.  I don't want to admit to actually being a girl and liking those movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is coming close to an end...there's only about a month and a half left in it.  That's crazy! it went by sooo incredibly fast.  I'll have a short break between the spring and summer season...then summer is really short...and by august...I'll be off till January.  That will be nice.  I could even go to school for the fall semester if I so choose... I probably won't though.  In January...I'll come back here and start the cycle over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bummed because my cousin was in Vegas this past weekend and I couldn't go see her.  I had to work.  I took a bit too much time off to go to Kentucky.  It was well worth it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that my work is really work...I mean, it's tough and tiring...but in the end...I think...wow! is this really my job?  No matter how much I complain about it, I don't really have anything to complain about.  So what that I have to spend an afternoon playing games with kids? It's highly rewarding.  I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so since I have nothing all that interesting to say, why don't you go read a blog that actually is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com"&gt;www.postsecret.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-2678275792195430415?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2678275792195430415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=2678275792195430415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/2678275792195430415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/2678275792195430415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-yeah.html' title='so yeah...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-176612531584790532</id><published>2007-04-10T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:51:13.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what an interesting trip...</title><content type='html'>I'm sad to be leaving.  I can tell you that...  Yeah, it was fun...got to see lots of people at the red...got to eat miguel's pizza...got to spend time with andy.  I like him.  I'm gonna miss him.  Blah...damn cheesiness... I hate to bore you with that.   I'll stop.   Woo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to go.  I'm sort of excited to see my peeps in Cali.  I miss the hilltop boys.  I may sleep there tonight... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am not a fan of drunk people.  A guy spilled a beer in my lap the other day.  I was not too pleased.  Grrrr....made me smell like beer...  maybe I should start getting drunk or something...then, I would understand this craziness that is being drunk.  I'll hold off though...I know a lot of people are waiting for a rose gets drunk party...ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hurt my ankle.  Don't worry...there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.  I promise.  Well, that's what the doctor told me.  it hurts though...he told me it was even perfectly fine to run on.  Ask Andy, he saw me run...I'm not sure that's actually the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I took my first lead fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I miss the Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wanna go climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hate cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want to get another tattoo...one that actually has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think I like both pirates and ninjas...is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pirates talk cool...and ninjas are just pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is there a pirate ninja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yep...told you I had nothing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*next update will be from the great state of California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-176612531584790532?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/176612531584790532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=176612531584790532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/176612531584790532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/176612531584790532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-interesting-trip.html' title='what an interesting trip...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-223102241446326827</id><published>2007-04-05T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:51:44.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here is the update you all have been waiting for!!!</title><content type='html'>I know everybody has been nervously checking every five minutes since my last post hoping that I made it where I was going safely.  I know you were extra anxious to know whether or not I got my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; day...I finally made it to Nashville, TN.  Which, by the way is not where I originally planned on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, of course, the flight to Nashville was not so smooth.  We spent forever taking a joy ride in the plane on the ground at Chicago.  Because of this, we didn't get out of Chicago in time to avoid the weather in Nashville.  SO, guess what???  They diverted our plane.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guess&lt;/span&gt; where they diverted it????  Freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;INdianapolis&lt;/span&gt;...  Yeah... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;THat's&lt;/span&gt; right. I was home...but so not home.  I was stuck on the plane.  I was a girl. I cried.  A lot.  If they would have let us off the pane... I would have taken my dad's car and driven on down to Kentucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make a new friend at the airport.  He was going the same place I was and had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;same dilemma&lt;/span&gt;.  He ended up hitchhiking with us from the airport back to Kentucky.  It was random.  We had a mutual friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my luggage.  Much to my surprise, I got my luggage back.  IN fact...they were on it.  I think it's because I told the guy I wasn't expecting my luggage back...and I was crying.   I did that a lot that day.  Damn girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm safe and sound in Kentucky.  eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;...drinking Ale 8...eating oatmeal cream pies...looking at some Patron...wearing my Miguel's Pizza shirt which I am super excited to have...oh...and hoping I get to eat some Mac and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CHeese&lt;/span&gt;...from the blue box...  maybe some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; Rolls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! and it's cold here.  I'm stupid.  I leave California to come to a not warm state.  Dumb.  dumb girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER EXCITED ABUT THE RED THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom...I don't think you suck...I'm glad that I heard from you though...hope life is treating you well.  If you ever make it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SoCal&lt;/span&gt;...let me know...Hell, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NorCal&lt;/span&gt;...or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WeNev&lt;/span&gt; (meaning Vegas).  I just may be able to meet up with you for a second.  We could call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;srini&lt;/span&gt; and tell him knock knock joys.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;As for now, stay tuned for the next update.  I PROMISE it won't be in five minutes.  Maybe even not today...you can check back if you want...look through some old posts...or reread this one 7 million times looking for hidden clues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clues to what you wonder??? well I'm not gonna tell...use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt;...can you tell I just woke up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-223102241446326827?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/223102241446326827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=223102241446326827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/223102241446326827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/223102241446326827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-is-update-you-all-have-been.html' title='here is the update you all have been waiting for!!!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3904652173144067355</id><published>2007-04-03T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:55:05.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting in an airport....wasting time</title><content type='html'>Grrrr...really want to see andy...dang it...and all the other cool people I'm gonna get to see this week.  However...travel is not on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on that I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime... this is what I do at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RhLap20J1wI/AAAAAAAAABU/KVwcsSIMkHc/s1600-h/what+i+do+at+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RhLap20J1wI/AAAAAAAAABU/KVwcsSIMkHc/s400/what+i+do+at+work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049338544859502338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok...so I guess I talk...this morning...my flight was supposed to leave at 6:15...they boarded us...and then had us sit on the plane for THREE hours before it actually took off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...my connecting flight got canceled.  They put me on another one...that one got canceled...then they told me they couldn't get me on another one till tomorrow morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to a completely different airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my luggage is going to make it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does...I'll be shocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i make it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3904652173144067355?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3904652173144067355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3904652173144067355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3904652173144067355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3904652173144067355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/sitting-in-airportwasting-time.html' title='sitting in an airport....wasting time'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RhLap20J1wI/AAAAAAAAABU/KVwcsSIMkHc/s72-c/what+i+do+at+work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-483871354090893161</id><published>2007-04-01T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:03:09.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>wish it was today...and not tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single one of you suck.  I asked for comments...you read...and then you didn't comment.  Come on now...you know that my self-worth comes from the comments people leave me.  I mean, I did get some response, and it was in the form of myspace messages...what??? You know, you don't have to have an account to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a whole bunch.  We had a bbq here at camp.  It was good...I'm just not so much looking forward to going to the beach tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I am!!! It's gonna be fun...but still I wish it was tuesday... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, life is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep walking around with a silly grin on my face.  I know why...but still I get pissed at myself.  That's just how I am...crazy... I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not crazy...but definitly quirky.  I like it that way.  I wouldn't be the Rose you know and love otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I got a kick ass bike for cheap??? I think I did...but I thought I would tell you again.  I keep riding it around in circles in the parking lot...I feel like a little kid of Christmas.  Haha...it's funny.  I'm not so good at trails though.  I ran into a tree yesterday.  I couldn't dodge it...damn manzanita...I just kept yelling explictatives when I lost the trail and was dodging trees...couldn't get pass this one though.  I'm not the smartest girl in the world...I'll give you that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding a bicycle is hard though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hills are rough...and I need a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo...wow...I did just eat way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I wonder if people actually read this... I mean I just looked at my blog...and it was at 20000 visitors...that's a lot.  Of course, most of those were from this blog's hay day...not too many people read it these days.  I'm ok with that...I mean...I really am...I'll still write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as it doesn't get as lame as Asher's blog.  Just kidding Asher...I love you...you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I know Asher still reads the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad randomly decided to retire...leave it to my dad to do that...he's a crazy kid.  Would you expect any less???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENTUCKY KENTUCKY KENTUCKY BOY KENTUCKY KENTUCKY CLIMBING KENTUCKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I need to go now...hanging with the ever so cool ben tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way...I'm in a good mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-483871354090893161?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/483871354090893161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=483871354090893161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/483871354090893161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/483871354090893161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-5026906110752335587</id><published>2007-03-29T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T12:13:54.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes...</title><content type='html'>Asher...I completely lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't update my blog in three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually lied about the second statement too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not excited about this weekend at all.  It's next week.  I'm gonna get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; many cool people.  There a few that I'm particularly interested in seeing...especially one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher, since you commented.  I just wanted to say I missed you!!!!!  :(.  This summer, I'm gonna come up to Lafayette and see you.  I promise.  You rock my socks off.  Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I miss lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can't wait until next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see...what to talk about...what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day...I was talking to Andy from Kentucky...he was eating some A&amp;W.  He told me that and that reminded me of this little video that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tyanananananana&lt;/span&gt; introduced me to a long time ago...I may have posted it before...but here it is again.  It makes me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXkogcm81dE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXkogcm81dE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright...moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sorta depressing that my blog is dead...and that I've got nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's tons to talk about, but then I never talk about any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I spend my time doing pretty worthless lame things these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play guitar hero and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; idol... LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Rgvkpm0J1vI/AAAAAAAAABM/GDDiQrZKu5g/s1600-h/american+idol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Rgvkpm0J1vI/AAAAAAAAABM/GDDiQrZKu5g/s400/american+idol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047379210843838194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?  I just hang at hilltop and work on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diamonding&lt;/span&gt; that shit.  That means I sing the songs perfectly... :) It's fun.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tyanana&lt;/span&gt;...you should totally get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day...I gut stuck in a blizzard... I promise.  I had a class on the ropes course...and it decided to snow just during that time...for an hour and a half.  I had to stand outside in one spot facing the wind in the snow.  It was ridiculous.  I had to belay all the kids...I'm pretty sure the belay wasn't that safe.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; cold...my hands felt like they couldn't grip.  It was terrible.  I stayed in one spot for so long that I had a mound of snow over my shoes.  It was the first time my fingertips have ever turned white.  My face was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; numb that my words just came out all funny.  Strangely enough, I took a nap yesterday afternoon, woke up, went outside, and couldn't even tell that it had snowed 4 inches the day before.  There was not a drop of snow anywhere.  All the while it's warm as can be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;indiana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kentucky&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm sure that's gonna change for me as soon as I step foot off the plane.  That's how my luck goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a weird addiction to Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Debbies&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're playing this game here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;astrocamp&lt;/span&gt; mow called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;assassin&lt;/span&gt;.  It's intense... I can't really talk about it much on my blog...because people may be spying... I don't want them to get any clues...ha.   It's makes everybody paranoid though...you don't want to die.  It's crazy.  I killed someone and it was super fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo...OH!!!! I just got a mountain bike!!!! I wouldn't normally be so excited...but it's a $1200 trek mountain bike and I got it for $250.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Astrocamp&lt;/span&gt; is selling off some of their old bikes to get new ones.  They are nearly brand new.  They only get ridden a little bit in the summer...I'm so excited to have a bike again.  I'm even gonna get my dad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' comment...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-5026906110752335587?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5026906110752335587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=5026906110752335587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5026906110752335587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5026906110752335587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes.html' title='yes...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/Rgvkpm0J1vI/AAAAAAAAABM/GDDiQrZKu5g/s72-c/american+idol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3555090817699983548</id><published>2007-03-28T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:00:01.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you really want an update...</title><content type='html'>and i'll give you one after i'm done with this group in 3 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really excited about who I get to see this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3555090817699983548?