<?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-5483514116110212601</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:11:56.287-04:00</updated><category term='relationships'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='guys'/><category term='going out'/><title type='text'>Ramblings from the Tri-States</title><subtitle type='html'>new york, new jersey &amp;amp; connecticut</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-4569165228649117459</id><published>2009-02-19T11:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:49:03.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what could justify this purchase....</title><content type='html'>So while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been procrastinating my last minute studying for my boards exam... i decided to take a glance at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nordstrom's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt; (they sent me an email, obviously they had concern that i had not looked yet). I click on "flats" as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not a big fan of heels in the summer so i always get a dressy flat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sandal&lt;/span&gt; (as oppose to my vast day &lt;span&gt;havaianas &lt;/span&gt;collection). I notice some nice choices to choose from. I get kind of excited for my feet they enjoy new summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;. And then i see &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3014631/0%7E2376778%7E2372808%7E2372949%7E6003190?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;amp;origin=category&amp;amp;searchtype=&amp;amp;pbo=6003190&amp;amp;P=3"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SZ2JnD-HCiI/AAAAAAAAABM/cy3U31ioJh0/s1600-h/6c2b1ed4757b274b54f98af30f7e7d43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SZ2JnD-HCiI/AAAAAAAAABM/cy3U31ioJh0/s200/6c2b1ed4757b274b54f98af30f7e7d43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304547240286030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... are they cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Absolutely&lt;/span&gt;. Are they well made? They are from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;burberry&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the thing. Would i pay 550 dollars for them? I don't know... first of all they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flats&lt;/span&gt;. More specifically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought i was out of control with my spending for considering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt; in the 95-185 range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i got to thinking... what does it take to justify a 550$ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sandal&lt;/span&gt;? I know myself, and one day i will fall in love with a 550 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sandal&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; to need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-4569165228649117459?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/4569165228649117459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-could-justify-this-purchase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/4569165228649117459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/4569165228649117459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-could-justify-this-purchase.html' title='what could justify this purchase....'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SZ2JnD-HCiI/AAAAAAAAABM/cy3U31ioJh0/s72-c/6c2b1ed4757b274b54f98af30f7e7d43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-2496740649469222393</id><published>2009-02-19T07:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:16:14.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clear skin? me?</title><content type='html'>I love the gym, watch what i eat and practically never wear the same shirt out at night if i can help it. But skin care for me has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt;. I have frequented more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dermatologists&lt;/span&gt; then i can count... but none have ever fixed my mild acne or a cyst on my chin. In fact they have really just dried out my skin. I've even tried home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;remedies&lt;/span&gt;. Example: the gel of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;advil&lt;/span&gt;... not smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;connecticut&lt;/span&gt; this week i kept looking at my skin... i realized from afar my skin had improved but i had a horrible complexion and the texture of my skin looks unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really LOVED facials, any time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; gone for a facial (once a year if that), i had never felt as though my skin felt so different i couldn't wait to go back in a month or two. So i decieded to try some place new... it is well known for all of its services... considered a bit of a snooty place but always provides wonderful services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus they could get me in at 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oclock&lt;/span&gt;- skip ahead 3 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; laying there and it begins.  Me and Facial Lady make friends... here and there she discusses the product line they use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Repechage&lt;/span&gt;. It was all natural with seaweed, cucumber, antioxidants, blah blah blah. Oh... and it wouldn't dry my skin out like the medication i used to be on... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the chase FL breaks the news to me, i could really use the "10 step four layer facial with deep pore cleansing... for 125$." She would even show me how to care for me skin afterwards. I can't say no can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i get the 10 step...deep pore... whatever facial. FL goes through the routine: massage, steamer, squeezing, different masks (minimal talking!). That last 1000 layer seaweed mask comes off and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a new women. Not only did it feel great... it looked great. So she takes me outside... picks out new cleansing mouse, astringent and deep pore cleanser (these are not comparable price to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;neutrogena&lt;/span&gt; products).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think to myself one pair of jeans is more then this facial... that cute new splendid dress i just got is more then the products. I take care of my body and always buy great clothes... isn't it time i treated my skin to the same standards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been less then 24 hours but my skin is still smooth... even after my intense spin class at 6am, i am feeling hopeful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-2496740649469222393?