<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457</id><updated>2011-10-04T18:06:33.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Ruth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-3427126930607187292</id><published>2008-02-29T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:33:38.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Contest</title><content type='html'>Photography has been a hobby of mine for several years now. And I keep promising myself that I will take a class at some point to learn more about my camera(s), lighting, scene setting, etc - but that hasn't happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however, submit a photo to a contest and &lt;a href="http://www.picture.com/voteforme/photovote1.asp?PID=2158455"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to a page where you can rate my picture and maybe help me win.  If you would be kind enough to pass the page along to all of your friends/family/coworkers/acquaintances so they can also rate my picture of the Grand Canyon, I'd be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-3427126930607187292?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3427126930607187292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=3427126930607187292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/3427126930607187292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/3427126930607187292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-contest.html' title='Photo Contest'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-2731168407379730583</id><published>2008-02-21T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:55:38.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi - Again</title><content type='html'>I know I've been lacking in the blogging department. To catch you up, here is what's happened since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the pins came out of my fingers just before Thanksgiving YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;-my birthday came and went, it was nicely uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas came and went, it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;-New Year's came and went, it was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;-The superbowl came and went, it was an exciting game!&lt;br /&gt;-Valentine's Day came and went, it was just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally - we get to February 18th. I've been waiting for this day since November 9th when we bought tickets. So back in early November, we found out that Bon Jovi was using Omaha as the kickoff for the Lost Highway tour in North America! They had done some special shows in New Jersey last year and then went to Europe, but Omaha was going to be their first concert date back from overseas. WOW - Omaha? Really? How lucky could we get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might &lt;a href="http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/08/road-trip-2007.html"&gt;remember&lt;/a&gt; that we saw them last summer at an outdoor concert in Cheyenne, Wy. It was a great show, and we enjoyed ourselves a ton. But this was going to be better. I counted down the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY - the day had arrived. There are no words that can adequately describe the energy of the show I saw. I will say that the images that play in my head everytime I hear a song by Bon Jovi will forever be changed by what I saw. Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.omaha.com/index.php?u_page=2620&amp;amp;u_sid=10262419"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to what the Omaha World Herald had to say the next day and I couldn't agree more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I arrived at work, a coworker sent me this video that a friend of hers took that night.  To put it in context, the stage was at one end of the arena and at one point Jon Bon Jovi sang from a small platform about midway back and against the opposite side from where I was sitting.  I know how sexy he was from where I was sitting, and now I know (thanks Stacy) how great he looks up close and very personal.  ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwFK7wUbPVY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwFK7wUbPVY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/33168457-2731168407379730583?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2731168407379730583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=2731168407379730583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/2731168407379730583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/2731168407379730583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2008/02/bon-jovi-again.html' title='Bon Jovi - Again'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-8446622929140375994</id><published>2007-11-06T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:47:57.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the mend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**** WARNING ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**** This post contains graphic photos of my fixed fingers! ****&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the surgery to fix my mangled digits went very well. They were able to do it with a type of anesthesia block to avoid the general anesthetic. And it looks like the pins will come out just before Thanksgiving (very good news for the Christmas decorating and baking)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/RzDPtx6oNwI/AAAAAAAAACE/fiZ2FsYbP9E/s1600-h/100_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129828360975300354" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/RzDPtx6oNwI/AAAAAAAAACE/fiZ2FsYbP9E/s320/100_1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 bandaged fingers 1 week after surgery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129829365997647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/RzDQoR6oNxI/AAAAAAAAACM/_BfkKO_XCX8/s320/100_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The white balls are the pins sticking out of the middle and ring fingers on my right hand. And here is another view of the same thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129830023127643938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/RzDROh6oNyI/AAAAAAAAACU/lGN6eQw1FA0/s320/100_1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you may remember from the last post, I actually broke three fingers, but the pictures only show pins in two of them. In the pics above, you can kind of see the bandages from the broken finger on the OTHER hand. Yes - I broke fingers on both hands. Yes - it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm on the mend and will get the hardware out of my hand soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-8446622929140375994?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8446622929140375994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=8446622929140375994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/8446622929140375994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/8446622929140375994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-mend.html' title='On the mend...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/RzDPtx6oNwI/AAAAAAAAACE/fiZ2FsYbP9E/s72-c/100_1536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-6459572814806463702</id><published>2007-10-17T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:17:11.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip line 1, Ruth 0!</title><content type='html'>At one point this last weekend I seemed to think that I was 12 years old.  I'm not certain what it was that made me think this, but let me just say that I most definitely am NOT 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I needed certain proof of this, my attempt to use a zip line (a silly contraption that you hang from and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;zip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from one platform to another) last Saturday gave me just such proof.  The attempt, which started with me uttering the phrase "Here - let me show you how it's done" - certainly words that belong to the mouth &amp;amp; brain of a 12 year old, ended with three broken fingers and my needing surgery next week to put pins in two fingers of the right hand (of course I'm right-handed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my days of hunt and peck on the keyboard begin, and the blogs may be few &amp;amp; far between for a couple months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip Line 1 - Ruth 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-6459572814806463702?