<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949</id><updated>2009-12-18T00:32:32.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on Vienna</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-9126607329040837926</id><published>2009-09-03T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:59:52.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickles!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3885994670_ab2041e483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3885994670_ab2041e483.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave refrigerator pickles a try tonight!  We'll have to wait and see if the turn out to be any good, but from the lovely aroma of the boiling spices, they are promising!  The cucumbers are from NJ (Thanks, Mom Marshall!), the onion from Boston Organics.  Can't wait to give these a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-9126607329040837926?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/9126607329040837926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=9126607329040837926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/9126607329040837926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/9126607329040837926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/09/pickles.html' title='Pickles!!'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-4737915466248215227</id><published>2009-08-25T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:51:01.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Locally Sourced!</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I would like to write about, but I just don't have the energy.  But!  I want to share what we had for dinner tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/3857906320_0563983758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/3857906320_0563983758.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely locally sourced!  Right down to the tomato basil farmers cheese we used to flavor the potatoes.  NOM.  The beef was from Lionette's in South Boston and was really good.  Grass fed beef tastes so different!  I really hadn't expected that, but I guess I didn't know what to expect.  I'm hoping that we can make locally sourced meat a more consistent part of our diets for ethical, environmental and health reasons.  And because it's good!  Hopefully more on this later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-4737915466248215227?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/4737915466248215227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=4737915466248215227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/4737915466248215227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/4737915466248215227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/08/totally-locally-sourced.html' title='Totally Locally Sourced!'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-5190224230532008415</id><published>2009-08-11T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:39:59.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t believe that 367 days ago, Kyle and I got married! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id=":8m" class="ii gt"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3094/2753174539_c483b562c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3094/2753174539_c483b562c1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;This has truly been the greatest year of my life, and as Kyle said at our special anniversary dinner Saturday night, “Here’s to 70 more!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;For our anniversary, we spent a lovely weekend relaxing in Portland, ME.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Portland was our stateside jumping-off point for our honeymoon to Nova Scotia and, while we thought that the city looked like a lot of fun, we didn’t have time last year to really explore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Given that Kyle is a very patient man, he didn’t mind that I found a very local-friendly, well reviewed restaurant for our celebratory dinner – even when we had to take a 9:45pm reservation.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eating so late let us entertain the delusion that we’re not quite as old as we pretend when we’re at home.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually found the restaurant by doing a search on LocalHarvest.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And so we ended up at &lt;a href="http://www.forestreet.biz/"&gt;Fore Street&lt;/a&gt;, and had one of the very best meals that I have ever had.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gosh.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The FOOD!!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SO good, and not just because we were eating so close to my bedtime.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For whatever reason, the only pictures I have are from my phone and they don’t even begin to convey how amazing everything was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We started dinner with a tomato goat cheese tart (very generous on the goat cheese which endeared me to them immediately) so good that I would consider having it for every meal for the rest of my life and I’m sure I wouldn’t get sick of it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next came the main courses of yummy yummy Gulf of Maine halibut for me and Maine-raised venison for Kyle.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also got Maine garlic mashed potatoes and green beans almondine which were the least impressive offering of the night, though still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARQndF_yLY/SoIdHWw2usI/AAAAAAAAANw/UBQinui145E/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARQndF_yLY/SoIdHWw2usI/AAAAAAAAANw/UBQinui145E/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368885717985835714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But the real achievement of the evening was dessert.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are not words for how good this dessert was, suffice to say that not only did I eat sweet corn ice cream, it was one of the most delicious things I’ve ever had and I can’t wait to figure out how to make it at home and eat it until my stomach pops like the Gluttony guy in 7even.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dessert was a blueberry shortcake (really a cream puff covered in blueberries) served with the aforementioned sweet corn ice cream of awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARQndF_yLY/SoIc6W8rTII/AAAAAAAAANo/0BpFE6Kbuig/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HARQndF_yLY/SoIc6W8rTII/AAAAAAAAANo/0BpFE6Kbuig/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368885494697118850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It truly was a perfect meal.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t express how blessed I am to have such a wonderful partner and I hope that we will have 70 more years of wonderful meals to celebrate this life we are building together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-5190224230532008415?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/5190224230532008415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=5190224230532008415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/5190224230532008415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/5190224230532008415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/08/amazing-year.html' title='Amazing Year'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HARQndF_yLY/SoIdHWw2usI/AAAAAAAAANw/UBQinui145E/s72-c/IMG_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-9110228505833577440</id><published>2009-08-07T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:09:04.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Farmers Market Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who knew that a naked, slightly shriveled, little chicken sitting in a bag of brine in our fridge would completely occupy my thoughts for an entire workday?  That I would be overcome with the anticipation of my first whole chicken roasting adventure that meaningful work would be hard to come by?  I sure hope that our dinner guests tonight understand the gravity of the situation but given that they are kind and loving souls, I’m sure that they will neither laugh at my enthusiasm nor think me insane.  But that’s just because, at this point, they know that I’m insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken obsession took root last weekend while visiting my parents.  My mom started a job in VT recently as has been raving about the &lt;a href="http://www.norwichfarmersmarket.org/"&gt;Norwich Farmers Market&lt;/a&gt; for months now.  I was very eager to visit as we rarely have the leisure time to wander farmers markets in our area (most are during the work week and end at 6pm so when we have gone we’re usually racing around to snap thing up before everything gets shut down).  Plus it was a lovely excuse to have my mom and aunt show off their still newish home and for us to get some quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3782498731_b36e2d8523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3782498731_b36e2d8523.