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/2496740649469222393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/clear-skin-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/2496740649469222393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/2496740649469222393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/clear-skin-me.html' title='clear skin? me?'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-8818971262455792817</id><published>2009-02-09T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:16:18.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok fine i plan my wedding</title><content type='html'>not that is is going to happen any time soon... but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ooooo&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't this be a great location?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crossedkeys.com/"&gt;http://www.crossedkeys.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-8818971262455792817?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/8818971262455792817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-fine-i-plan-my-wedding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/8818971262455792817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/8818971262455792817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-fine-i-plan-my-wedding.html' title='ok fine i plan my wedding'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-7543448701497600642</id><published>2009-02-09T17:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:04:38.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>which way to life satisfaction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bostonbride909.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt; bride &lt;/a&gt;(BB) and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt;. I will be there on her big day dressed walking down the aisle in a tee length navy blue dress (she PROMISES i will be able to wear it again)- cheering her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; groom on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i read her &lt;a href="http://bostonbride909.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-woman-hear-me-roar.html"&gt;post today&lt;/a&gt; regarding her wishes to be a stay at home mom raising her kids. Nothing of a shock to me- i know one day she will be a great super soccer mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it got me thinking... this whole growing up thing is not as easy as i thought though. Three years ago the future seemed so easy and open. Graduate from college (check) graduate from grad school (check) pass the boards (in progress) get a good job (check).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now what? Do i want to get married? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt;... but not right now. Me and boyfriend are not exactly ready for that life changing step (he has a year of grad school left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what i have been wondering is what path do i choose so that i have some type of life satisfaction? I think what i fear the most is just going through the motions of life... getting stuck in a rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now i am focusing on being great at what i do... and when you work with children with autism that is NOT easy.  But that is really just a 8am to 4:30pm job. In college i felt like i was always running to one thing to another and i felt fulfilled. And i could list out the things i wanted to do "after college"... but thinking and doing are very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess finding direction isn't so easy when your not sure where exactly you want to go. Even though i don't share her dream to settle down with a family right now... i wish i shared her ability to know what i want and go ahead and do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-7543448701497600642?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/7543448701497600642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/measure-of-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/7543448701497600642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/7543448701497600642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/measure-of-success.html' title='which way to life satisfaction?'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-6166040332446389673</id><published>2009-02-03T18:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:42:00.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cocopops</title><content type='html'>i have a new love. &lt;a href="http://cocopop.us/vision.html"&gt;cocopop's&lt;/a&gt;. They are fresh made rice cakes. I found them at a local food store by my house, they are similar to stew leonard's own kind but with a liiiittle fluffier taste. Like in stew leanard's they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POP&lt;/span&gt; out of a machine that is on display to watch. It is entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are NOT the Coco Pops of my youth... these are snacks that if i had children i would be FINE with them eating. Actually... drip a bit of chocolate on them... go ahead. Want to know why? Cause it is literally like eating air with a little crunch.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/crocchio/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt; Nutritional Info (sorry for size i have NOOOO clue how to save a copy of my screen as a picture):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div class="box_1"&gt;&lt;div class="box_1_hl"&gt;&lt;div class="box_1_hr"&gt;&lt;div class="box_1_bl"&gt;&lt;div class="box_1_br"&gt;        &lt;div class="section_1 nutrition_facts" style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); background: rgb(240, 240, 240) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;   &lt;div class="block_1"&gt;    &lt;h2 class="title" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nutrition Facts&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="title" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Serving Size: 1 cake/piece&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Amount per Serving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="block_1"&gt;        &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calories&lt;/strong&gt; 16&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span&gt;Calories from Fat 0&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="block_1"&gt;    &lt;div class="legend"&gt;% Daily Value *&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Fat 0g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key indent"&gt;Saturated Fat 0g&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key indent"&gt;Monounsaturated Fat 0g&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key