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6459572814806463702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=6459572814806463702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/6459572814806463702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/6459572814806463702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/10/zip-line-1-ruth-0.html' title='Zip line 1, Ruth 0!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-3053518753203994635</id><published>2007-10-05T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:37:42.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was ROBBED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was recently on a trip to Washington DC with a friend to do some sightseeing and shopping (Can I just say that I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; outlet malls?). It's not unusual for my office to call me at least once when I'm out of town. So when my cell phone rang on a Monday morning in Williamsburg, VA - I wasn't terribly shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First - a little background. My office is in the middle of a HUMONGOUS remodel. Since we are using the office during the remodel - there have been many days where I move equipment out of a space in the evening so that remodeling work can be accomplished; and then move it back in the following morning so that we can see patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, when my boss asked me if I'd moved any computers before I left (the Thursday before) - I was a little confused. The places she asked about had all of the remodeling work finished several weeks ago. So I told her I hadn't moved any, that they would have had to have been used on Friday (after I left) - but to check with a couple other people to see if they had moved the computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unfortunately, the next call I got about 2 hours later confirmed the worst. The office had been burgled (is that a word?)! Sometime over the weekend, someone walked out with several computers, flat screen monitors, and miscellaneous other equipment. And it gets worse... I get a phone call later that afternoon after it is discovered that my laptop computer and my personal external hard drive have also been stolen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm speechless. I honestly don't know what to say to my boss. My mouth won't work - and my brain is going 150 miles a minute. My pictures... My music.... My sense of security... all gone. And the worst part is, I'm 1/2 a country away and can't DO anything. Not that I could do anything if I were there, after all - the stuff is gone. The police don't even come to the office to take a report so what chance is there that I'll see any of that stuff ever again? None. Zilch. Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two hours after that, my brain kicks into rescue mode - I call my boss and tell her to call some computer experts (besides me - I'm too close to the situation) and tell them what happened and what we think may be compromised - and then ask them what to do. I tell her to inactivate my account and a couple others. I tell her what I can remember is on the laptop and external hard drive and there is nothing to compromise patient privacy so we dodged a big problem there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We've since discovered more things that were taken that weekend. And we know it happened while construction crews were in the building (although there is no indication that they did it).  But they were in the building when it happened and probably weren't as careful about locking up and closing doors as I would have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now - its almost three weeks later and I have a little perspective. I have a new laptop - nicer than the old one. I have a new backup hard drive - bigger than the old one. iTunes lets me transfer purchases to a new machine. I've found copies of lots of pictures that were uploaded to photo sharing websites, burned to CD for mom, copied to a memory stick for a digital photo frame, still on my memory card - so its not the disaster I first imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm sad that I no longer feel safe alone in the office at night or on the weekend. I'm sad that I find myself suspicious about co-workers I don't know very well. I'm sad that someone has something important to me - and they don't care what I've lost. I'm sad I was robbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-3053518753203994635?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3053518753203994635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=3053518753203994635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/3053518753203994635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/3053518753203994635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-robbed.html' title='I was ROBBED!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-8947680860855463304</id><published>2007-08-07T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:28:07.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 years?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>7304 Days (give or take a leap year here or there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1040 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Decades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/5 Century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, a REALLY, REALLY long time since I graduated from high school! It doesn't seem possible, after all I just graduated from college. OK - so this was the third college graduation , but it can't REALLY be twenty years - CAN IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my shock, dismay, and much denial... it has indeed been that long since I walked the halls of &lt;a href="http://www2.ops.org/high/north/"&gt;Omaha North High School&lt;/a&gt;. You know what that means, right? Yep - the 20 year high school reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see my friends and hear all about their families; siblings I knew-spouses &amp;amp; children I didn't.  It was fun re-living the geeky band trips, interesting finding out "whatever happened to...", and sad to learn that some of my classmates and teachers have passed away.&lt;br /&gt;Our reunion committee did such a fantastic job of planning and executing a wonderful reunion weekend for everyone and I told each one of them this several times during the weekend of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go VIKINGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-8947680860855463304?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8947680860855463304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=8947680860855463304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/8947680860855463304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/8947680860855463304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-years.html' title='20 years?!?!?!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-4874500869550187381</id><published>2007-08-06T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:52:43.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another road trip come and gone. Our travels this year included the Bon Jovi concert at &lt;a href="http://www.cfdrodeo.com/index.aspx"&gt;Cheyenne Frontier Days&lt;/a&gt;, many hours in &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/yell/"&gt;Yellowstone National Park&lt;/a&gt;, 5+ days at my brother &lt;a href="http://montanadave.