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3555090817699983548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3555090817699983548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3555090817699983548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3555090817699983548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-you-really-want-update.html' title='i know you really want an update...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-166775731129063159</id><published>2007-03-20T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:59:18.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome.</title><content type='html'>So, it turns out I unexpectedly have some time off this afternoon.  Sweet.  The only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsweet&lt;/span&gt; thing about it is I woke up from my nap to go tech, and then it turned out I didn't have to.  I could have stayed asleep.  Oh well.  So now, I've got about an hour and a half off...then I have to work a bit...then I have the evening off nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my boss about the summer.  I had already talked to him about possibly being here.  Now, I may not be here.  I told him if he needs me, I'll stay...but if he has a replacement...then I wouldn't mind having it off.  There's a few instructors from this season that would like to be here in the summer, but there aren't any spots left.  He wants me to be the assistant climbing instructor.   I guess the climbing instructor is going to be a guy and he would like a girl working with him.  That way, the kids will feel more comfortable. You know...the girls will have a girl...the boys will have a boy.  There are no girls at this point that could take that spot.  I hope he can find someone to replace me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to have the summer off so I can climb my little heart out.  Plus, there are certain people I would love to see.  I was really thinking about taking the summer off, then I decided I wouldn't mind staying...but then new developments have me thinking I wouldn't mind a few months off to spend some time in good ole Kentucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely be back in the fall.  I love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is stuff I am sure nobody cares a bit about.  That's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's update number two in two days.  That's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about some randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love Jello night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the 5.10 outlet is spectacular.  I got some brand new climbing shoes for $10...  Plus some kick ass retro shoes for $29.  It was great.   I shall go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wish I didn't have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Idyllwild&lt;/span&gt; is a small town...which means there's not a lot to do.  I spend a lot of time at Hilltop playing the American Idol game.  That's lame.  REALLY LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks like we may be getting another girl instructor.  This means she may have to move into Pine.  This means I may be getting a roommate.  Damn it.  Oh well...half the time I end up sleeping on the couch at Hilltop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can't wait to go to Kentucky.  I like that state a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*well I'm gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*comment now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-166775731129063159?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/166775731129063159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=166775731129063159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/166775731129063159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/166775731129063159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/awesome.html' title='awesome.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-8458146873576451323</id><published>2007-03-20T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:02:33.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yep...</title><content type='html'>I think I'm doing slightly better  updating this thing.  That's good.  I don't want to see this blog go.  It has been around since December of 2004.  That's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitly&lt;/span&gt; is not standing at its proudest moment, but that's alright.  It will pull through.  We will all pull through.  Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, remember that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Numa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Numa&lt;/span&gt; song? The fat kid dancing to it?  I posted it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2005/02/fat-kids-on-playground.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a link at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...our building rockets classroom has a CD player, and that song is on one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;.  It amazes me that all the kids know it.  However, they don't know the dance.  I do.  So take that.  Ha.  Anyway, the song is sort of stuck in my head.  Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an attempt for something interesting.  Don't think it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is getting close to 20,000 visitors.  That's kind of cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's all I really got.  I'm such a boring person these days.  I also have no clue what is going on in the world around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I forget I'm even in California until I see an L.A.  times and then Arnold is on the front page.  I mean, he's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;governor&lt;/span&gt;.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Burger King the other day.  There was a poster for a burger.  The slogan on it said "So beefy, it should run for governor."  Of course! That's it! You want your leaders to beefy.  That's the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-8458146873576451323?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8458146873576451323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=8458146873576451323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/8458146873576451323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/8458146873576451323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/yep.html' title='yep...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3237777950431277664</id><published>2007-03-14T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:56:34.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah...</title><content type='html'>I'm still working right now.  I was supposed to be off a couple hours ago, but there was a bus mix up.  A school that was supposed to leave is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of pissed.  Or maybe just disturbed.  It happens that the school I was in charge of this time was a Muslim school.  Their bus was here.  However, it was the same company that screwed up the bus of the other school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the school that is still here thought the Muslim's school bus was their's.  Turns out that they didn't send a bus up for the other school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver of the bus that was here for my school was a Hispanic lady, and the school that is waiting is an all Caucasian  Catholic School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, you've got your set up.  The Muslim school was a perfectly nice school.  The kids were good.  The chaperones were nice.  You could definitly notice some cultural differences, but that's to be expected.  I learned to write my name in Arabic, and that's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the Hispanic bus driver told a chaperone from the Catholic school that she would much rather trade and take their school down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That disturbed me.  Just because it was a heavily populated Arabic school doesn't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of the movie crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the bus driver herself has faced some discrimination.  Not only for being Hispanic, but maybe even for holding a job such as being a bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes and turns around and discriminates against the Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is sooo nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I wasn' t sitting inside right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish that bus would go on and get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Check this picture out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of a cool problem at Joshua Tree called Gunsmoke.  It's a 70 ft long traverse.  I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was climbing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RfhvY24z7gI/AAAAAAAAABA/5UHx4Nhjqqg/s1600-h/rose+is+hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RfhvY24z7gI/AAAAAAAAABA/5UHx4Nhjqqg/s400/rose+is+hot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041902255682612738" 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/9788088-3237777950431277664?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3237777950431277664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3237777950431277664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3237777950431277664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3237777950431277664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-yeah.html' title='So yeah...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RfhvY24z7gI/AAAAAAAAABA/5UHx4Nhjqqg/s72-c/rose+is+hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-598865478478832174</id><published>2007-03-12T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:09:55.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no no...</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to delete this blog.  However, I'm not sure I can think of much things that are controversial that I really even want to talk about.  I'll try to come up with something.  Thing is, when it comes to politics or things like that...I'm not a conservative...but I'm not sure I'm quite a liberal...maybe just in between somewhere... or apathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beach yesterday.  It was spectacular!  The weather is soo amazing!  I love it.  I wore shorts today...and yesterday at the beach...I actually got to wear my swim suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before that, I went to Joshua Tree yet again.  I like it there a lot.  What a cool place.  I tore my fingertips to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I asked a kid what orbited around the earth, and he said the sun.  It was kind of funny.  Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a kid almost put his hand in a bowl of liquid nitrogen.  Smart one.  He was thinking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I think Rose gone and done got herself a boy.  Confused? So am I...not sure how that one happened.  It's a good thing though.  We'll see how it goes.  He's nice.  It's really weird to actually be interested in someone.  That hasn't happened in a loooong time.  I'm for real guys.  I'm mean...I'm not even being wishy washy.  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight savings time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day...the kids in my dorm woke me up at 5:50.  I was so mad.  I went and yelled at them...telled them to get back in their rooms because they still had an hour of quite time.  A chaperone then let me know that it was 6:50.  Oops.  I felt bad.  I was pretty mean to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make this blog better again.  I promise.  Pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to find a funny picture...or a funny video.  I'll get on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the speed of light is 186,000 miles per second.  It's not just a good idea....it's the law.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;zazzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just fun to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-598865478478832174?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/598865478478832174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=598865478478832174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/598865478478832174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/598865478478832174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-no.html' title='no no...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3001965437726837198</id><published>2007-03-06T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:43:18.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i know...</title><content type='html'>it has been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i've neglected this blog.  I'm sorry :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are still here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of snow last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I escaped though.  I went down the mountain to Joshua Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend come into town and go to Joshua Tree with me... a friend from Kentucky.  I'm very glad he came to visit...good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...sorry...this still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I shut it down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3001965437726837198?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3001965437726837198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3001965437726837198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3001965437726837198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3001965437726837198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know.html' title='i know...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3086469901513610809</id><published>2007-02-13T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:20:49.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for my laundry to finish...</title><content type='html'>so you get a wonderful update on the thoughts that run through my head...sweet...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've said it already...but I love looking at Saturn through a telescope.  It's so little.  I mean...I know it's not little, but it looks little in the telescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds rolled in just as I was walking my kids up to the telescopes area.  It made me so sad.  I couldn't show them a single thing through them.  Bummed me out.  I love talking about all the stuff up in the sky.  One of my favorite things to look at is Messier Object #37...or an open cluster in Auriga.  It's so cool to show to the kids....because when you use a laser pointer to point to it in the sky...you don't really see any stars where it is.  When you look in the telescope...there are tons of stars.  The kids then have a wow moment, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture does it absolutely no justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RdFbW_siVBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y8BzjtPt3i8/s1600-h/m37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RdFbW_siVBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y8BzjtPt3i8/s400/m37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030902709363037202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...well there's no real other news to tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I probably could come up with something...but eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you still reading this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3086469901513610809?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3086469901513610809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3086469901513610809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3086469901513610809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3086469901513610809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/02/waiting-for-my-laundry-to-finish.html' title='waiting for my laundry to finish...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RdFbW_siVBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y8BzjtPt3i8/s72-c/m37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6088372092007427512</id><published>2007-02-09T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T02:40:13.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorta delirious...</title><content type='html'>it's almost my bedtime.  Lame I know...it's only 11:30.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I had a blog and I needed to update it...so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to san diego the the other day.  I got to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time.  Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RcwlXvsiVAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hT277Qt06UE/s1600-h/pacific.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RcwlXvsiVAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hT277Qt06UE/s400/pacific.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029435973736485890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,  I headed to Joshua Tree to CLIMB!  That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very smart though.  There were all these trees there...you know...at Joshua Tree National Park.  I was wondering what kind they were.  DRRR... could they be Joshua Trees???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colts won the Super Bowl.  I'm pretty excited about that.  I missed home a little on Sunday.  I wish I could have been celebrating in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has been awesome!  Can't complain any about that.  Although, Indiana is covered in snow and I do enjoy me a good snow storm every once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life for you folks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6088372092007427512?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6088372092007427512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6088372092007427512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6088372092007427512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6088372092007427512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-sorta-delirious.html' title='i&apos;m sorta delirious...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zHs0An0raUw/RcwlXvsiVAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hT277Qt06UE/s72-c/pacific.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-9072985635612782695</id><published>2007-02-01T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:00:15.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a few things...</title><content type='html'>*The Super Bowl is Sunday and the Colts are in it.  That makes me super excited.  I hope they win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There is a limitless supply of food here at Astrocamp.  You will never be without a cookie.  I need to stop eating so much...but I just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My leg is messed up...and that makes me sad...I can't run because it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love the stars and I am willing to tell you a story anyday about the constellations in the sky.  It makes me happy.  You can see the stars here.  I like that.  It's like I have my own personal planetarium and it's the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My view on boys and relationships is way screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I miss my Indiana peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got married on facebook to Matt Rasure.  It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I feel bad that I don't update this blog very much...but I don't have a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*liquid nitrogen is fun to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and it's fun to blow up hydrogen balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*are you guys still reading this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There's a static cling sticker of St. Therese in the middle of our t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Last night...Taylor (a guy that works here)  scared the poo out of me.  