indent"&gt;Polyunsaturated Fat 0g&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key indent"&gt;Trans Fat 0g&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cholesterol&lt;/strong&gt; 0mg&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sodium&lt;/strong&gt; 20mg&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Potassium&lt;/strong&gt; 0mg&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Carbohydrate&lt;/strong&gt; 4g&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key indent"&gt;Dietary Fiber 0g&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key indent"&gt;Sugars 0g&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;      &lt;span class="key"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Protein&lt;/strong&gt; 0g&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;ul class="block_2"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="key"&gt;Vitamin A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="key"&gt;Vitamin C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="key"&gt;Calcium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="key"&gt;Iron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="key"&gt;Vitamin D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;div class="bottom"&gt;    &lt;div&gt;Est. Percent of Calories from:&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;     &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fat&lt;/strong&gt; 0.0%&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carbs&lt;/strong&gt; 100.0% &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Protein&lt;/strong&gt; 0.0%    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine there is no fiber... no protein, but there is some sodium and carbs. But remember it is just a quick snack when you want to eat for the sake of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i like to eat for the love of chewing food (its a sensory thing). I am a compulsive eater, so in order for me not to weight 300 pounds i trrrrryyyy to surround myself with healthy snacks all day. For instance today i snacked on blueberries, an orange, cocopop's, banana and a handful of wheat thins.  But that is because i started this week DETERMINED to un-do my wrong doings of last week. I even got the grandma semi on board with the plan (she made broccoli, marinated chicken breast and a salad tonight score one for me!). In no way would i live off of these. They almost fill in for that chip craving that you get late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus look how cute the machine is:&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"&gt;&lt;span class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"&gt;&lt;span class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="opDefaultContent" id="opmodule_body"&gt;&lt;h2 class="title" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SYjjmD7NnaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_vJfIeQavcU/s1600-h/machine_im10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SYjjmD7NnaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_vJfIeQavcU/s200/machine_im10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298735204629585314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POP! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-6166040332446389673?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/6166040332446389673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/cocopops.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/6166040332446389673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/6166040332446389673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/cocopops.html' title='cocopops'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SYjjmD7NnaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_vJfIeQavcU/s72-c/machine_im10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-5251557075844429496</id><published>2009-02-02T17:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:34:45.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i was tagged...</title><content type='html'>BostonBride tagged me in a photo/blog game... the rules were go to your 4th photo folder on your comp-  upload the 4th photo in that folder and provide an explanation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sooo here is my photo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/crocchio/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/run%20the%20birdge/downsized_0824081032.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SYeCCHa5IbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MgsHYV4SESI/s1600-h/0824081040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SYeCCHa5IbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MgsHYV4SESI/s320/0824081040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298346459487871410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: I actually lived in San Francisco this summer. This was taken one morning when i woke up reeeeeally early to run the Golden Gate Bridge.The morning fog was still there for the start of the run (this picture was taken beforei had gotten to the actual bridge) you could not even see the top parts of the bridge! However by the time i turned around and got back to the San Fran side- it was a beautiful sunny day. A nice treat for my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont officially "tag" anyone but anyone who has not been "tagged" consider yourself tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/crocchio/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/run%20the%20birdge/downsized_0824081032.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/crocchio/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/run%20the%20birdge/downsized_0824081032.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-5251557075844429496?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/5251557075844429496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/5251557075844429496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/5251557075844429496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-tagged.html' title='i was tagged...'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SYeCCHa5IbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MgsHYV4SESI/s72-c/0824081040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-4560669810727409219</id><published>2009-02-02T17:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:49:01.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gym euphoria?</title><content type='html'>To say i was moody last week was an understatement. I was moody, grumpy, feeling sorry for myself and a big brat. Monday night spin? No thank you i think i will lay on the couch and watch TV. Overall i went to the gym for a total of 30 minutes... i ate everything within arm range. Example: I went to a serve yourself buffet type lunch place... got mac-and-cheese, pot stickers, onion rings and sesame chicken all in one container. I eat none of those things on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the weekend came and i ate like i was visiting new york... possibly forgetting the &lt;a href="http://bostonbride909.