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went in with a plan, and for the most part stuck with it.  I’ve been increasingly interested in finding humanely raised meats for our diet but because of convenience issues haven’t put too much effort into actually following through with this.  The farmers market was the perfect opportunity to get started following through on this!  Many vendors had free range chickens, organic eggs and grass fed beef and my mom even picked up some Guinness elk sausages for Kyle and my dad.  (I tried the elk and it was good, but one bite was enough.)  After a completely humiliating encounter with one chicken vendor (I certainly didn’t know that we were talking whole chickens at first, although that seems pretty stupid in retrospect.  Not to worry, I ran away from her to a much kinder woman with more reasonably priced poultry), I was the beaming owner of my very own 3.19lb whole roaster.  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3782501161_739f2b0aea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 370px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3782501161_739f2b0aea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With friends coming for dinner tonight, I decided that it was the perfect time to debut the bird.  I really have no idea if this is going to work or not but I’m hoping that the &lt;a href="http://elise.com/recipes/archives/002129wax_beans_with_mint.php"&gt;waxed beans with mint&lt;/a&gt; and steamed broccoli (also from the Norwich F.M.) will be enough if the roasting goes terribly wrong.  I’m also planning &lt;a href="http://elise.com/recipes/archives/007188blondies.php"&gt;blondies&lt;/a&gt; for dessert.  I figure that if all else fails, putting guests into a sugar coma is as good a way as any to end an evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/3782501793_225c41ee44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 448px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/3782501793_225c41ee44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, thinks went relatively well.  But I've learned several valuable lessons.&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Cooking past my bed time isn't a great idea.  I ended up brining the chicken's butt all day instead of the breast.&lt;br /&gt;2.)  I have no freaking idea how to carve a chicken.  Next time I'll look that up before mutilating the bird before our horrified guests.&lt;br /&gt;3.)  3.19lbs of chicken is not enough for 4 adults when the hostess is incapable of getting all the meat off the bones and nobody likes legs.&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Anything with a stick of butter and cup of brown sugar is sure to be delicious.  The blondies were soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3798162358_f28b9dfe5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3798162358_f28b9dfe5f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overall, I'm really pleased at my first roasting attempt!  Now to perfect my technique and make some chicken stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-9110228505833577440?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/9110228505833577440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=9110228505833577440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/9110228505833577440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/9110228505833577440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-farmers-market-chicken.html' title='Happy Farmers Market Chicken'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-7553298919818146694</id><published>2009-08-04T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:29:54.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Christmas I received &lt;a href="http://www.animalvegetablemiracle.org/"&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle&lt;/a&gt; and read it just as fast as I could shouting out things to Kyle like, “We are totally going to raise chickens!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;YAY chickens!” “Can we somehow convert our concrete hole of a yard into a garden this year??” and, “I’m so totally going to make CHEESE in the KITCHEN.”&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I was more than a little intrigued/enthused/consumed by the entire notion of eating locally.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just makes a lot of sense.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without going into it much here, I’ll just say that the book is a must read and has left me craving a small farm in Appalachia a bit more than the next girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was the cheese in the kitchen comment that really caused Kyle to throw on the brakes and declare that perhaps I should slow down before attempting to turn our fairly urban apartment into an 1800s homestead.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I spent the next several months eating take out four nights a week and putting off any local eating experiments until the weather turned warm and their was local fair to be had.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Actually, my take out shame spiral had nothing to do with the cheese-free kitchen edict and everything to do with the fact that my job search was dragging on and leaving me more than a little down about it).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;But the spring brought gainful employment and a rededication to the idea that trying to find ways to eat locally would be awesome and was something that I just had to do.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And after several months of working on this, I’m feeling compelled to record the attempt here.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Blogging has never stuck for me.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as I have horrifyingly embarrassing middle school journals that are all false starts, lamenting about boys and declarations that, “this time I am determined to keep writing here!” that were abandoned after days, so too has this blog been one false start after another.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The difference is, this time I don’t care.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now I feel like sharing our food adventures, so I will.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If tomorrow I change my mind, OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/3790782936_eaa6695c74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/3790782936_eaa6695c74.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That being said, the biggest thing to get the ball rolling in terms of giving this a try was subscribing to &lt;a href="http://www.bostonorganics.com/"&gt;Boston Organics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boston Organics has always offered great organic fruits and veggies delivered to your door, but only recently have they started a locally sourced option, the Dogma box.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, it was the local nature of the food that was the most important, not necessarily the fact that it’s organic (although that is awesome) so this is really the box for us.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every week we’re delivered local, organic, interesting produce that we then have to figure out 1.)&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;what it is and 2.)&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;how to consume it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This has been an awesome opportunity to learn to cook a variety of veggies we would have walked right past in the grocery store, to find out that I/we like some (kale, collard greens, cabbage) and that others aren’t as popular (Kyle finds eating baby bok choy to be the most cruel form of torture imaginable).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s also helped me to remember that I love cooking and that take out is expensive and not very tasty.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m spending far more time in the kitchen than I have in recent memory and I love it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While we still struggle to get through all the produce in one week (either freezing it for the winter or eating it all up) we’re getting much better at it and I’ve found a lot of joy in the attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-7553298919818146694?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/7553298919818146694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=7553298919818146694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/7553298919818146694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/7553298919818146694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-food.html' title='Summer of Food'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-3252422670600858495</id><published>2009-03-03T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:08:22.