I mean really.  I screamed so loud and dropped to the ground.  for serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I like climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I lose my keys...and my radio...a lot.  I mean a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There's a kid here named Bojazi...could your name get much cooler?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-9072985635612782695?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9072985635612782695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=9072985635612782695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9072985635612782695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9072985635612782695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/02/few-things.html' title='a few things...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-9163171125928916350</id><published>2007-01-25T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:43:00.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I seriously thought I was going to die...</title><content type='html'>and that's why I don't off road...  I just took my jeep up a ridiculous trail.  I just wanted to see some boulders.  I am not an experienced mountain driver.  I am still shaking!!!  Holy crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life here has been good.  I've made it to Vegas...and yesterday I went to da OC.  It's good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are nice.  The kids are pretty cool...and I love science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!!  The Colts made the Superbowl...and that makes me super happy.  Sucks that I'm not in Indiana.  The people around here are definetly no way near as excited as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such an odd world I live in now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-9163171125928916350?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9163171125928916350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=9163171125928916350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9163171125928916350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9163171125928916350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-seriously-thought-i-was-going-to-die.html' title='I seriously thought I was going to die...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-9061664715175071389</id><published>2007-01-22T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:08:46.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COLTS!!!!</title><content type='html'>COLTS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned for a bigger update tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-9061664715175071389?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9061664715175071389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=9061664715175071389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9061664715175071389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/9061664715175071389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/colts.html' title='COLTS!!!!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-7459702901750043947</id><published>2007-01-17T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:16:00.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vegas!</title><content type='html'>that's where I'm going today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-7459702901750043947?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7459702901750043947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=7459702901750043947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7459702901750043947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7459702901750043947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/vegas.html' title='vegas!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3141787690472091990</id><published>2007-01-09T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:33:06.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>woo...finally a free second.</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I have too much to update on.  Sorry... I have been sort of lacking.  It's because I really haven't had any time!  Training was sort of brutal.  LOOOONG.  The kids arrive today.  So, I sort of have some time.  I'm a bit nervous! I'm jumping straight into teaching.  EEEK!!! It should be good times though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the trip here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove across the country.  The first day went really smooth.  I drove all the way to Oklahoma City to stay the night with a friend.  The next day, I found out that there was a snow storm in Albuquerque and that I-40 (the insterate I needed) was closed.  I was trying to figure out what I was going to do and I figured I could stay in Oklahoma City an extra day if I needed to.  The interstate was reopened and I decided that I could go ahead and head on down the road.  I roll in to Texas, and there's a sign that says that I-40 was closed west of Amarillo.  I was hoping it was just outdated.  I got on the phone to find that yes...in fact it was closed...and it wouldn't reopen till morning.  Sooo, my uncle found what I believe to be the last hotel room in Amarillo for me.  I was stuck in Amarillo for New Year's Eve.  There was a party there though, with a band and such...and it turns out that I met the right people and was able to spend New Year's Eve with new Amarillo friends.  I woke up the next morning.  I-40 had been opened back up.  I go out to my car...and someone had slashed my back window.  Nice.  So, I rode all the way to California with a big hole in my window.  It then took me nine hours to get to Albuquerque (Which is usually only a 4 hour drive).  Kenda happened to be there, so I took a short nap before driving all night to Phoenix.  Once I got to Phoenix, I took a nap at  a friend of my mom's house before driving the rest of the trip.  It was epic, but Idyllwild is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rocks everywhere!  The people are nice.  It's sort of like being in college.  I'm  certified in CPR now. :).  There are tons of cool stuff to play with.  I'll probably talk more about that later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to throw juicy stuff up on here.  I now will have more time to update this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep reading...k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fact I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fit 110 earths across the diameter of the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3141787690472091990?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3141787690472091990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3141787690472091990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3141787690472091990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3141787690472091990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/woofinally-free-second.html' title='woo...finally a free second.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-937066977172305586</id><published>2007-01-07T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:56:36.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here.</title><content type='html'>I promise...I'm about to put something up that will tell you of all my adventures.  However, training week is still going on and I'm crazy busy.  AHHHH!!! Please let me know you are still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-937066977172305586?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/937066977172305586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=937066977172305586&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/937066977172305586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/937066977172305586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3297002139873285290</id><published>2007-01-01T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:59:05.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>epic</title><content type='html'>stories to come...I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3297002139873285290?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3297002139873285290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3297002139873285290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3297002139873285290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3297002139873285290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2007/01/epic.html' title='epic'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-6614139830049397445</id><published>2006-12-25T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:31:10.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well, there's no white Christmas this year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Christmas has sure changed hasn't it?  As you grow up...it seems to take on all sorts of new identities.  Remember when you were little and the most important thing was waking up as early as you possibly could to open up all your presents?  This morning,  my mom had to call and wake me up so I could drag myself out of bed and get over to her house.  I get over to her house around 9...and she asks me if I'm ready to open presents.  I ask her if breakfast is ready.  Her boyfriend looks at me and says "You know you're not a kid anymore when you'd rather eat breakfast before opening presents."  So true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese (where I work) sponsored a family this year.  Since I'm the "social director," this was part of my job.   Reese paid for a Christmas dinner for them, and then all the employees donated money for presents.  After actually dealing with the grandma of this family of seven kids, I wasn't very happy about helping them anymore.  She seemed demanding.  I didn't like it.  You can ask a few of my friends.  I had a short little rant about it.  I hadn't dealt with a family like that before.  Anyway, a verse in the Bible kept popping in my head.  It was a verse about true religion being helping the poor and widows.  It doesn't say that true religion is helping the poor only when the poor are really really nice and really really grateful.  I trudged on.  There was one boy that I hadn't been able to get anything for.  He wanted speed skates, and I couldn't find any.  I asked a friend of mine that I work with to help me get his present.  This boy also wanted a paint gun.  I told my friend.  When I went to go pick up the stuff off his front porch, he had bought the boy a paint gun, extra paint balls, and extra air or whatever to shoot the paint gun.  It brought a tear to my eye that people could be that generous.  That's an awesome Christmas present.  I talked to the grandma later that day.  She seemed way more grateful, and I again was happy to help her.  I think before she may have been a little panicky because the kids weren't going to be getting anything for Christmas.  She told me the kids didn't have any stockings.  My cousin and I went to the dollar store, and I got them stockings and stuff to fill the stockings up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas Eve morning my cousin and I go to Boston Market and pick up the dinner that Reese had bought for the family.  We go over to this lady's house.  It's a small house...and there's ten people living there.  There's not one single present under the tree.  We bring the meal to the refrigerator.  There's no food in the refrigerator, except for some chicken breasts.  The grandma had sent all the kids away.  The kids think that they are getting nothing for Christmas, because their parents have prepared them for the fact that there's no money this year.  You see, the dad crushed his leg, and hasn't been able to work.  I'm sure it's not very easy for a mom to support seven kids.  The mom and grandma had gone to Goodwill and bought each child one shirt.  They washed them and ironed them, and that was going to be their Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the grandma was talking to me, the gratefulness in her eyes nearly brought tears to my eyes.  I am so happy that the people at Reese were willing to help out with this family!  There's now way I could do much at all...I'm poor poor poor...but with everybody pulling together, these kids were able to get a decent Christmas.  Thank you to anybody that's reading this blog and helped out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks if you did something else for somebody on Christmas.  If you didn't...maybe next year you can.  There are so many opportunities!  So many people are in need.  It's the best Christmas present you can give yourself...I promise...  Actually...that's what I'm asking for next year...for you to help at least one person out next Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier...they had no food in their refrigerator.  I would love to buy them some groceries...but I have no money.  So, if you think you could do something like that for this family...just let me know.  I would love it if we could get them some groceries.  They would probably be much appreciative too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is this here blog's birthday.  Why don't you leave it some love...huh? It's always here.  I'll probably right some more tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I saw We Are Marshall the other day.  It was very good.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple thing in life...a telephone...a telephone call...being able to call someone.  Something I haven't been able to do in a quite a while with my sister.  She's back in the states now.  She has a telephone.  I told my dad that he should call her and leave a message (because she's finishing up with a cruise with her husband).  He used to sing "I'll have a blue Christmas without you..."  all the time when we were little.  I told him he should sing that to her.  He calls, and her husband answers.  He talks to my sister.  He tells her that's a call he's been waiting to make for two years.  I'm glad he got to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-6614139830049397445?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6614139830049397445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=6614139830049397445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6614139830049397445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/6614139830049397445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-theres-no-white-christmas-this.html' title='well, there&apos;s no white Christmas this year...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-7944998564144070103</id><published>2006-12-20T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:57:43.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad...</title><content type='html'>that the Colts won on Monday. Hopefully they don't let the tragicness that has been the last couple weeks fall back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is almost here. It's so weird. This year went soooo fast. I haven't even started Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Thom...I'm going to keep updating this blog...and I'll keep sunshine thrown your way. I think I'll hold on to this blog for while...People do still read it...they just don't comment anymore. :(. It's all myspace now. Damn myspace. Glad it's around though. It's a good time killer. Once I'm on the other side of the country, I'm going to be really glad it's around. It makes it easier to keep in touch with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrocamp...that's fun to say. It sounds so incredibly nerdy. I love it. I'm actually going to get to have a nerdy job! What my life needed. I mean, I guess the Math Assistance Center was sort of nerdy...but astrocamp? Well, that's just sounds incredibly wonderful and cool. Cool meaning my definition of cool...which is completly uncool. That's the way to be. Not normal...Well, I think not normal is cool. You know? Chacos with socks...totally cool. My Christmas shirt that says Santa's Little Helper...totally cool...leggings...not cool...but I make them cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day, when all I listened to was Christian music (eek!)...I remember riding in my friend's car...and this song came on...and she told me it was my song...basically the chorus goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cool and that's ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how I feel...ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool: such a funny word anyway. I remember being in middle school...and all I wanted to be was cool. Cool meaning being accepted by a small group of people that thought that they mattered more than everybody else. I mean, I even had a paper route to pay for cheerleading camp. I never tried out. I mean, could you see me as a cheerleader?? It would be ridiculously funny. I can't even do a cartwheel...and if we had to do dance routines...well that would just hilarious. You've seen me dance...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it...this is a really random post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I just heard on the news that Bush says we're not winning the war in Iraq right now...what???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-7944998564144070103?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7944998564144070103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=7944998564144070103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7944998564144070103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/7944998564144070103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-glad.html' title='I&apos;m glad...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-1495883914491892228</id><published>2006-12-18T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:48:57.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I'm a pretty guarded person.  I think I've mentioned that before on here...and I'm sure a lot of you already know that.  I don't know why.  Sometimes I blame it on my family life, and other times I blame it on the fact that I went to 13 different schools before graduating high school.  I'm not saying I'm a completely cold person, but I definitely don't where my heart on my sleeve.  My ex-boyfriend told me I was incapable of love.  That's not true...I was just incapable of loving him.  So anyway, that really doesn't have anything to do with anything, but I thought it was funny when he told me that.  Alright, back on track.  (as if there is a track...it's all just ramblings anyway...)  Now, I'm at a point where I sort of want to be a girl and be all emotional around my friends.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not crazy emotional.  I'm not going to start balling or anything...Well maybe I will.  The upcoming events in my life are going to be crazy.  I'm going to miss people like crazy.  What? you're wondering...  Well, it looks like I'm about to pick up and move across the country to California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my friends like crazy.  I know I'll make new ones.  I'm outgoing...I always can find people to hang out with.  Some of these people are friends that have been around for a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time.  Plus, there's places I'm going to miss.  Maybe you're thinking...ROSE! it's California!  This is familiar...I know it.  I know the people.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yat's&lt;/span&gt;!  I love &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yat's&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm going to miss that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post makes no sense.  That's what I'm good at.  See, I'm trying to let a little out of my head...and then it doesn't work...because it just all comes out jumbled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to dinner the other night with Jessie and Patrick and Lynsey and Adam...oh and my cousin...I brought him along as my date (sad isn't it? ;) ).  We were exchanging Christmas stuff...but they also got me a going away card, a cake, and a compass.  The compass is so i can find my way back.  I almost teared up.  Well, i wanted to be all sappy...I'm going to miss those people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family...it will be weird being that far away.  Sarah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other person that comes to mind that I'm going miss is Brian Math.  