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; bride&lt;/a&gt; was the visiting new yorker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night getting dressed was miserable. I apparently don't own any large plastic garbage bags because that seemed the only outfit that was appropriate for my imaginary love handles and pot belly.  None the less... even while we where socializing at a friends apartment i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; to eat everything in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to end. Sunday morning i went food shopping- stocking up on fruits and veggies. Then while everyone else was watching the big game... i went to the big gym. I will admit it, i had to push myself to finish my work out. However when i left the gym i sat down in my car and found myself singing along to Beyonce. At this point i realized going to the gym really does jump start my mood. Going to the gym really does make me mentally healthy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE TO SELF:&lt;/span&gt; when feeling grumpy don't skip the gym... 7:30 spin class here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo a post regarding spinning to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-4560669810727409219?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/4560669810727409219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/gym-euphoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/4560669810727409219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/4560669810727409219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/02/gym-euphoria.html' title='gym euphoria?'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-1133420245585311098</id><published>2009-01-29T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:39:49.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty celebrity pleasure</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it i HATE perez... he annoys me, everything about him. From the minute i met him on VH1 to every time someone is cracking up about something he wrote... i hated him. Sorry... i know hate is a strong word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully i'm not one for celebrity worshiping... but i do love the gossip for the mindless entertainment value it provides my otherwise typical life. So i read &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wwtdd.com"&gt;www.wwtdd.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;! This site is fully directed at the male population. The writer is inappropriate... sexist... and hysterical. He treats each and every celebrity with this sarcastic slander... He often states he could care less about celebs (which is ironic cause his job is to write about them....) But even when he writes something nice, he will on occasion, throw something completely inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly you might hate him like i hate perez. You might be offended by him. I apologize in advance. He is my guilty pleasure and i felt the need to confess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-1133420245585311098?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/1133420245585311098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/1133420245585311098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/1133420245585311098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-blog.html' title='guilty celebrity pleasure'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-6714964270189050052</id><published>2009-01-27T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:46:02.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow days</title><content type='html'>Weather report in the tri-states says snow starts around 6pm tonight-ish and should go right through tomorrow morning. Now if i was still in college i would be soooo excited and run off to the bar because well... i would definitely be having a snow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm back to New York snow days... and that means there needs to be a blizzard on the ground.  Connecticut- one of your best qualities were the snow days that ended up not having snow... actually the snow days with snow where great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on New York... you can't let Connecticut one up you with this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-6714964270189050052?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/6714964270189050052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/6714964270189050052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/6714964270189050052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-days.html' title='snow days'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-6496922399704906793</id><published>2009-01-23T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:33:47.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:2m---alZlJBYXM:http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5-PeOfhv-o/SQahDZv0cKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RLQFnN4GyjY/s400/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:2m---alZlJBYXM:http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5-PeOfhv-o/SQahDZv0cKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RLQFnN4GyjY/s400/018.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its restaurant week in new york and i'm fiiiiiiiiiinnally going to nobu with boyfriend and my sister and her boyfriend (who need to get married already, gosh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you;re thinking... what has taken me so long to get to nobu. But I really just can't give you a decent answer. Oh well i &lt;3 resturant week prices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-6496922399704906793?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/6496922399704906793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/6496922399704906793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/6496922399704906793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-news.html' title='happy news!'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-1181026200962136516</id><published>2009-01-23T17:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:36:07.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP rum raisin uggs</title><content type='html'>I'm sad to announce that i think my pride and joy... rum raisin classic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uggs&lt;/span&gt; are no longer in wearable condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shoes of all kind and would much rather be wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sandals.