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Needed Weekend Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past weekend, at the kind invitation of Jess, I escaped from the city for an amazing weekend at SPA in Freeport, ME. It would be an understatement to say that I needed this time away with wonderful, funny women and an abundance of cheese and wine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past few weeks have been particularly hard in terms of dealing with my the anxiety of my job search and the frustration and sadness about still not finding work in my new field had really been wearing on me.  It's not that I didn't think the search would be hard, it's just that I never thought the search would drag on so long.  When I first starting looking for post-graduation work, the economy was just smoldering a bit at the edges, having not yet so thoroughly gone up in flames.  And somewhere in the long stretches of not having to get our of my pajamas or put on makeup, I started to forget how blessed I am to have job at all, let alone one that allows me to be a part of such an amazing community and to work with people that I truly love.  I now feel like a complete idiot for being so sulky, but I think this sort of thing can creep up on all of us now and then.&lt;br /&gt;So to say that I had high hopes for my weekend away would again be putting it lightly.  I had hoped that weekend would somehow snap me out of the doldrums and I was not at all disappointed!  Just the overall sense of camaraderie and the infectious laughter made me so happy that I had tagged along for the ride.  Meeting new, wonderful people and getting to know friends even better over a glass of wine or decadent snack buoyed me and certainly made me feel like I belonged.  And I am so glad that I took the plunge and decided to get a drop spindle!  Many, many thanks for &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/Boogie"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/helloyarn"&gt;Adrian&lt;/a&gt; for their instruction and encouragement!  And then, I made yarn!!  Here's the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3323978089_a99606cd71.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3323978089_a99606cd71.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the 4 pictures I managed to take this weekend and it just makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;So to all the lovely ladies that made this weekend so fun and who know just how to get in the perfect amount of trouble, THANK YOU!!  You're all getting hugs at knitting night next week, whether you want them or not!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-3252422670600858495?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/3252422670600858495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=3252422670600858495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/3252422670600858495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/3252422670600858495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/03/much-needed-weekend-away.html' title='Much Needed Weekend Away'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-1150578694969075061</id><published>2009-02-17T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:14:24.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Baking</title><content type='html'>For Christmas, Kyle's parents gave my the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Melissa-Baking-Book-Everyones/dp/B001QFZLWU/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1234900373&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Sweet Melissa Baking Book&lt;/a&gt; and since we've been *trying* to eat healthier, I've satisfied my sweet tooth by just reading the lovely recipes.  Oh my gosh, they all look amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend, Kyle, Janet and I piled into the car with the puppies and headed to my parent's house so that Kyle and Jan could ski.  Given my terror of heights and of chairlifts in particular, skiing is not for me.  At all.  So I stayed home and finally cracked open the cookbook for some special Valentine's Day baking.&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that the name of the holiday should be changed to "Eat Your Weight In Chocolate Guilt Free Day!" but I'm not sure it will catch on.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go with the "Fallen Souffle Cake" given my chocolate love and desire to learn a new culinary technique.  I've never really worked with eggs in any fancy way before so I was particularly excited to learn how to make a meringue and was overjoyed when, with a lot of assistance from my Aunt Val, my eggs formed soft peaks!  So cool!  Sadly, the cake ended up being a bit overdone but it was still delicious, if not as pretty as it could have been.  I can't wait to try the other amazing sounding treats from this book!  So pleased!!  Here's the entire process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Souffle Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/3286510728_2a143879b5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/3286510728_2a143879b5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3285692837_0356b7406b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3285692837_0356b7406b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3286511198_2641d1a293.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3285693435_34be83fb83.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3286512264_d295277a9a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3435/3286512264_d295277a9a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="characterwrap"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3286512686_30620a760e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3286512686_30620a760e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-1150578694969075061?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/1150578694969075061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=1150578694969075061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/1150578694969075061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/1150578694969075061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-in-baking.html' title='Adventures in Baking'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-8883741934623225196</id><published>2009-02-09T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:54:39.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cop Out Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I had big plans for a post about my recent knitting (mis)adventures, all the fun things we've been up to and my very strong feelings about "He's Just Not That Into You."*  But I'm really tired tonight and have been tagged about a million times about this so I thought I would give it a go.  Given that I have little to no use for Facebook, I wanted thought this would work better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 Random Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  I have a crazy memory and can remember in vivid detail events and conversations that happened many years ago.  I'm very proud of this fact and when I can't remember something it totally freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;24.  My very first memory is of being in my grandparent's living room while the rest of the family was in the kitchen trying to put out a small fire (burning meatballs).  I was hugging my cat.  I was three.&lt;br /&gt;23.  I once called 9-1-1 because I thought that my grandma and great aunt had fallen into some locks. The scuba rescue team was not pleased when they discovered that they had really fallen onto a little beach.&lt;br /&gt;22.  I called 9-1 once because my little brother was chocking on a hot dog but then he coughed it up and was fine.&lt;br /&gt;21.  My dad saved my life with the Heimlich maneuver when I was six and choked on melty cheese on my spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;20.  When I was in fourth grade I wanted to be Hellen Keller, I thought she was so cool.  In fact, my friends and I took turns playing Hellen Keller and Annie Sullivan after Girl Scout meetings.&lt;br /&gt;19.  I really enjoy "true crime" shows like Cold Case Files and American Justice.  Kyle often asks if we can watch something "without murder."&lt;br /&gt;18.  I am weirdly proud of the fact that I'm left handed and really hope that I pass this on to my children.&lt;br /&gt;17.  I find nothing more satisfying than crossing something off of my "do-to" list.  I've often written down things I've already accomplished so that I can cross them off.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I prefer writing in blue because I think that it's happier, or something.&lt;br /&gt;15.  When I was young, my family vacationed at a cabin in Vermont.  Those trips provided some of my most treasured memories.&lt;br /&gt;14.  I grew up living with my grandparents.  I think that has a lot to do with who I am today.  I still miss my grandpa often.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I knew that Kyle was a keeper from early on, and I was totally right.