He keeps popping in my head as someone I'm really going to miss.  I mean, I haven't gone more than a month without seeing him since I met him.  He listens to all my stories.  Ha.  He just shakes his head.  He's a good friend now...not just a math buddy.  Plus, he's the one who got me into climbing. :)  I told him I was going to get sappy on him before I left.  I bet he's looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's all the other climbing people.  They're a different brand though...they climb. I'll see them somewhere...climbing.  I've got to find a whole new climbing group.  The Kentucky crew won't be in California.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Horsepens&lt;/span&gt;=not in California.  Next time I see Mortal Combat...I will be super strong, and Mark Osbourne sure better be there, because I have to send that one at night with him present. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure this post came out at all like I wanted to.  Now, there's just spotty stuff about what I'm going to miss.  There's going to be tons more I miss of course...but I guess the whole point I really want to get across is...well...I guess I don't know.  I'm getting a bit sad now.  I see people, and I hope I see them again before I leave.  I'm bummed I'm not going to Rock Town for Christmas Eve.  Now, I wish Dan and Mark and Ana were still going to Horse Shoe Canyon Ranch instead of Rock Town.  I could swing a trip there for the new year.  It would only add a couple hours to my trip.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-1495883914491892228?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/1495883914491892228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=1495883914491892228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1495883914491892228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/1495883914491892228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-5738455648810322514</id><published>2006-12-17T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:58:05.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet...</title><content type='html'>That's exactly what it is...bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-5738455648810322514?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5738455648810322514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=5738455648810322514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5738455648810322514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/5738455648810322514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-3784697466519080013</id><published>2006-12-11T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:53:43.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;So, yeah...this is my year in review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2006 year in review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Where did you ring in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;In Broadripple...at Nathan's friend's house.  It was sorta fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) What was your status by Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;I was "in a relationship" with Nathan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Were you in school (anytime this year)?&lt;br /&gt;yeah...all year.  blah.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) How did you earn your keep?&lt;br /&gt;any one of several different jobs I like to keep all at one time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Did you have to go to the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;not that I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Did you encounter the police?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, got pulled over once...and so did my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Where did you go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see...I went to Arizona in January, and Florida in March, then for climbing, I've been to Kentucky a bunch, and Alabama, and Georgia.  Oh, I also, did a small trip to Chicago, and a trip to Wisconsin.  I consider all of those vacation stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What did you purchase that was over $500?&lt;br /&gt;my Jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Did you know anybody who got married?&lt;br /&gt;umm...yeah.  I'm 24.  Everybody gets married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 10.) you know anybody who passed away?&lt;br /&gt;not anybody I knew personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Have you run into anybody you graduated high school with?&lt;br /&gt;yeah...I see them around from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Did you move anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;I'm always moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) What sporting events did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;uh...some pacers games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 14.) What concerts did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;I think just Ellery...it wasn't a good year for me as far as concerts...oh yeah...and The Elms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Are you registered to vote?&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) If so, did you do your patriotic duty on Nov. 7?&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Where do you live now?&lt;br /&gt;Indianapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Describe your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my birthday for several days straight...including a great trip to the state fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What's the one thing you thought you would never do but did in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;wear socks with sandals and think it's cool...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 20.) What is one thing you regretted this year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like regrets...but I sort of regret the fact that I stayed with Nathan all the way till May...that was a load of umm...well fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 21.) What's something you learned about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;that I love climbing...and I don't need lots of possesions...nor do I need a bed to sleep in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 22.) Any new additions to your family?&lt;br /&gt;i've had some cousins that had some babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) What was your best month?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...I don't know...that's hard.  I like a lot of the months...but October was really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 24.) What from pop culture will you remember 2006 by?&lt;br /&gt;how much i brought sexyback (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) How would you rate this year with a scale from 1 (shitty) to 10 (excellent)?&lt;br /&gt;9.75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                      &lt;p class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&amp;friendID=45934044&amp;amp;blogID=203556588&amp;ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA4WgZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECOTSz%2BRy1BuLBBCj94fo4OmxYAy4%2BV%2FRgveRBCjWzVR0Ml5ejUtvkf%2Fi%2B11cC9N6WswHLP0BAMaxIFgNpx%2BFkF%2FrsqSN&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=0&amp;amp;Mytoken=8B7306B0-D847-4418-9893B9347126142325096205"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-3784697466519080013?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3784697466519080013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=3784697466519080013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3784697466519080013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/3784697466519080013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/lame.html' title='LAME'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116559652531387707</id><published>2006-12-08T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:48:45.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrr.</title><content type='html'>It's so cold outside.  Sooo cold.   It's not been too bad though.  I sometimes like the cold.  It snowed a little yesterday.  Not much to go build a snow man with, but still...snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I'm in town this weekend.  That's cool.  I haven't been in town for a bit.  I get to watch the Colts game with my friends.  I like that.  Hopefully they do a bit better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lack of anything better to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116559652531387707?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116559652531387707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116559652531387707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116559652531387707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116559652531387707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/brrrr.html' title='brrrr.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116533581187667723</id><published>2006-12-05T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:44:23.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's going on???</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I can't believe we are trucking right along through December now!  This year went crazy crazy fast.  It was good though.  Sigh.  Lots of good things happened.  I can't wait for 2007.  Weird.  2007...the year I turn 25.   Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I headed down to Georgia.  I went to a place called Rocktown.  Climbing was done, and fun was had by all.  It was a cool place.  The camping was definitely rugged.  There was no running water or outhouses or anything.  That's cool though.  It helps you appreciate certain things in life.  I got home, and it was so nice to be able to wash my hands and take a shower and such.  I thought to myself hey!  I really like water.  Showers are awesome.  OOO...and it's nice to be able to sit on a toilet.  Ha.  It is also really nice to sleep inside in a bed.  I love being outside though, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing was fun.  I didn't really make it up to the top of much.  It was my first time there, and I defintely now have some projects.  When you boulder, you place something underneath you for when you fall.  It's called a crash pad.  You carry the crash pad around you on your back like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8170/548/1600/927797/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8170/548/400/650595/DSC_0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yeah, Jodi and I are walking out of the boulder field, and some non-climbers were walking on they trail.  They stopped us and asked us what the things we were wearing on our backs were.  Jodi explained to them what they were.  The guy then asked her why we didn't wear one on the front too.  Ha ha.  No silly, we put them down on the ground.  We don't climb with them on.  That would have been hard.  I have a hard enough time climbing without something on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the Colts lost last weekend.  60 yard field goal?  Man, I wish Tennessee would have had Vanderjadt kicking for them. :)  We probably would have won then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  So is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog sucks.  I think I should quit it.  I don't know.  I feel as though my life is pretty interesting.  I feel like I have interesting thoughts.  However, it seems that whenever i go to write anything, nothing cool comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run a marathon in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I learned how to do a good job roasting marshmellows.  :)  It was great.  I ate a lot of marshmellows though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my phone in Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116533581187667723?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116533581187667723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116533581187667723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116533581187667723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116533581187667723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-going-on.html' title='what&apos;s going on???'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116483621440106006</id><published>2006-11-29T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:36:54.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i kinda like it.</title><content type='html'>So, I've been staying at my grandma's house quite frequently as of late.  If you are confused as to why, then go ahead and read &lt;a href="http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/girl-drama-girl-drama.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma has a two bedroom apartment, and my cousin also has been staying here.  She's pregnant.  She gets choice of a bed every night.  I usually crash on the couch.  I don' t mind it.  I can sleep anywhere.  However, my grandma goes to bed around 3 a.m. every night.  I go to bed much earlier than that usually.  So, until she's ready to go to bed, I sleep in her bed.  She'll wake me up and I'll move to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I don't remember my dreams, but on the nights when this happens...I have dreams...and I remember them.  I think she's waking me up at just the right moment...just as I'm having these dreams.  I don't remember much from what I learned in psychology about the sleep cycle, so I'm not going to use any technical terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dreaming...sorta cool, especially when you remember them.  I think I mentioned a dream in my last post. Well, last night I had a dream about penguins and turkeys.  That's sort of random.  Maybe it's because thanksgiving just past and I sorta want to see Happy Feet.  It looks cute...ha.  So yeah, dreaming is fun.  My grandma keeps waking me up before my dreams end, but I'm glad I'm remembering some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;So Google...I'm pretty sure it's pretty much one of the best tools on the planet.  My cousin asked me a question today about something...I just looked it up on google images...showed her a picture...done.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating a lot of cake the last few days.  It's pretty good.  I can't stop.  Just the cake though...not the icing.  I don't really like icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;single stuffed oreos are way better than double stuffed.  I bought some last week to take down to the Red.  I also enjoy eating honey nut cheerios on climbing trips.  My little rubbermaid bowl was too full of honey nut cheerios.  I wanted to put some oreos in it, but noticed I didn't have room in it.  I said something about not needing to take oreos to the crag.  Roman gave me the look of death.  I'm pretty sure he then told me that was the stupidest thing he's ever heard me say.  We took Oreos to the crag...and they were single stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Georgia! this weekend...Rocktown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it crazy that it's almost December? This year went crazy fast...I liked it though.  There were all sorts of new developments in my life.  I like the person I am becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;oh! and since I probably won't update before the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO COLTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8170/548/1600/69165/mmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8170/548/400/104937/mmmm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116483621440106006?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116483621440106006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116483621440106006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116483621440106006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116483621440106006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-kinda-like-it.html' title='i kinda like it.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116466431565372553</id><published>2006-11-27T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:56:36.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been a hot minute...</title><content type='html'>so what's been going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a busy week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everybody had a spectacular thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent thanksgiving up in Wisconsin with my aunt and uncle, my dad, and some friends of my aunt and uncle.  It was a unique thanksgiving with lots of great food.  I met some cool people, and I'm always up for that.  The turkey was a fresh turkey...not a frozen turkey, and it was spectacular.  MMmmm....and the sweet potatoes...oh...so good.  Good stuff, and plenty of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran a race Thanksgiving morning...The Berbee Derby.  It was hard and hilly.  Dang hills.  The weather was awesome, though.  I ran in shorts and a t-shirt.  It was spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday, my dad and I left Wisconsin and headed back to Indiana, where he dropped me off to meet up with Justin and Roman.  From this point, we all headed down to Kentucky...to Red River Gorge it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting weekend to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really going to go on about the climbing, because most of you would have eyes that would begin to glaze over.  I was excited to eat at Miguel's once more before it closed.  MMM.  Plus, Saturday night, there was a dance party.  That was odd...to say the least.  Interesting...but odd.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman, Fromke, Andy and Nate all headed to the beer trailer while I was waiting for our food.  They were picking me up some beer.  They get back, and Fromke hands me my beer...it's a freaking 7 oz. bottle of beer.  They then told me they got a pack of 8 of the little beers.  I was sort of T.O.'d...in a funny way...turns out though, that they had gotten me a regular 6-pack of Miller Light, and I could "graduate" to the bigger bottle once I finished the small bottle.  Everybody got to take a crack at me.  Some people sitting next to us, that I didn't even know even made a crack at me.  It was kind of funny...it even had it's own little tin foil covering it.  Fromke wanted me to go act super drunk around the fire holding my 7 oz. beer bottle, and then if anybody asked, I should tell them that was all I had to drink.  Nice.   People called it a "bitch beer."  I don't wanna be a bitch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was awesome ALL weekend.  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there you have it.  On to Georgia next weekend.  I love this lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a lot...and that's good for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stole this from &lt;a href="http://dear-newo-ikkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Asher&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8170/548/1600/860088/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8170/548/400/623011/wtf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he said...WTF?  What in the world is going on in this picture?  Check out the guy in the background...all in all an odd picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.  Does anybody have a good idea for a story that could accompany this?  How about a good caption?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116466431565372553?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116466431565372553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116466431565372553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116466431565372553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116466431565372553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-been-hot-minute.html' title='it has been a hot minute...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116413022560646018</id><published>2006-11-21T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:30:26.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sunshine day!