&lt;/span&gt; It took a while to conform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;but uggs&lt;/span&gt; are now my winter staple. My classic tall chestnut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uggs&lt;/span&gt; are my favorite i wear them every where and any where&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SXpEWyUtw3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/y4VYe3BgEso/s1600-h/5825-RUM-PROD.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SXpEWyUtw3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/y4VYe3BgEso/s320/5825-RUM-PROD.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294619470183908210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the winter regardless of weather. I weather proofed them and i never had a problem. Same thing with other pairs. So when i waited 3 weeks last winter on back order and got my rum raisins i weather proofed and wore them with love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/crocchio/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/crocchio/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Two months ago i wore them in torrential rain... and then parked my car about 3 blocks from my destination. They had a stripe across both from water marks... even after they dried. I did not fret it had happened to the chestnuts and the line always went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got concerned when 2 weeks later it didn't go away. So i bought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;UGG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt; solution (took a while i'm a busy lady)- read the directions and cleaned them. 3 days later went down stairs to check on them (i have a bad memory) and they look worse then before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try to take them back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nordstroms&lt;/span&gt; as they have the BEST return policy ever... or maybe a shoe cobbler guy... but coming from a non-shoe girl... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been so sad about the loss of a pair of shoes before or put so much effort into a pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic? maybe.... but as common as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;uggs&lt;/span&gt; where... i never met anyone else with rum raisin. suggestions? I guess i could buy a new pair but i just counted and i have 5 pairs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uggs&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;excessive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-1181026200962136516?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/1181026200962136516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-rum-raisin-uggs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/1181026200962136516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/1181026200962136516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-rum-raisin-uggs.html' title='RIP rum raisin uggs'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNUELWRiZcs/SXpEWyUtw3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/y4VYe3BgEso/s72-c/5825-RUM-PROD.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-8505247143151488702</id><published>2009-01-22T17:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:02:14.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>generational gap</title><content type='html'>Since moving back home from school i've moved in with my grandmother. So technically that makes me a elder caregiver before i have even had the chance to celebrate living for a quarter century. Although i will clarify it was totally my choice and i have a full apartment with kitchen, livingroom, bathroom and bedroom. And besides my grandma commutes full time to the city 5 days a week (by choice) to work so she still has at least half her marbles in her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of space to do as i please however during the week i do like to eat dinner with my grandma. Here is the problem:&lt;br /&gt;She tells me olive oil is good for you as she puts a gallon on the little bit of salad she made that night. Pasta, we have it fresh twice a week and then there are always left overs. Some nights i would just love sushi... she wrinkles her noises and makes a UGH sound. I call her and tell her i only want grilled chicken and salad. She fries me chicken cutlets and tells me that she has eaten them her whole life and she isn't dead yet (shes 75 so it is hard to argue that point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong... i love my grandma she has been a second mother to me my entire life. I've been eating in this house my whole life... but i never realized how generational food is until i've had to eat here every single night. Past generations enjoyed food in such a simple way. Now we look at every gram of fat, calorie and card. One the other hand i think we are so much more aware and educated of what is good for your body. At some point foods became soooo processed that we really do need to watch what we eat. My grandmother believes that if we make it fresh it is good for you. But sometimes when i watch her oil content or bread consumption i go alittle nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been hard... trying to bring two generations of food philosophy into a house. I've never been called a picky eater... but just cause i state that i want a veggie burger i get a look of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i think about all my grandma has done for me she really is a best friend. And what can i do but shut up... eat my pasta and on the random night i get away with eating sushi... i celebrate my small victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-8505247143151488702?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/8505247143151488702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/generational-gap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/8505247143151488702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/8505247143151488702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/generational-gap.html' title='generational gap'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-3981165581452374241</id><published>2009-01-21T20:53:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:03:41.