&lt;br /&gt;12. When I was younger I really thought that I could single-handedly save the world.  Now I know that it will be a team effort I spend my entire life trying to do my part for.&lt;br /&gt;11.  I can be a little stubborn.  Especially with knitting.  It's like I think I can will something into not looking like a piece or crap or having mistakes.  This hasn't worked yet.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm a huge history nerd.  HUGE.  Like I want to live in Concord, MA because of it's awesome historic ties.  (I said huge)&lt;br /&gt;9.  I spend a lot of time stalking houses on the internet.  I really want to be a homeowner.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I also stalk doggie day cares in the areas where I stalk houses.  I love our puppy and want him to be happy and well adjusted.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love traveling but hate flying.  I wish I could get over the irrational fear that getting on a plane equals certain DOOM, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Sometimes I wish that we could just pull up stakes and move to London for a year or two.  I think London is the most magical place I have ever been.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I loved planning our wedding and I think that it was beautful and perfect, but I wouldn't want to do it again.  Too much stress!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have just started to enjoy red wine.  I think this is a sign that I'm growing up.  Kyle thinks this means I will someday like beer.  That's never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Our puppy, Russ, is awesome but after watching an Animal Planet program on pugs I'm totally afraid his eyes are going to pop out.  It happens!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I love boardgames, and Boggle is a favorite.  I wish the husband liked them, too.&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh and I hate Facebook, but this was kinda fun.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whatever you do, don't see this movie.  It was AWFUL and reduced men, women and marriage to Neanderthal stereotypes.  Ick.  Actually, that's insulting to Neanderthal's so scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-8883741934623225196?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/8883741934623225196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=8883741934623225196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/8883741934623225196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/8883741934623225196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/02/cop-out-post.html' title='Cop Out Post'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-409645462075968657</id><published>2009-01-29T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:58:23.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished Knitting!  YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the really wonderful things about being done with school is the fact that my evenings and weekends are mine, to fill with whatever leisure activities I choose.  No papers I should be writing, no papers to read and NO guilt!  Well, there is still "chore guilt" but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;So how have I been filling the hours?  With lots of knitting and reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a pair of warm and cozy socks I started Inauguration weekend in D.C.  I love them!  And considering that I my feet would never be warm again after Inauguration Day, it's fitting that they are so toasty!&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3237975464_a94f0fcbca.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3237975464_a94f0fcbca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two pairs of socks that I finished knitting last summer but never wove in the ends.  So sad, my laziness.  But now they are wearable!&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/3237133819_d5b76e3a73.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/3237133819_d5b76e3a73.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3237133933_3a6e7e995e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3237133933_3a6e7e995e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having just finished up the Inauguration socks, I thought it was best to start another pair immediately!  It was also a great excuse to play with my new ball winder and swift.  Oh my LOVE for these items!!  I don't know how I went so long without them!  Kyle is pleased that he'll no longer have to ball up my yarn for me because I'm only capable of making tangled messes in less than 30 seconds when left to my own devices.  Russ also wanted to get in on the action!  He is totally yarn obsessed!  Good thing he's cute and (usually) well monitored in the presence of pretty things.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3488/3237134747_8527e7b66d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3488/3237134747_8527e7b66d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/3237976052_1c7527215f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/3237976052_1c7527215f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3237976324_d9ed9d4a01.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3237976324_d9ed9d4a01.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3410/3237135689_186f076ea6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3410/3237135689_186f076ea6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3237977010_23bee11956.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3237977010_23bee11956.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-409645462075968657?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/409645462075968657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=409645462075968657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/409645462075968657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/409645462075968657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/01/finished-knitting-yay.html' title='Finished Knitting!  YAY!'/><author><name>She Who Waits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05174592801005514448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12926474229366443235'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-2993476132144826232</id><published>2009-01-22T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:02:23.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witnessing History - The BEST Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've been home for nearly 48 hours and I'm still trying to process the entire Inaugural experience.  There's nothing that I can say that will adequately capture the incredible power of being there, among 1.8 million other Americans (and some Canadians waving flags like crazy right next to us!) to witness the Inauguration of President Obama.  I'll leave the trite cliches to the media, some of whom captured the day for me but most of whom I felt did a disservice to the dream of Dr. King by declaring absolute victory when as a nation we are still far from the promised land.  It goes without saying that President Obama was judged by the content of his character, and this makes me as proud of my fellow citizens as I can possibly be, yet it does not erase the social and economic injustices that prevail across the United States.  I absolutely believe that President Obama can and will lead the country down a path towards greater justice and that we can see the true fulfillment of Dr. King's dream in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;During the Inaugural Address I was struck by the fact that a candidate whose principles and policies I truly believe in was now assuming the presidency.  During the election of 2004, I was unconvinced that this would ever be the case.  Kyle and I have been excitedly following the political rise of President Obama since his speech at the DNC that year and I never thought that we'd arrive here so soon.  I am SO excited and energized and look forward to following this Presidency with the voracity that some stalk Perez Hilton's celebrity gossip blog.  As before, I think that our pictures capture things far better than I can.  The rest are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kylemarshall/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3220751305_9c29e90911.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3220751305_9c29e90911.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3220748205_bc76c8e178.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3220748205_bc76c8e178.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3221601288_444c3998f7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3221601288_444c3998f7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3221598314_c7a6b9ceef.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3221598314_c7a6b9ceef.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3221603052_49d1cc7421.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3221603052_49d1cc7421.