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, It's tuesday. No work the rest of the week!!!! Super. Really. No school. No work. Just the Berbee Derby and who knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Berbee Derby...I think they may just keep the name Thom. So, you may have another chance to run it. Right now, they're calling it the Berbee Derby...presented by CDW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I'm trying to get my dad to go on a bit of a climbing trip. It will be an excursion. I think he needs to know the powers of the VW bus. It would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm sorta sad I'm not going to be partaking in the day after Thanksgiving shopping. It's been sort of a tradition the last couple years. Damn climbing. Taking over. Oh well, instead of standing in the cold outside of Best Buy...I'll be standing in the cold by rocks. It's cool. I don't really have anything I need to buy anyway. I didn't last year either. I just sat out in the cold forever and bought a couple DVDs and a CD. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...we were cold...and Brian was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/IMG_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/IMG_1008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend...I got introduced to Guitar Hero. Amazing. Absolutely Amazing. I loved it. Afterwards, my head sort of went through a song overload. I had about five songs running through it at once...It went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send an SOS..SWEET CHILD OF MINE...She's my Cherry Pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was free milkshakes at STEAK AND SHAKE!!!! Good stuff. Then, the Colts...well...they lost. Damn them. Oh well. They better not keep losing or something...They need to get their butts to the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving.  I think it's almost lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food...I had a coupon for a free burrito from Chipotle that I decided to use last night. I got a burrito (of course)...and decided to put guacamole on it. I don't like guacamole. I wanted to give it another shot. I loved it. I like guacamole. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116413022560646018?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116413022560646018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116413022560646018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116413022560646018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116413022560646018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-sunshine-day.html' title='It&apos;s a sunshine day!!!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116370317837056179</id><published>2006-11-16T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:52:58.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stellar...</title><content type='html'>That's another adjective that starts with S, and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so what a day.  The people of the Reese IT department make me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make myself laugh. Brian Trivett...a guy I work with, one of my good friends, and my ex-boyfriend works there...he makes me laugh a lot. I'm not sure if I should be laughing, because he's making fun of me...or I guess as he says it, he's not making fun of me, he's making fun of the situations I put myself in. I make myself giggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so yeah, I'm contemplating actually starting to write the daily events that go on in my life in greater detail on here. I try to steer sort of clear of the personal life stuff...but it would make this thing WAY more entertaining. Brian says it may just make your head explode. If I did that, you may take a break from work to read my blog, and then want to go back to work. OR you may just curl up in a corner and cry. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that Brian...he is a goober. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff from today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's got a nice...........camera..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...a camera...nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had that as my away message...and Lindsey instant messages me with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: have a great day rose!!&lt;br /&gt;Auto response from me: he's got a nice...camera...&lt;br /&gt;Rose: you too.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: he's got a nice...did you mean to say package?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: lol&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: i'm totally joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her.  She's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;written by Brian:   (as if it was written by me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I think about you I touch myself, okay not really, but I think about touching myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that Journey just may be the most fantastic band ever, well them and Rush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pink toes now, I think it is from good blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a ninja...reason:&lt;br /&gt;1) I am a mammal.&lt;br /&gt;2) I fight ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;3) My purpose is to flip out an kill people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to me...wow, weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.realultimatepower.net"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love IT drama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll start a weekly IT drama post or something...it would be super...what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116370317837056179?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116370317837056179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116370317837056179&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116370317837056179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116370317837056179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/11/stellar.html' title='stellar...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116352421872580445</id><published>2006-11-14T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:10:19.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendid</title><content type='html'>That's what I am...splendid.  I am so happy that I got into climbing.  It's not just the climbing...it's all the cool people that came along with it.  It's absolutely super.  This past weekend...I went down to the gorge.  I stayed in a cabin that a couple guys that go to the gym I go to own.  There was a good group of us there...and it was fun.  Well, that is if you consider Scrabble fun.  We played Scrabble.  I won.  Sweet.  So, I climbed...and ate at Miguel's and got to see cool people.  Nothing better...I promise...well there are a few things better...but these days all these things have something to do with climbing...Ale 8...VW bus...beer...pizza...fires...Marks BBQ...Joshua Tree...Oreos...Honey Nut Cheerios...Chacos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like looking through the archives of this blog.  It's funny to see what I once wrote.  Sometimes, I think I want to delete some things because I'm sort of embarrassed that I ever wrote them.   I look at them and think WTF?  What kind of crap is this.  I like it though.  I won't ever delete it because well, I like seeing how I've changed on this journey I'm on.  I like looking at things and people that come through my life.  New relationships...old relationships...broken ones...things that make me happy...things that make me sad...I want to go back and read all this stuff 10 years from now.  I think that would be really cool.    I would probably giggle to death or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, splendid...that's a good word.  I find I really like adjectives that start with S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples:&lt;br /&gt;super&lt;br /&gt;spectacular&lt;br /&gt;splendid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's only 3 that are coming to mind...but I use those a lot.  Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you stalking me? because that would be super...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...I'm a loser.  I know it.  Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colts are 9-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey!  That's another one of them there S words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run a marathon in less than two months...eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell check wouldn't work.  I know there are mispelled words...but I don't want to fix them.  Sorry.  I do math...not spelling :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116352421872580445?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116352421872580445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116352421872580445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116352421872580445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116352421872580445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/11/splendid.html' title='Splendid'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116318193423455769</id><published>2006-11-10T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:08:47.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what in the hell am I doing???</title><content type='html'>If Lance Armstrong thinks a marathon is the hardest thing he has ever done...what makes me even begin to think I should be doing something like that????  I'm freaking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to head to good ole Kentucky to go climbing.  Should be super times...everybody is going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your answer to who would win in the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful...it's catchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76CS9z9kQ44"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76CS9z9kQ44" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116318193423455769?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116318193423455769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116318193423455769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116318193423455769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116318193423455769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-in-hell-am-i-doing.html' title='what in the hell am I doing???'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116292345970184274</id><published>2006-11-07T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T13:57:11.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this blog is awesome, and by awesome...I mean totally sweet.</title><content type='html'>So, I was going to update yesterday, but my fingertips were sort of raw, and I didn't want to type all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I learned something new this weekend. Did you know that Sam Walton put in his will that people can camp in Wal-Mart parking lots for free? That's a random fact. Charlie told me. Charlie has a VW bus. He sleeps in Wal-Mart parking lots from time to time. As I was driving home the other night, I looked over in a Wal-Mart parking lot, and sure enough...there was an RV parked there. It made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This past weekend, I got introduced to the VW bus. Freaking awesome. It's a pretty awesome way to roll. It made my roadtrip wonderful. Well, the people also had a part in that. Roman and Charlie are awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I drank beer in the bus...while it was on the road.  That's illegal.   I'm such a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah, I climbed down in Alabama this past weekend.  I like it there.  I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got to meet some super cool people, and discover the awesomeness of people I already knew.  I love experiences like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stuff from the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me:  "sometimes, while I'm driving, I like to turn classical music up really loud and pretend I am at the sympony."&lt;br /&gt;-Roman: "sometimes, I like to go to the symphony and pretend I'm in my car on a climbing trip listening to classical music really loud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-random drunk guy: "You're in school for math?  Do you know sudoku?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know this blog sucks ass, and I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Colts are 8-0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brian Trivett just informed me that he is bringing sexy back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hey...who do you think would win in the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny? What I mean by this is if tons of super heros and cartoon characters got together and started fighting...who would win?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116292345970184274?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116292345970184274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116292345970184274&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116292345970184274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116292345970184274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-blog-is-awesome-and-by-awesomei.html' title='this blog is awesome, and by awesome...I mean totally sweet.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116252543557038305</id><published>2006-11-02T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:43:55.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait!!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I leave for Alabama!!!  I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116252543557038305?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116252543557038305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116252543557038305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116252543557038305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116252543557038305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait!!!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116224685327690661</id><published>2006-10-30T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:30:53.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a stellar weekend...</title><content type='html'>So yeah, the weekend, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was Run Like Hell.  The weather was absolutely TERRIBLE all day long.  Luckily, it sort of stopped raining for the race.  I jogged the race for fun with Jessie...it was good times.  There  was a costume contest.  I won sexiest costume.  It was sort of an afterthought.  I ran the race in a hoola skirt and a coconut bra.  I had the coconut bra over my long sleeve shirt and jacket.  After the race, when they were doing the contest, I thought to myself...hmmm...sexiest costume... I can do this; so I stripped down to my sports bra (which is how I normally run when it's not freaking cold) and I put the coconut bra on over the sports bra.  I won!  What did I win?  $100 gift certificate to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse.  Sweet.   I was sort of shocked when I opened the envelope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out...here's pictures from the race on Tuxbro's site...and I'm in the mix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tuxbro.com/Run%20Like%20Hell%20Photos%2006.htm"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a slide show of this grand event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-60.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-60.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594046109792&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594046109792&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-60.slide.com/h2/72057594046109792/bl_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594046109792&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=72057594046109792&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was Pleasant Run Run.  This was a 5 mile race that I actually ran hard in.  Run Like Hell was just a fun run...sort of like a warm up jog...Pleasant Run Run marked my 2 year anniversary in the little running road races, so I was particularly excited about this one.  Plus, they give you free lunch afterwards.  It was crazy windy, and that had a negative effect on my time.  I was a bit dissapointed, but oh well, it was still 6 minutes faster than last year's Pleasant Run Run.  I got 1st in my age group, so that was cool.  That's a far cry from where I was two year's ago when it took me 55:15 to finish this race.  It's nice to see that I've improved A LOT.  Hopefully, I'll be able to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORI came into town...and we went to Jessie's Halloween part.  Oh goodness...it was great times.  AND I made cupcakes.  They were super.  I put apple sauce instead of oil in them.  It made them better for you...so you could eat more.  Of course, I took lots of pictures...and they sort of can do the explaining.  I made a slide show of them too.   Yeah, it was crazy.  I laughed A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-81.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-81.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594046111105&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="475" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:475px;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594046111105&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=15&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/h2/72057594046111105/bl_t015_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594046111105&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=15&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=72057594046111105&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=15&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday was the Colts game.  7-0 baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116224685327690661?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116224685327690661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116224685327690661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116224685327690661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116224685327690661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-stellar-weekend.html' title='what a stellar weekend...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116191993017174966</id><published>2006-10-26T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:32:10.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>girl drama girl drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OH! The drama.  I hate drama.  So much.  Especially girl drama.  It also sort of makes me chuckle.  It's kind like watching a soap opera.  You don't want to, and it's terrible, but for some reason, you sort of still watch it.  Then, you're mad at yourself when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busting on out of this joint.  October 31st.  I leave Pennsylvania St.  It's gonna be a sad day.  I like this house.  However, things have gotten unbearable!!   Absolutely crazy unbearable.   No more I say!  No more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan...I'm downsizing.  I'm not sure I even want my bed anymore.  I'm going to move my stuff down to Lori's.  Then at this point, I'll be wandering around.  I'll probably sleep at my grandma's a lot.  When I'm not wandering up here, I'll be down at Lori's in KY...or climbing of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the drama.  Where does it start???   Hmmm...woo...sit down...maybe grab a drink or two...this is going to get good.  Ready??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to break this into two parts.  It gets pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should I start with Leo?  Leo is a pug that was brought into our house.  This pug was uninvited.  It was sort of one of those things that Lindsey decided on her own and hoped that Lynsey and I would agree with.  She told us it was ok with the land lord.  It turns out it was not ok with the landlord...it's still not ok, however the dog is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog has not been potty trained.  