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>real world brooooklyn</title><content type='html'>Back in the days of my youth (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i still consider myself a youth... maybe i should say my childhood?) i was a huge fan of the real world. That was until maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; season. Then it just turned into a big drunk show with no personalities that really stood out in a way that made me want to learn more about the characters and care about them. Not that any season of the real world was ever free of drunkeness and sex. But some part of the show just lost what i had found made it genuine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when they re-showed the old school season one new york i loved every minute of it. It was just so interesting to see these peoples real and sometimes brutal opinions regarding people who come from cultures they had never been exposed to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture has always interested me. I have been fortunate enough to both live in cultures with a both a diverse population as well as an analogous population. Personally... it is interesting just to come to realize that people no matter how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;similiar&lt;/span&gt; they are are different. On the other hand some people can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; different that they really are the same... i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; off topic and rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Anways&lt;/span&gt;, back to real world... this season i became interested again due to hearing about the transgendered women being casted on the show. Within the first 10 or so minutes i find out she recently went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thialand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have the surgery done. In addition there are a wealth of other characters who have multiple backgrounds from all over the country. Actually it includes two individuals from Salt Lake City, one a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who has a personality like i have ever seen before and another a hip hop dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point... i think... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just so impressed by MTV (shocking...). In a time where every channel (especially MTV) has been making more and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; shows which are based somewhat on scripted plots or wanna be famous people, they  have finally gone back to their roots. At least with the original product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-3981165581452374241?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/3981165581452374241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-world-broooolyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/3981165581452374241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/3981165581452374241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-world-broooolyn.html' title='real world brooooklyn'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-8413274549647913864</id><published>2009-01-20T18:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:09:09.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>newly employed &amp; sooo not in the loop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alittle&lt;/span&gt; bit more about myself, I'm an occupational therapist working at a school for children with special needs- a really great school.  This week is the start of the 3rd week of my new job, and while it is a super great environment in a place that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reeeeeally&lt;/span&gt; wanted to get hired- i can't help but feel a little bit lost. I don't have clear deadlines for when i need to turn in reports. And during team meetings- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; almost under the impression that my "specialized" opinion does not really count or matter. It seems i stepped in mid-year and everyone has their routine going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side the other occupational therapist seem really knowledgeable and great but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having a hard time getting to know them. For goodness sake i have not even went to lunch with anyone yet... aside from a lunch meeting a had with one employee. I also feel like i should know a great deal more then i do. Its my first job so i know there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to learn. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just so used to being the loud and in charge person and now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the new girl on the block who doesn't feel confident i have lost my voice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... we have a new president and i truly wish him the best. I am in no way political so i don't want anyone to think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to be. However after hearing the amount of money that was spent on today... i almost wish they would have reconsidered and had a nice small party for about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ooooo&lt;/span&gt; $100,000 and put the rest of that money (i think was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of donations) into the economy.  Then again i don't think i really needed those new Frye boots i just bought... so who am i to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO! exciting when i spelled checked i didn't have any missed errors except for my lack of "i" capitalizations! Wahooo, wasn't such a downer day after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-8413274549647913864?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/8413274549647913864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/newly-employed-sooo-not-in-loop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/8413274549647913864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/8413274549647913864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/newly-employed-sooo-not-in-loop.html' title='newly employed &amp; sooo not in the loop'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-6253446911541973412</id><published>2009-01-19T11:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:41:32.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><title type='text'>in a relationship &amp; ready to (gasp!) mingle.</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; i went out for a college friend/sorority sisters birthday. It seemed that everyone had replied "attending" on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. So i went to Bloomingdale's that morning bought a cute new dress (on sale! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wahoo&lt;/span&gt;) and got ready for my night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled the short train ride into the city with my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;, she has been on again off again with a guy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BN&lt;/span&gt;, who my circle of friends love (they were together for 3 years before on/off again started). Most recently she is off again and has met up with a new guy who she is madly in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She filled me in on her new love, who was coming to meet her at the bar with a friend or two. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; had already double checked that none of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BN's&lt;/span&gt; friends would be there (which i knew was impossible) and could not wait for the new love to arrive. It was so good to catch up with everyone that when i felt a tap on my shoulder and got the "he's here" i almost didn't remember who "he" was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was extremely nice and very cute. They seemed to get along great. I chatted with his friend about work related topics since CP had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;veered&lt;/span&gt; away from our friends to avoid drama. In all honesty i would have much rather been catching up with my friends but sometimes you have to be the wing-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed fine... but then it happened. I mentioned my boyfriend. Apparently a girl who is in a relationship is not allowed to go out sans boyfriend anymore. New guys friend went from being the most friendly guy around to being a huge a-hole. He informed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't have a good relationship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i must be a cheater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my boyfriend doesn't care about me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we don't love each other since he is in grad-school in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;connecticut&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; working in new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Wow sir... you seem to know nothing about me. Who is this guy anyway? Looking back it was not like he was some random guy i started to talk to. He was the friend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CP's&lt;/span&gt; new man... and i know CP and she definitly didn't promise his friend some hott girl to hook up with for the night. If that was the case we had plenty of other single friends around the bar. I was just doing the friendly thing. To say i was offended is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told i love my boyfriend, my first lets meet the parents boyfriend, who i met approximately 5 days after undergraduate graduation. I love that i can go out with out him, have a great deal of fun, but still miss him terribly when my head hits the pillow (or bathroom floor which ever might happen first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was this person to assume that because i was out with out my boyfriend made my relationship bad? Was this guy insinuating that because my boyfriend was not there i should be at home knitting scarf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought the opposite, we were so comfortable with our relationship that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with going out alone.  It made us healthier. I liked that if one didn't want to go to the bar the other could and would still go (unless i make that face that means he should stay in and watch a movie with me). I always felt like we are still our own persons even though i know he is my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what... that a-hole did nothing but reaffirm what i had already known and i wouldn't want my relationship any other way. Besides i spent the rest of the night with my other  friends and every time i looked over he was busy being the 3rd wheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-6253446911541973412?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/6253446911541973412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-saturday-i-went-out-for-college.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/6253446911541973412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/6253446911541973412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-saturday-i-went-out-for-college.html' title='in a relationship &amp; ready to (gasp!) mingle.'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483514116110212601.post-4334679672289785185</id><published>2009-01-18T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:21:38.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><title type='text'>we swore each other to secrecy</title><content type='html'>So i got an IM the other day from my best friend, we shall call her BB, swearing me to secrecy. Before i could think of rediculous things she would have never done (got a tattoo, listened to rap, ate McDonalds sober) she told me... "I started my own blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she would only tell me what it was about. So i did what any normal 20ish girl does when they &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to know something... i google stalked her blog. Any hint that she gave about her blog went into the search bar, but i came up short. And let me tell you i am usually a google queen, i can find &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; (ok more realistically anyone... but that is another story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily after 5 of the looooongest minutes of my life she &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; sent me the web page. So i read it and i liked it. I kept going back to the blog, reading her new posts as if i had not just discussed the topic 5 minutes earlier with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i started clicking on other blogs and i liked those too. I found it interesting to hear about what other people where thinking about and doing and why they did what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i found myself wondering what i could call my own blog. As i sat at the table eating dinner i thought hmmmm this could make for an interesting blog post. When i was on the train in the mornings i wondered who can i complan to about these people who take up 6 seats with only 3 bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was on the phone with BB tonight she started telling me about a blogger's pictures which where posted a month or so ago. When i told her i knew the exact pictures she confirmed what i was beginning to suspect... i was blog obsessed. So i did what any other girl with an obsessive personality does... i started my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are both sworn to secrecy. Why secrecy? I think the idea of having a place where you can express your self with brutal honesty... it just seems freeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483514116110212601-4334679672289785185?l=grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/feeds/4334679672289785185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/4334679672289785185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5483514116110212601/posts/default/4334679672289785185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammaticallyimpaired.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-i-am.html' title='we swore each other to secrecy'/><author><name>grammatically impaired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00017632810163027884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