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3220752489_1af97af9d0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3220752489_1af97af9d0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/3221602662_b75ffd9fb7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/3221602662_b75ffd9fb7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-2993476132144826232?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/2993476132144826232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=2993476132144826232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/2993476132144826232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/2993476132144826232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/01/witnessing-history-best-part.html' title='Witnessing History - The BEST Part'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-6964600893991312454</id><published>2009-01-19T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:49:57.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witnessing History - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So...my last semester of grad school was hard. Very hard. And perhaps I stretched myself more than enough ways to make myself crazy. Hence the absolute silence around here. But, now I have my degree and I would not have changed one thing! Sure, I nearly lost my mind, but in the end it was all worth it! (Not sure if the husband and the puppy feel the same way, not there not really complaining at the moment so we'll assume they're over it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I'm free! This means that we've got the freedom to do totally awesome things, like travel with the rest of humanity to the most amazing thing to happen in my life time - the Inauguration of Barack Obama !!!! Tonight we are doing "Inauguration Day Strategery" which includes things like "Have a positive attitude!," and, "Stuff your pockets with toilet paper! And granola bars!" We've already had an amazing time, box relaxing and braving the city for the Inauguration Concert 2009. Here's the recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/3208930070_1a01143780.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/3208930070_1a01143780.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3208040075_d1e395142c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3208040075_d1e395142c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3208085691_fa091f067a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3208085691_fa091f067a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3423/3208086115_6fda643bee.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3423/3208086115_6fda643bee.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.) Arriving at the concert and asking strangers to take our picture.  The woman with the guy that took this for us shook her head "no" when asked if they would take the picture.  Nice.  2.)  Getting interviewed for BBC radio.  Lost a bit of respect for the BBC when the reporter asked us to pretend that it was the next day and that we were super excited about Beyonce and Usher.  Apparently the UK is not as into Springsteen and James Taylor.  3.)  The crowd was HUGE.  And we were pretty close to the front.  4.)  Singing along with everyone was amazing and made me happy happy happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I was truly amazed at the spirit and kindness of the crowd.  Everyone seemed genuinly thrilled to be there and we were able to chat with people from all over the country that were there to have a good time and share the experiance.  It was fantastic!  And the amazing line up of performers capped off by a speech by the President Elect was beyond words.  And, as the program continually reminded us, we were WITNESSING HISTORY.  ;)  I can't wait to tell my grandchildren about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3208085691_fa091f067a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-6964600893991312454?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/6964600893991312454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=6964600893991312454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/6964600893991312454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/6964600893991312454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2009/01/witnessing-history-part-1.html' title='Witnessing History - Part 1'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-1436202655751673739</id><published>2008-09-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:59:07.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SLypQ5s3csI/AAAAAAAAApA/QSvetpHEsJo/s1600-h/2801196295_9a2d9429e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SLypQ5s3csI/AAAAAAAAApA/QSvetpHEsJo/s320/2801196295_9a2d9429e8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241250174184420034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New bling!  New puppy!  New Hair!&lt;div&gt;I swear I blinked and the summer is over.  It's been the best summer of my life, and I'm having a tough time taking it all in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully getting settled into our new married life together will lend itself to more blogging, knitting, and spending time with friends and family (although not in that order)  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to be back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-1436202655751673739?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/1436202655751673739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=1436202655751673739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/1436202655751673739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/1436202655751673739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-woman.html' title='A New Woman'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SLypQ5s3csI/AAAAAAAAApA/QSvetpHEsJo/s72-c/2801196295_9a2d9429e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-7201755532136384666</id><published>2008-06-26T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:39:54.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGRS33aXZmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LTWMta9tw_A/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGRS33aXZmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LTWMta9tw_A/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216385388122695266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-7201755532136384666?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/7201755532136384666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=7201755532136384666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/7201755532136384666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/7201755532136384666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/06/year-ago-today.html' title='A Year Ago Today'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGRS33aXZmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LTWMta9tw_A/s72-c/IMG_1622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-2499485234436384321</id><published>2008-06-25T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:49:53.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet's Birthday Awesomeness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was Janet's 25th birthday!!  We were too busy running around town and having fun for me write about what an amazing friend she is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Janet and I have been friends for over ten years!  We've been through all the adolescent angst of high school together, stayed close even though our colleges were far away, and have been roommates for the past 2+ years.  When she moves out before the wedding, I am going to be very, very sad.  :(  She's the best friend a girl could have and I am truly blessed to have her in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, enough sappiness.  Now for the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To celebrate Jan's quarter century of being around, we headed out for sushi in the middle of an awful storm!  Seriously, I thought at one point the car was going to blow right off the Zakim bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLxVI9FKnI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dICURMzGTlQ/s320/IMG_3437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215996663931677298" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once we all got settled at the restaurant and ordered a round of drinks, things were looking up!  Tons of sushi were consumed, a mini-raucous was caused and a good time was had by all (ok, at least by the people at our table)  ;)  Here's the proof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLz_bzH_YI/AAAAAAAAAmA/T4QXFkyKF0o/s320/IMG_3443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215999589567954306" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLyqln11FI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7JrNWWfQtGY/s1600-h/IMG_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLyL5NLJpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/s1IaOtfmhdE/s320/IMG_3449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215997604597016210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLyUlZ3GhI/AAAAAAAAAlo/vm-B4loM7No/s320/IMG_3453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215997753900341778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLyL5NLJpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/s1IaOtfmhdE/s1600-h/IMG_3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLyd9p0uSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/hY1rbezzrsE/s320/IMG_3464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215997915028568354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLyUlZ3GhI/AAAAAAAAAlo/vm-B4loM7No/s1600-h/IMG_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLyqln11FI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7JrNWWfQtGY/s320/IMG_3470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215998131916100690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jan!  