Lindsey is never home to do anything.  The dog has ruined all sorts of stuff.  Most recently, it has ruined my head lamp.  There's a huge list of other stuff of both mine and Lynsey's that has been ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has another dog.  This dog used to be well behaved.  It now barks all the freaking time.  All night long...all night...all night.  Drives me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! there's the fact that she went freaking crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...she drank my Patron.  You don't do that.  You don't just drink someone's Patron.  That's special.  If that's not bad enough, she let me know she wasn't going to give me any money for it.  On top of the Patron, a bottle of my wine was also consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a party here tomorrow night.  I wasn't really asked if a party could be had.  I do believe it's my place.  Oh well, I'm not that worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey flipped out on me tonight.  First of all, she came into my room without knocking while I was in it.  She then informed me that she wanted to put stuff in MY room.  It's MY room.  Even if I'm out by the 31st, it's still MY room till the 31st, right?  She wanted to put stuff in there because of the party tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then she turned the internet off because I'm not paying for it.  No biggie, I don't really care.  I told her I would make her a deal.  If she paid me for everything her dog destroyed of mine, I would gladly stop using the internet.  She said deal, don't use the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to make a list of everything that has been destroyed (including my head lamp).  It was a quick list and and a low ball estimate equalling $238 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it downstairs to her, she said I'd like to see where you got that figure but it doesn't matter, I'm not giving you shit.  I yes, yes you will pay me.  She said fine, I'll pay you the day you move out (right.).  I said ok, until then, I get to use the internet.  She said no you won't it's not yours.  I was tempted to tell her she couldn't use the gas or the water because they weren't hers, but then she would take away my right for electricity, and that would just be too much drama for me.  I said, ok, maybe I can just be like you, and just take things because I think I'm justified in having them.  I picked up her make up brushes.  She said, remember, your stuff is still here, and I may just take a shit on your bed.  (WTF???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets good.  She said, Rose, if don't think I won't kick your ass.  If you want me to kick your ass, I will.  I said  I will gladly take every single punch you will throhw at me.  I will not retaliate, but as soon as you're done, I'll call the cops.   She said, Rose, nothing you can say will scare me.  I then called her a bitch.  I don't think I've ever called anyone a bitch before...you know I was fuming.  I think steam could be seen coming from my ears.  She said, I know I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to crash a Halloween party tomorrow? &lt;/p&gt;  There's so much more that could be said...but I'm not as fuming now...so my thoughts are losing steam...so I must go to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116191993017174966?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116191993017174966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116191993017174966&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116191993017174966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116191993017174966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/girl-drama-girl-drama.html' title='girl drama girl drama'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116163221278777853</id><published>2006-10-23T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:36:53.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my friends...I really do.</title><content type='html'>So, this weekend was quite the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I ran a half-marathon.  It was good times, except for I'm limping around now.  I stepped in a pothole at mile 5.  The guys below, from my work, did the half-marathon too.  I'm proud of them.  The guy in the middle cut 15 minutes off his may mini-marathon time.  That makes me happy.  I hope that come this may...he cuts another 15 minutes off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/half.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...that was interesting to nobody but myself...and I'm ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right after the race, I had to scoot on over to a wedding.  My friend Jessica got married to a wonderful guy named John.  I've never met anybody before that you could just tell so easily that they belong together.  When you talk to John, it's like talking to Jessica...and it's kinda weird.  Anyway, Jessica is an amazing amazing amazing person and I lover soo much!  She moved away from Indy earlier this year.  She moved up to Wisconsin.  That made me sad because I miss her.  :(   Anyway, they just had a small reception at a church.  It was cute.  You could tell that Jessica's artistic ideas were present.  So, after that, a small group of people went down to the Cladaugh.  After contemplating whether or not I should go and chilling out at home for a bit, I decided to make my way down there.  I'm glad I did because I got to love me some more Jessica!!!  Also, the sister of a priest that I miss very much (because he moved to Austria) was there.  I had never really gotten the chance to talk to her much, so that was really nice.  It was good times all around, and I ate good food, and had some good drinks.  Then, I headed home and crashed because it had been a super long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jessica and John!  They are wonderful together!  Oh how I love my super Catholic friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/colts%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/colts%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my super non-Catholic friends too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colts!!! 6-0!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!  I got to watch the game with my favorite Colts game watching people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank some wine.  It was odd to drink wine and watch football...but that's what we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/colts.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/colts.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Rocky also joined us for the game.  He even let me take a picture with him.  It was a highlight of my day... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/rocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/rocky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helps me when I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have gotten a little over zealous with photos in this post.  I'm cool with it if you are...are you?  Sorry if you're still flippin on dial up. :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went over to my friend Dustin's house, where one of his friends also came over and we had a sort of chick flick marathon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Dustin was way happy to get to watch two chick flicks with two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie's Halloween party is on Saturday.  You should go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116163221278777853?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116163221278777853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116163221278777853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116163221278777853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116163221278777853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-my-friendsi-really-do.html' title='I love my friends...I really do.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116114387756177413</id><published>2006-10-17T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:59:43.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a night post...what?</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've written anything at night in a while.  Maybe that's why all my posts suck these days.  For some reason, I got in the mood to write on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of a few things.  First off...frozen grapes.  I ate a whole bunch of them tonight.  They bring to mind a pretty funny incident from last fall...I think I wrote about it.  Let me check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...there was someting...in &lt;a href="http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-postingnow-thats-just-crazy.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post....saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of that whiteboard...last week I was showing this girl how to prove that a limit is equal to whatever. (If you want to know how to do this yourself...just see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-you-wish-your-girlfriend-was-hot.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post) I told her i was going to do it on the whiteboard because it's "pretty much the coolest thing ever." The girl was kind of weird...and a little rude...and she said. "you think that it is the coolest thing ever?" as though I was being serious or something. I looked at her and said "well I mean...it's not the coolest thing ever..." Then she asked me if it was better than sex. WTH? (that's what the heck...I stole it from Laura Hash...I thought it was funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now you're wondering...hmm...that doesn't say anything about frozen grapes.  Well, after this conversation, I was conversing with Amy.  (she's cool).  She pointed out that frozen grapes definately were better than sex.  Ha.  It was good stuff.  We laughed a lot.  I don't think I helped her out much in Calculus.  Did I Amy?  :)  Have you guys ever had frozen grapes? Try them and see for yourself.  Also, try writing on a white board the size of a wall.  I still think that it's the coolest thing ever.    Yeah...well...moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAR WARS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh Thom...do you remember Srini?  I mean, of course you remember Srini.  For those of you who don't know this guy (Srini), he was funny.  I don't think he liked me much.  I told him knock knock jokes, and it would make him angry.  Ha.  I haven't talked to him in a long time...I wonder if he would like to hear a knock knock joke.  Anybody have a good one?  So yeah, Srini was completely shocked that i had never seen Star Wars.   He even asked me how I could call myself an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...ready for it?  I have now seen one of the Star Wars episodes.  Man, sort of sad...now I can't say I've never seen Star Wars.  That day is over in my life.   It's a monumental moment.  Ok, maybe not that monumental...but lots of people have tried to get me to watch it with no success...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/chew-temira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/chew-temira.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Poppyseed Cliff Bars...no good.  Don't eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running a half marathon on Saturday.  Should be good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that...my dear friend Jessica is getting married!!!!  I love her.  The guy she is marrying...John...he's nice too.  They have a cute story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116114387756177413?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116114387756177413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116114387756177413&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116114387756177413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116114387756177413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-postwhat.html' title='a night post...what?'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116075006500756489</id><published>2006-10-13T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:34:25.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what day it is???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/turkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silly,  it's not Thanksgiving.  It's Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie let me know yesterday in an e-mail.  What is one to do on Friday the 13th?  Have a scary movie-athon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the urge to eat caramal apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this morning, I was driving, and it was still dark out...I sort of felt like it was Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because it's so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thom, I think I'm going to do that Lara Croft thing.  You're the only one who gave me any ideas...so I think I'm gonna run with it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116075006500756489?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116075006500756489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116075006500756489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116075006500756489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116075006500756489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-what-day-it-is.html' title='Guess what day it is???'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116057979336301946</id><published>2006-10-11T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:16:34.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How about them apples?  revisited...</title><content type='html'>I wrote this a long time ago, it's on the blog somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that these days "Christians" are more worried about converting other "Christians" to their religion than they are worried about people that are non-Christians. The Lutherans can't get along with the Methodists, the Pentecostals can't get along with Presbryterians, and most baptists just cant get along with anybody else, and nobody likes the Catholics. Why is that? I don't recall ever reading anything that says that there are all kinds of different Christian religions in the bible. Actually, I do believe it says exactly the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ephesians 4:1-5 it says:&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I, the prisoner of the Lord,implore you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling with which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, showing tolerance for one another in love, being diligent to preserve the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit, just as also you were called in one hope of your calling; one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all who is over all and through all and in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that is pretty clear that we need to work together and stop fighting on who is right and who is wrong. Honestly, how can we be certain that we are right? Aren't we supposed to be living a life through faith? If we truely knew we were right, why would we need faith?&lt;br /&gt;I think many people who profess to be Christians are not being affective in actual reaching people because they are too busy trying to convert their Christian brothers. Non-Christians see this too. They think it is ridiculous the amount of different kinds of churches that are out there. They don't understand the differences and honestly, I dont really understand the differences either. We are all Christians! What rules we do or do not believe in doesnt really matter. There is one way to Christ and frankly, all churches that profess Christianity pretty much have that way right. STOP FIGHTING!!! there is one Lord and one Faith! one Baptism, one God and Father! Not 1 million different kinds of faith..so get over your differences and start working together! Wouldnt it be nice to see a Protestant church actually working with a Catholic church to perform local ministries? I would love to see it. Sadly, I am not sure it will ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Unity...&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;U2...&lt;br /&gt;We are one, but we're not the same...we get to carry each other...carry each other.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got invited to an event on facebook.  It's a Halloween party.  You know what's funny?  The Halloween party is at my house.  I didn't even know about it.  It struck me as sort of odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I heard that it's supposed to snow tomorrow.  this makes me very upset.  I don't want it to snow.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I'm becoming a fan of ****, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to be for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you are still reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116057979336301946?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116057979336301946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116057979336301946&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116057979336301946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116057979336301946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-about-them-apples-revisited.html' title='How about them apples?  revisited...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116044698475189904</id><published>2006-10-09T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:23:05.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am typing all this with one thumb...</title><content type='html'>Well, not really, but it would feel much better if I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend, I jumped on down to Alabama...to go bouldering.  It was my first bouldering trip.  I had an awesome time.  It was intense at times, but amazing!  This is me doing some bouldering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/rose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/rose.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like pictures a lot.  So yeah, Dan Lubbers took this picture...and he likes pictures a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that my favorite part of the trip was Saturday night.  That night, we spent a ton of time at one certain problem.  At the end of this amount of time, my fingers were bleeding.  It was super.  I also was incredibly bruised and scraped...but it's all good.  I went back to camp...planning on going to bed, but then I decided to go back out and try one more climb.  It was completely intense because my fingers were raw and bleeding and because the top out was incredibly scary and because a lot of people were watching.  I was screaming...but I got it...and that was exciting.  There was no better feeling than topping out a problem that took a long while to get.  Anyway, it was nice times.  I got to hear Sweet Home Alabama in Alabama, and that was super.  I also met some cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back and kick Mortal Combat's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to dinner with my dad tonight, and I was really afraid that I was going to have to have him cut my chicken.  I sucked it up and cut my own food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think bouldering is crazy.  Why do people find the hardest way to get up rocks when there is usually a way easier way to do it?  It doesn't make any sense...and I know it doesn't.  Still, I want to keep doing it, even if my hands are raw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;So, last week, I was talking with Jonathan and Brian Trivett...they were talking about trans fat.  You know, New York is trying to ban them...we were discussing it.  I don't think they should be banned really.  If people want to eat trans fat, it's their decision, right?  It should be the establishment's decision, not the government's.  So, smoking got brought up in the conversation, how it should be the same thing with smoking.  I am all for places being smoke free.  I hate smelling like it...I don't care if the government bans smoking in public establishments.  Is the hypocritical?  I don't think it is, because trans fat only hurts the person that decides to partake in them.  Jonathan said something funny...he said "well,  you still have to exhale..."  It cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sleeping in a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some pie and icecream with my grandma, dad and cousin tonight.  I am soo freaking full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go to Cincy soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to be for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Tree Climbing Salve rocks my socks off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my fingertips to heal so I can go climbing again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop typing...so my fingertips can heal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116044698475189904?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116044698475189904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116044698475189904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116044698475189904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116044698475189904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-typing-all-this-with-one-thumb.html' title='I am typing all this with one thumb...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-116013954801205168</id><published>2006-10-06T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:59:08.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alabama!</title><content type='html'>That's where I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a stellar weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-116013954801205168?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/116013954801205168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=116013954801205168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116013954801205168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/116013954801205168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/alabama.html' title='Alabama!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-115999209797646497</id><published>2006-10-04T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:01:38.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing better...</title><content type='html'>So, a couple weeks ago, it was really cold.  I thought that all the warm weather was gone...so I put my back windows back in.  Well, it's warm again...and I wanted the top down on the Jeep, so down it came.  I love driving with the top down on the Jeep.  So yesterday, and today, I've been cruising around town in my Jeep listening to Postal Service...and it has been super!  I love this weather.  I'm sure it will be cold again in a split second...because that's how Indiana rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream from McDonald's isn't very good...Probably not really ice cream either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is good?  These little thin cookies that come in these 100 calorie pack things.  I'm always hungry...and these take longer to eat than a granola bar.  Plus, they are good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Thom, just in case you didn't catch it...I am running in the Berbee Derby...so if you want me to pick you anything up...I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who I miss?  Tyanananna...I want to see her again because I love her mucho.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I'm going to the climbing gym.  Sound exciting? Oh...it is...but you know what's even more exciting??? I'm going to ALABAMA this weekend!!! You may be thinking...Rose...why in the world would you be going to Alabama?? Well, I shall tell you...TO CLIMB!  It will be my first bouldering trip...and I am very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I had lots of funny stuff to say...but I never ever remember...I need to start writing things down...I really do.  Then, maybe I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian (trivdaddy) stole my sunglasses...he's a jerkface...he made me look stupid...I knew they took something...but I didn't know what...JERKFACE...hey...why don't you update your blog loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the way back from Kentucky, I listened to the Colts game.  After the Colts game, talk radio came on.  The guy was talking about some man who smuggled two monkeys from Thailand to Los Angelos in his underwear.  Don't believe it?  I wasn't sure either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's an article about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/WeirdNews/2006/09/19/1861964-ap.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine having two monkeys in your underwear.  I can't...and I'm a girl...not as much to worry about down there as a guy...that could be a terrible terrible experience.  goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my roommate was smoking Hooka last night...is that something you do by yourself?  Just wondering...it was sort of funny...what was even more funny was when her dog knocked the Hooka over.  I laughed...and made no effort to help her...is this bad of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-115999209797646497?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115999209797646497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=115999209797646497&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115999209797646497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115999209797646497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-better.html' title='nothing better...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-115982040108423946</id><published>2006-10-02T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:20:03.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, first of all...the Colts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are now 4-0.  Go them.  Wow though, yesterday's game was ugly ugly.  I didn't even get to watch it.  I listened to it on the radio on the way back from Kentucky.  I was nervous.  The last play was amazing.  I even had to stay up and watch the news so I could actually watch it.  I've never seen anything like that before ever...It was a win...but I wouldn't call it a happy win.  They better shape up...or their butts are going to be kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza...and an odd man...oh yeah...and climbing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I went to the Johnson Center on UK's campus with Michelle and Lori.  It was Lori's first time ever to climb anything.  So...go her!  Michelle and I stayed there until they closed, which was 10:00.  We were starving!  She goes to UK, and does not have a car there.  I didn't have a car with me because my dad dropped me off on his way down to Knoxville.  Lori had left to go over to a friend's house.  We decided to walk to find food.  It was raining and cold, but we didn't care...we were hungry.  It so happened that everywhere was closed that was sort of close to campus.  Papa John's wasn't though...well...at least they were open for delivery.  So, I called Papa John's from outside the door of Papa John's.  I ordered us pizza and cheese sticks...they asked where I was...I said right outside Papa Johns.  We waited, and our food came.  They forgot our water though and had to go back and get it.  Good thing they didn't have to go far...huh?  I thought it was funny and totally random.  That's not something I've ever done before.  Have you?  So, Michelle and I proceed to eat our pizza in the rain (by this point, it really wasn't raining much.)  A man then came up to us...and Michelle said hi...and he said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go to hell bitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just sort of looked at him...he then said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus #1 came a long time ago...I am Jesus #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeded to say all sorts of odd things...We offered him the rest of our cheese sticks...He took them...rubbed them across his mouth and nose and through them at Michelle.  It was interesting to say the least.  It added some flavor to the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad picked me up on Sunday...I had to go out to Lori's car to get my charger.  We then were on our way.  We stopped about 30 miles from Lexington to grab some lunch...and I left my phone in the car.  When we got back out to the car...Lori called...she had called quite a few times.  She wanted to know where her keys were.  Well, that's right..I had them.  I was sooo mad at myself.  I despise turning around.  So, we added an extra hour to our trip.  ARGGG!!!  That reminds me of a time my sophomore year of college.  I was driving home from Cumberland, and about 70 miles from Williamsburg, I realized I had left my whole hamper of laundry outside the dorm.  Everybody I knew had left for the weekend also.  I had to turn around and go get it.  That was a terrible terrible experience.  So yeah, I'm a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything else new and crazy going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-115982040108423946?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115982040108423946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=115982040108423946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115982040108423946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115982040108423946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/10/interesting.html' title='interesting...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-115953891780053240</id><published>2006-09-29T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:08:38.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the randomness that's in my head...</title><content type='html'>I don't think I mentioned this before...but I thought it was really sweet...and it almost brought a tear to my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is Iraq.  She works in the office of a prison.  She doesn't get off work until about 1 a.m.   My sister is also married.  Her husband is also in the army, however, they are in two totally different spots of the country.  It is very rough on them.  They miss each other.  The other day, I got an e-mail from my sister...this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just thought i would write u and tell u,  i was walking back to my room at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like 1 in the morning and when i got there nick was sitting on my door step.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  although i dont get anytime off of work.  im still happy he made it here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well i will talk to u in a few days once nick goes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet is that?  I wonder if she cried when she saw him.  I think I would.  I'm so happy they get to spend a few days together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may get to come home soon!  She's hoping by Christmas...I hope that's the case.  She's realy fighting for it...and she's a tough cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are talking about my sister...maybe I'll put a picture up.  That sounds fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/rosebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/rosebecca.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you know how short I am...just notice my sister...she's really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Iceland, they turned out all the lights in a city so everybody could look at the stars.  Isn't that cool?  I love looking at stars.  It's one of my favorite things to do.  Unfortunately, I don't get to do that very often.  Stars don't make an appearance much in Broadripple...ha.  If the sky is full of stars...and I'm talking to someone outside...I most of the time can't concentrate because I keep staring at the sky.  It sucks that it's been cloudy about everytime I've been down to the Red.  Oh well...so I guess the point of this is stars are cool.  I wish Indianapolis would turn off all its lights...and force people to turn off their tvs...and make everybody go outside...and just stare.  Anybody want to go on a midnight picnic with me...to the middle of nowhere...and look at the stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was sort of random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to dress up as for Halloween.  Should I ask Brian to let me use the Elmo costume again?  That was a crazy costume.  It's not one that will be easily forgotton.  Jessie is having her annual Halloween party...should be crazy times.  The night before that, I'm doing a run with her...just for fun...Run Like Hell...and I want to dress up for that.  I don't mind if it's awkward to run in...I really just plan on jogging it.  I'm doing a race in the morning.  A five-miler.  I want to kick butt in that.  It's the Pleasant Run Run...and that's the first road race I did when I started this running business a couple years ago.  I hope to be about twenty minutes faster than I was that first year.  Ha..isn't that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, give me ideas for a costume....please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-115953891780053240?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115953891780053240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=115953891780053240&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115953891780053240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115953891780053240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/09/randomness-thats-in-my-head.html' title='the randomness that&apos;s in my head...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-115936532839118050</id><published>2006-09-27T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:55:28.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure what to think.</title><content type='html'>I just turned on the news...well, not really the news...it was the Today Show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fashion segment was on.  Apparantly, 80's fashion is coming back in full force.  The new styles are a bit "softer,"  though.  Right.  Has anybody looked at pictures from the 80's?  Does it look like a decade we want to bring back in style?  I mean, I love the 80's.  The music was cool...the toys were cool...it was all in all a good time.  Slap bracelets?  YEAH!  I wonder if it will soon be cool to tight roll my jeans.  OH I HOPE SO!  haha.  Will mullets come back?  That would be super...That's one of my favorite past times...hunting mullets.  K...that's when you know I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to google...they had a cupcake for one of the Os.  I think it's there birthday.  Hope it's a good one google.  I like you.  Gmail is awesome.  Blogger is pretty sweet too...well basically everything you do is sweet...I decided to check it out...guess I'm on top of things.  I wished google a happy birthday last year.  It was their 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-to-google.html"&gt;see...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha...good thing I use original wording.  This is what I said last year about google:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today is Google's 7th birthday. Be sure to send them a card. I like google. Why? I like their search engine...I like blogger...I like gmail...they are just sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet is a good word...and I'm glad google can be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm having a little bit of a struggle.  I was totally planning on staying in town this weekend.  Why? you ask...My cousin is having a deep fry party on Saturday.  I missed it last year because I had to go out for somebody's birthday.  Plus, Sunday is Monon Madness.  What is that, you ask?  It's just a bunch of running on the monon with a bunch of different people.  I need to get a long run in...and I like long runs with lots of people better than I do long runs with no people.    my cousin is probably reading this...and she will tell me to stay :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is going to Knoxville this weekend.  You know what that means?  He will have to drive through Lexington.  I could hitch a free ride down there.  That is significant since I drive a Jeep...and it's expensive to get anywhere. (thank God gas prices have gone down a little.)  Soo...getting to Lexington means getting hang out with all those peeps down there...and possibly go CLIMBING!  I talked to Wes, who is a climber down there...and he is going to the Lebowski Festival in Louisville on Friday...meeting up with Dana.  He said I could ride with him up with that...and then ride with him to the Red Saturday...and maybe even Sunday.  I really like climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure it out today.  I have to.  My dad leaves tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people hadn't been sucked into myspace...and that people still read this blog.  I'm too stubborn to post in both places.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did a spell check...did you know mullet is not in the dictionary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-115936532839118050?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115936532839118050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=115936532839118050&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115936532839118050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115936532839118050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-sure-what-to-think.html' title='not sure what to think.'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-115921671002578491</id><published>2006-09-25T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:38:30.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>of bad weather...bws workers who have not a clue about life...southside bars...and other such good things...</title><content type='html'>So,  this weekend...I went down to Kentucky.  I met up with Dana in Louisville and rode on down to the Red River Gorge.  We were gonna go climbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there...it was starting to get dark, and we needed to get our tents up.  Dana helped me.  My tent was brand new and had never been put up.  I'm no good at putting things together.  Well, we put my rain fly on backwards.  It was sort of funny.  The vestibule was in the back instead of the front.  It was covering a small lake that was forming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4 a.m., it started storming like none other.  The tent held up, so that was good.  Needless to say, we did no climbing this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to indy on Saturday.  Went out Saturday night to some good ole southside bars.  Ha.  That's always a good time.  I saw not one cute guy.  NOT ONE!  I was amazed.  I did see about 6 people from my high school though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Colt's game...went to BWs...here's a conversation that was had with a BW's worker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  I would like to order 6 naked tenders, and I would like to buy an extra sauce&lt;br /&gt;BW:  Well, you can only get one sauce.&lt;br /&gt;ME:  You mean, I can't buy another one?  I thought with naked tenders you just dipped them&lt;br /&gt;BW:  Oh, so you want a sauce with them and then a sauce on the side?&lt;br /&gt;ME:  Well, if there is sauce already on the chicken tenders, then no...but I thought you just dipped.&lt;br /&gt;BW: You do, but it only comes with one.&lt;br /&gt;ME:  Well, can I buy another one?&lt;br /&gt;BW:  I don't know let me go ask&lt;br /&gt;*another worker comes up*&lt;br /&gt;Me: So can I get extra sauce?&lt;br /&gt;other BW:  yes but you have to pay extra. &lt;br /&gt;Me:  ok, that's what I want to do.  Oh! and I would like to get a piece of chocolate cake...because I'll get that before the chicken right?&lt;br /&gt;BW: No, all the food you order will go to the back of the line.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, last year, the people up front went and got it since the cake is precut.&lt;br /&gt;BW: Well, I can try to do that...