Love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLyd9p0uSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/hY1rbezzrsE/s1600-h/IMG_3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-2499485234436384321?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/2499485234436384321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=2499485234436384321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/2499485234436384321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/2499485234436384321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/06/janets-birthday-awesomeness.html' title='Janet&apos;s Birthday Awesomeness!!'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SGLxVI9FKnI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dICURMzGTlQ/s72-c/IMG_3437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-5370224398684305182</id><published>2008-06-22T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:27:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny!</title><content type='html'>I have lots of thoughts about politics and I am strongly supporting Obama in November, but I've tended not to talk about politics here.  This is mainly because I seem to only have time to say things like, "Shiny!  Pretty!  I like!" and writing a coherent post that deals with politics is beyond my brain at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as I saw this video, I knew I had to share.  It's totally my kind of humor, and I've been giggling over it for a solid ten minutes now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FiQJ9Xp0xxU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FiQJ9Xp0xxU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" 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/570112929201089949-5370224398684305182?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/5370224398684305182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=5370224398684305182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/5370224398684305182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/5370224398684305182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny!'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-5150997411441729466</id><published>2008-06-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:46:06.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss knitting.  And reading.  In a previous life, I did a lot of both.  These days, things like working 2 jobs, unpacking an apartment and planning a wedding rule the day.  But once upon a time I was a real girl with hobbies!  Hobbies that I miss and that I think made me a better, more well rounded and happy person. &lt;br /&gt;Well, starting now I'm going to try and find a bit of balance. There is a group on &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/a&gt; where people gather to read Jane Austen novel and knit projects based on the books that they're reading.  Sign me up!! &lt;br /&gt;Considering that I haven't completed a "for fun" book or a complicated project in longer than I care to remember, this is going to be a real challenge.  But the book they're starting now is Sense and Sensibility and I'm going to start working on a &lt;a href="http://www.familytrunkproject.com/pages/jessielambdin/index.html"&gt;beautiful shawl&lt;/a&gt; and I'm going to give it my best shot.  We'll see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, there are very few sports teams in Boston that I can feel hometown pride for, being a Yankees fan that fake roots for the Colts and doesn't care about hockey.  But!  I can get excited for the basketball finals.  So, GO CELTICS!   &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-5150997411441729466?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/5150997411441729466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=5150997411441729466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/5150997411441729466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/5150997411441729466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-challenge.html' title='A Fun Challenge'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-1537189122607749192</id><published>2008-06-11T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:27:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida In Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been meaning to sit down and write a proper post about our awesome trip to Florida to visit Kyle's family, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen any time soon. So this is the best that we're going to get for now.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCUOdqNfDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DX48qgrQNbc/s1600-h/IMG_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCUOdqNfDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DX48qgrQNbc/s320/IMG_3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210827745068416050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCUZ2QKK9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/qK7sWdcDto0/s1600-h/IMG_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCUZ2QKK9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/qK7sWdcDto0/s320/IMG_3306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210827940648594386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCU2bD95XI/AAAAAAAAAjk/HCoheu_ndKY/s1600-h/IMG_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCVh9adMBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Qxf8qzYGJOE/s320/IMG_3335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829179521413138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCVv6p5tSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uT2RwBbVLjw/s1600-h/IMG_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCVv6p5tSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uT2RwBbVLjw/s320/IMG_3340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829419299058978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCV9LXt7JI/AAAAAAAAAkM/G0B8xcbVY6A/s1600-h/IMG_3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCV9LXt7JI/AAAAAAAAAkM/G0B8xcbVY6A/s320/IMG_3342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829647124491410" 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/570112929201089949-1537189122607749192?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/1537189122607749192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=1537189122607749192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/1537189122607749192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/1537189122607749192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/06/florida-in-pictures.html' title='Florida In Pictures'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SFCUOdqNfDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/DX48qgrQNbc/s72-c/IMG_3304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-887074899385824126</id><published>2008-06-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:20:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Story to Pass the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life around here is nearly out of control, and at such an inconvenient time, too!  I have lots of wonderful things so share (like my lovely trip to Florida to see Kyle's family, wedding progress, work goodness, and the like) but right now my entire world is consumed by digging out from our move.  Oh I'll be putting up pictures, but nothing will truly capture the insanity of the situation at the moment or how totally overwhelmed it's making me.  So, while I have lots to share, it is probably going to be a while before my head is screwed on straight enough for me to write any of it down.  In the mean time, here is a funny* conversation that happened at the doctors office last week when I realized less than 24 hours before our flight that my prescription for the drugs that make me a slightly tolerable human while traveling by air had expired and I needed a refill before I'd be going anywhere near a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nurse (typing my intact info into the computer in front of her): "So, you don't like to fly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: "No, I hate it.  I nearly have a panic attack every time I even think about our flight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nurse (after looong pause): "Oops, I just typed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flying&lt;/span&gt;!"  (laughter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: (blank stare of shock and terror; is this woman a psychic?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurse:  "Oh, I guess that's not very funny."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This story is only funny now because I am safely back on the ground and have no intention of flying again for a good long time.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-887074899385824126?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/887074899385824126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=887074899385824126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/887074899385824126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/887074899385824126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-story-to-pass-time.html' title='A Funny Story to Pass the Time'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-1807218253511635017</id><published>2008-05-27T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:47:31.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Good Reason for Being Off the Map</title><content type='html'>So live around here has been INSANE. I mean really crazy. As in I'm more exhausted and haven't stopped moving in days and am way more emotionally and physically taxed than I was during finals a few weeks back. But, for the most part, all of the things that have kept us running are wonderful things and I do feel incredibly blessed, if incredibly tired. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the list of all of the things on our plate at the moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helping my parents pack up the family home and move to the new homestead in New Hampshire this past weekend!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packing up for our move to our super cool new place!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting our wedding invitations printed, addressed and out the door on time. (This may be a stretch, but we'll see!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flying to Florida on Thursday for some quality time with Kyle's family to celebrate the graduation of his cousin, Todd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having work totally BLOW UP and working like crazy to push along a project 8 months in the making to meet a June 15th deadline.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to maintain my sanity and my cheerful demeanor ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm tired just writing it all down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past weekend was really amazing as we helped my family make the move up to NH. They'll be up there for good in just a few days and I couldn't be happier for them! Their new house is SO beautiful and I really think this is going to be the perfect place for them to enjoy a slower pace of life and all the snow they are going to get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205253321850403634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SDzGUU7QuzI/AAAAAAAAAis/eNlhD5OQVBo/s320/IMG_3274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205253459289357122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SDzGcU7Qu0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/e04Cn2djhIc/s320/IMG_3276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205253678332689234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SDzGpE7Qu1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/SntsMY635ms/s320/IMG_3282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205253910260923234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SDzG2k7Qu2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/_jEbgrrkbdI/s320/IMG_3285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205254159369026418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SDzHFE7Qu3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Cg1QBVc_SkY/s320/IMG_3299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-1807218253511635017?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/1807218253511635017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=1807218253511635017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/1807218253511635017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/1807218253511635017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-good-reason-for-being-off-map.html' title='A Very Good Reason for Being Off the Map'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SDzGUU7QuzI/AAAAAAAAAis/eNlhD5OQVBo/s72-c/IMG_3274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-4376150148635437538</id><published>2008-05-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:45:43.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Long Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SCZBeGhcMOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rwLWKzTDHSU/s1600-h/IMG_3216.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like I've really packed a lifetime into this week. When I think about where I was last Saturday night (freaking out about my upcoming finals), I can't believe its only been seven days since I was in that place. Crazy! My finals went very well and I'm going to give Bob a lot of credit for being such as good study buddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198914225427984578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SCZA8WhcMMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/CzhkNK6STJU/s320/IMG_3211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198914483126022354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SCZBLWhcMNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ryb3VJZtqMs/s320/IMG_3212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although he didn't do too well when I got up to stretch my legs!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the time I finished up school on Tuesday night, I was totally exhausted but the fun was just beginning!  We spent that evening and the next hanging out with Jess, Casey, and the awesome &lt;a href="http://www.rainydaygoods.com/"&gt;Mary Heather&lt;/a&gt;!!  She was AWESOME and it was great to get to know such a super sweet and fun person that would talk politics with Kyle so that I could get a break.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now it's time to really buckle down and get this apartment packed up before our big move and before my amazing friend Ashley comes to stay with us later this week.  I'm SO excited!!  For now I'm going to relax because I'm not sure when I'll next be able to enjoy a Saturday night on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-4376150148635437538?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/4376150148635437538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=4376150148635437538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/4376150148635437538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/4376150148635437538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-long-week.html' title='A Very Long Week'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SCZA8WhcMMI/AAAAAAAAAiE/CzhkNK6STJU/s72-c/IMG_3211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-3369268173054102254</id><published>2008-04-29T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:06:21.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's be honest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got home from class not too long ago (Tuesday nights always run late), we haven't eaten dinner yet (it should be delivered shortly) and I'm totally tired.  All I really want to do is sit on the couch, watch House, and knit my sock.  But this is finals week, so I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to be more productive than that.  I have a final paper due tomorrow that is 95% done, but I will sleep better tonight if I actually finish it.  Plus it might be nice to try and get ahead on the massive amount of work that lies between now and this time next week when I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certainly &lt;/span&gt;be in lump mode.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of summer break, I have grand plans.  There will be lots of reading and knitting (I have an ambitious project planned), wedding planning and sleeping.  Unfortunately, the reality of my first few weeks of summer break is going to be very different.  We'll be in the middle of a major project at work with a very firm deadline, Kyle and I will be moving across town, my parents will be moving to a new state and we've got some very firm wedding planning deadlines looming.  Ugg. I'll need to find a way to reconcile what I want to be doing with reality. &lt;br /&gt;So let's be honest about what I'm going to do right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open my final paper due tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare unblinking for several seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn on House, pick up my knitting, and try and enjoy my evening (while remaining riddled with guilt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-3369268173054102254?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/3369268173054102254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=3369268173054102254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/3369268173054102254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/3369268173054102254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-be-honest.html' title='Let&apos;s be honest'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-3436485104354032137</id><published>2008-04-15T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:31:32.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an idiot...that kinda smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've never been the most graceful person.  In fact, I'm pretty damn clumsy.  Usually this manifests itself in subtle ways, like how after the last snow storm of the season I fell down our front steps like a ton of bricks or how I recently almost ripped my ear off at the gym because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; fell onto the moving treadmill, shot across the room and nearly took me with it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I really outdid myself, though.  What's worse, it was all my fault.  I can't even blame gravity for this one.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much wet my pants tonight.  You read that right, WET MY PANTS.  As I was waiting for class to start,  I sat enjoying my lukewarm coffee and digging in my bag for the granola bar I swear I packed this afternoon although it never made an appearance.  As I struggled to find the phantom snack, I decided I needed better access to my giant bag so I put my coffee between my knees (so ladylike, I know) and pulled the giant bag onto my lap.  Only as I did this, I must have moved my legs because the coffee cup started tipping and before I could do anything to stop it there was a LOT of warm coffee all over me.  Like in a GIANT PEE STAIN pattern.  I just stared down for a few seconds and then looked at my friend, Meg, and said, "Um, I totally just wet my pants."  Then she looked down and we both started laughing.  Classy, right?&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that after nearly 3 hours the mix of stale coffee and skim milk is not so pleasing on the nostrils. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm the smelly girl that peed her pants.  And contrary to what &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112508/"&gt;Billy Madison&lt;/a&gt; might tell you, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the coolest!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-3436485104354032137?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/3436485104354032137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=3436485104354032137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/3436485104354032137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/3436485104354032137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-idiotthat-kinda-smells.html' title='I&apos;m an idiot...that kinda smells'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-2025228489332287828</id><published>2008-04-13T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:43:56.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; It feels like I spent this entire weekend in the kitchen, and although I am now very full and very tired, it was well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Kyle and I trekked all the way out to Brookline (that's practically another state) for a Gburg happy hour at &lt;a href="http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/2247/?view=beerfly"&gt;The Public House&lt;/a&gt;. It was really wonderful to catch up with some of our very favorite people that we don't get to see nearly enough. There was good conversation, cherry beer, and fun pictures.  A good time was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188923638477740514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SALCjp4X2eI/AAAAAAAAAhc/3v0AKyufn7U/s320/IMG_3157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188923887585843698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SALCyJ4X2fI/AAAAAAAAAhk/81CEPh9H96w/s320/IMG_3159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was really the onset of my kitchen time.  Kyle and I hosted coffee hour at church today, so I really wanted to make something special for this first attempt at really integrating into the church community in a new and exciting way.  After nearly five hours, I had my grandma's coffee cake, mini quiches and raspberry scones to show for my efforts.  Yum! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was definitely nervous that people wouldn't eat the food and that we'd be a coffee hour bust.  But we were totally a success!  There was scarcely a crumb to bring home which was great because we hosted the priest that will marry us for dinner tonight and I spent more time making yummy healthy lasagna and a frozen blueberry pie.  I just had to roll myself into the kitchen to make a cup of tea!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now I'm going to curl up on the couch with the Yankees game and my knitting and start the sad countdown to Monday morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-2025228489332287828?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/2025228489332287828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=2025228489332287828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/2025228489332287828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/2025228489332287828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-in-kitchen.html' title='A Weekend in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6FAh_IXVkKU/SALCjp4X2eI/AAAAAAAAAhc/3v0AKyufn7U/s72-c/IMG_3157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-7128879477534704966</id><published>2008-04-03T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:11:51.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Week</title><content type='html'>This has been a really good week.  The sun has been (mostly) shining and I've been getting things done.  An excellent feeling! &lt;br /&gt;Here are some of this weeks accomplishments, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We finished planning our honeymoon.  &lt;a href="http://www.oceanstone.ns.ca/"&gt;Yay!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.thehalliburton.com/"&gt;Yay!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.baileyhouse.ca/"&gt;Yay!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My office finished a really painful move to a new building and now I have my own workspace.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've actually dragged my lazy self to the gym.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I registered for the last semester of grad classes.  They look awesome and all are in the afternoon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boobs is visiting and we've been watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0472027/"&gt;John Adams&lt;/a&gt;.  It is fantastic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been chugging along on my &lt;a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEfall04/PATTclapotis.html"&gt;Clapotis&lt;/a&gt;.  Knitting during the week is a real luxury.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few weekends of wonderful family visits out of state, getting back on track with work, school and life this week has really been nice.  Hopefully I can keep it up because the to-do list certainly isn't shrinking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-7128879477534704966?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/7128879477534704966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=7128879477534704966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/7128879477534704966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/7128879477534704966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-week.html' title='A Good Week'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-570112929201089949.post-2764459504628079142</id><published>2008-03-28T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:40:49.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/funny-pictures-kissing-squirrels-tree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/funny-pictures-kissing-squirrels-tree1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/570112929201089949-2764459504628079142?l=waitingonvienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/2764459504628079142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=570112929201089949&amp;postID=2764459504628079142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/2764459504628079142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/570112929201089949/posts/default/2764459504628079142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingonvienna.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute!'/><author><name>Waiting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407864387100384278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17443451590593816838'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>