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...maybe you had to be there for that...but it was a crazy little conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colts won though...and that's super duper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was grading some quizzes... one of the questions was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the statements x^2=25 and x=5 equivalent?&lt;br /&gt;*the answer is no...because x^2=25 gives you an answer of x=5 or x=-5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody put "kind of" as the answer on their quiz.  It made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-115921671002578491?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115921671002578491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=115921671002578491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115921671002578491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115921671002578491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-bad-weatherbws-workers-who-have-not.html' title='of bad weather...bws workers who have not a clue about life...southside bars...and other such good things...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-115885942651968155</id><published>2006-09-21T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:23:46.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks asher...</title><content type='html'>That Asher...he's a funny kid...remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/Sexy%20Party%200051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/Sexy%20Party%200051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good stuff...now here's a survey that Asher did...so I followed and did it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question1" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type1" value="2" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question2" value="Name%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type2" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 14th!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question3" value="Birthday%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type3" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indianapolis, IN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question4" value="Birthplace%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type4" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indianapolis, IN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question5" value="Current+Location%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type5" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hazel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question6" value="Eye+Color%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type6" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;brown, with all sorts of highlights thrown in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question7" value="Hair+Color%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type7" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'2''&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question8" value="Height%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type8" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;left left left!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question9" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type9" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chacos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question11" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type11" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cute boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question12" value="Your+Weakness%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type12" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;getting hurt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question13" value="Your+Fears%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type13" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm...I think Miguel's pizza wins...any assortment of pizza from there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question14" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type14" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an IM:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)  (that's not a phrase...but it is certainly overused)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question16" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+IM%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type16" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher pointed this out once...and I agree :  I gotta pee!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question17" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type17" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm....why don't you tell me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question18" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type18" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when I get there...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question19" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type19" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;maybe the Cumberland College days...not working...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question20" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type20" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;neither...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question21" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type21" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;burger king whopper jr.  mmmm...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question22" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type22" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like them both...they both have their benefits.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question23" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type23" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tazo tea...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question24" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type24" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if I have to choose...chocolate...I keep eating those dang snickers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question25" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type25" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neither! Yuck Yuck Yuck!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question26" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type26" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question27" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type27" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hell no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question28" value="Do+you+Swear%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type28" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yep...all the freaking time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question29" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type29" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ha...depends on where I am...not always though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question30" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type30" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question31" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type31" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i did that already...still do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question32" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type32" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if I do...not for a long long long time...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question33" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type33" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question34" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type34" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if i read in the car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question35" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type35" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;heck yes I am...and why don't you tell me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question36" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type36" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I run a lot...but I eat horribly...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question37" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type37" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah...but I'm not that close to my mom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question38" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type38" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love them love them...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question39" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type39" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I used to play the flute...save any whitty remarks...k?  and I tinker with the piano...and play my voice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question40" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type40" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question41" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type41" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question42" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type42" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question43" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type43" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question44" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type44" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question45" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type45" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question46" value="Have+you+ever+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type46" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no...I want some bad though&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question47" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type47" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm...no...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question48" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type48" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question49" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type49" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question50" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type50" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just hearts... haha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question51" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type51" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question52" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type52" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a few times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question53" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type53" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question54" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type54" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha...I've got a funny story about Mello Yellow if you ever want to hear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question55" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type55" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not fearing death..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question56" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type56" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't have any freaking clue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question57" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type57" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are a lot of different countries I would like to visit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question58" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type58" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question59" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.." type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type59" value="2" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question60" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type60" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;again...doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question61" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type61" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shaggy or curly... :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question62" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type62" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taller than me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question63" value="Height%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type63" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm...it sort of depends doesn't it?  I like guys who take care of themselves though...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question64" value="Weight%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type64" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;unique.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question65" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type65" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;prescribe drugs? too many to number...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question66" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type66" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question68" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type68" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 at this moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question69" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type69" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question70" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type70" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no regrets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="question71" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="type71" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;input value="Take This Survey" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-115885942651968155?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115885942651968155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=115885942651968155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115885942651968155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115885942651968155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-asher.html' title='thanks asher...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-115878252604492623</id><published>2006-09-20T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:02:06.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh really?</title><content type='html'>I'm letting the tequilla thing drop.  Mainly because I hate drama...and it has turned too dramatic.  I'm not going to get paid for it.  She keeps trying to justify why she drank it.  Oh well...whatever.  So is life.  I can get some more sometime...OR maybe you could buy me some?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...the route I led...Sandy's ass cherry...not Sandy's ash tray.  Thanks Wes for the clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm going to Chuck E. Cheese for my favorite child's b-day...Oh Chuck E. Cheese...I have spent too much time underneath your roof.  I know all the songs that you have changed the words to.  Yet, I'll never get away.  Never... ever ever...dang.  I may pull out a dance to the birthday song tonight.  Everybody wants to see that.  Mainly for laughter's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that last paragraph had no grammar at all...I'm good at that with these here blog posts.  Maybe, one day, I'll write a post like it was a research paper.  Good grammar and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grading papers right now.  It's hard for me to find the motivation to do it.  If you want to help...you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that these posts suck butt.  Sometimes, when I'm driving a long... I think about something good to talk about, but then...I forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about a lot of things...and then...they would be good to talk about...but then...I forget what I was wondering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not big on chocolate...but I do love Snickers.  They are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Again, this blog sucks butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What does suck butt even mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Are you reading this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My mom invited me to a "puppyware" party tomorrow.  What is that?  Would I want to attend?  REALLY?  I sort of do...just to see the madness that is puppyware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know a girl in Lexington that's having a birthday party for her dog tonight.  I sort of wish I could go to that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hate math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's getting cold outside.  I like fall...but where's summer?? I bet it will peep its head around the corner one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*people make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-115878252604492623?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115878252604492623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=115878252604492623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115878252604492623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115878252604492623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-really_20.html' title='oh really?'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9788088.post-115861474676916686</id><published>2006-09-18T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:25:47.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>I went down to Kentucky this weekend to climb.  I like it there.  It's fun.  I got to lead my first route!! Woohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy was with us...Wes...and he likes to take pictures.  It's cool, because I have pictures of my first lead climb.  Yeppers.  It was a fun little route...Sandy's ashtray as they so liked to call it...aka...lowered expectations. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here are the pictures wes took.  You can find more of his work &lt;a href="http://www.knowchaos.com/photos"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/_MG_7918.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/_MG_7918.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/_MG_7894.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/_MG_7894.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/1600/_MG_7892.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8170/548/400/_MG_7892.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...so yeah... it was a great weekend.  Got to see some Lexington peeps too.  That's always good.  I loves me my Lori Jo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Max and Erma's in Lexington last night.  Had me a sunday...all you can eat sundays.  Good stuff... I think I made it through 3.  Or was it 4?  It doesn't matter...other people's spoons kept making their way to my sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good...nothing new to say really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Indy...sitting in the computer lab...being sorta bored...so why don't you entertain me?  Tell me something crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9788088-115861474676916686?l=reospeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/feeds/115861474676916686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9788088&amp;postID=115861474676916686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115861474676916686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9788088/posts/default/115861474676916686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reospeed.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287327135020682460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://portfolio.iu.edu/reolson/roseblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