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt;'s ranch, and then the two day trip home. The two big highlights of the trip were Bon Jovi (great show and yummy eye candy) and being at the birth of Paprika, Flicka's new foal at the ranch. I've included some pictures below of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095673198062838498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd3xo4DouI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A8vKkoukglo/s320/100_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;How cute is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095673606084731634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd4JY4DovI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qsBmdhtAbc0/s320/100_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grand Teton National Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095674976179299106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd5ZI4DoyI/AAAAAAAAABM/qvRSAEZjT10/s320/100B0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Old Faithful - WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095674954704462594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd5X44DowI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6DTRJcmhZCI/s320/100_1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't get much better than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095674989064201026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd5Z44Do0I/AAAAAAAAABc/XPCAZpECFHo/s320/100_1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flicka's new baby, just minutes after birth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095675848057660242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd6L44Do1I/AAAAAAAAABk/wjuv3nLGSwU/s320/100_1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying to stand up - about an hour old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095675856647594850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd6MY4Do2I/AAAAAAAAABs/OAvgOjSizXU/s320/100_1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First time out - about 30 hours old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095675895302300530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd6Oo4Do3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Gcolj5g_-M/s320/100_1277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First run with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip, we love the mountains and even enjoy the drive (at least during daylight hours). Can't wait until our next visit to the ranch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-4874500869550187381?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4874500869550187381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=4874500869550187381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/4874500869550187381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/4874500869550187381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/08/road-trip-2007.html' title='Road Trip 2007'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/Rrd3xo4DouI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A8vKkoukglo/s72-c/100_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-1288245317098246618</id><published>2007-06-08T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:14:47.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Shows</title><content type='html'>I've now dubbed this the year of shows. It started simple enough - the Broadway Musical of &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/theatre/thelionking/index.html"&gt;The Lion King&lt;/a&gt;was coming to town in January and we wanted to go, so we did. Then we had our fabulous &lt;a href="http://disneycruise.disney.go.com/dcl/en_US/home/home?bhcp=1"&gt;Disney Cruise&lt;/a&gt; where we saw amazing shows every night. And then I won tickets to see Billy Joel at a sold out concert. We also bought tickets to a baseball show, the &lt;a href="http://www.cwsomaha.com/stadium/omahas-johnny-rosenblatt-stadium.html"&gt;College World Series&lt;/a&gt; which will be in Omaha from June 14th to the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake (or in this case, the beefcake)is... We heard that &lt;a href="http://www6.islandrecords.com/bonjovi/lost_highway_splash/"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/a&gt; is going to be performing at &lt;a href="http://www.cfdrodeo.com/index.aspx"&gt;Cheyenne Frontier Days&lt;/a&gt; on July 20th - and it just so happens that we're heading towards Montana just in time to stop in Wyoming and see them perform - so we bought tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what August - December brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-1288245317098246618?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1288245317098246618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=1288245317098246618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/1288245317098246618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/1288245317098246618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/06/year-of-shows.html' title='The Year of Shows'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-6998631239602544642</id><published>2007-04-30T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:16:26.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Man</title><content type='html'>Last week was a great week.  So much happened I hardly know where to start, but I'll try to start at the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - my brother who has been laid off for three months, started working again, and my downstairs neighbor got a new job (at my office) and that will bring many good things to both of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - I took one of my two finals and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tickets to the sold out Billy Joel concert for Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - I had my very last 'class'.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - We got a ton of work done for the graduation party and then we got to go to Billy Joel (for free)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always enjoyed Billy Joel's music.  He's multi-generational (as evidenced by the crowd around us) and covers several genre's as well.  He is an extremely gifted musician, vocally and especially instrumentally.  They had a camera positioned so that the big screens showed his fingers flying over the keys of the piano that rose from beneath the stage.  The piano also rotated so that his back wasn't always to one part of the audience which was great.  He performed for three solid hours, with no opening band, and he still couldn't play all of his biggest hits, although the closing number of his last encore was an incredible Piano Man, which he sang twice!  He was also quite funny when he spoke to the crowd, making comments about songs written for an ex-wife, and his aging; telling the crowd at the beginning that he was Billy's dad filling in!  I still can't believe we got to go for free.  I've always wanted to see him, but just couldn't find enough room in the budget when tickets went on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week promises to be pretty great as well.  One more final to take (Tuesday), and then graduation on Friday and the graduation party on Saturday.  My brother gets to be here, as well as lots of other family and tons of friends.  I'm excited to see everyone and keeping fingers crossed for good weekend weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-6998631239602544642?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6998631239602544642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=6998631239602544642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/6998631239602544642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/6998631239602544642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/04/piano-man.html' title='Piano Man'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-350999416876049741</id><published>2007-03-13T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:58:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!!!!!</title><content type='html'>51 days and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation announcements will be going out in the mail soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-350999416876049741?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/350999416876049741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=350999416876049741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/350999416876049741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/350999416876049741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/03/graduation.html' title='Graduation!!!!!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-2285323578876953157</id><published>2007-03-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:53:35.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics (and why I hate them)</title><content type='html'>Normally I try to stay out of politics as a discussion. I especially try to stay out of Nebraska politics because most of it isn't worth the time to form an opinion. But yesterday brought about the most ridiculous thing I've seen in politics in a long time. In fact, so ridiculous that even Jay Leno (and I'm sure others) felt the need to weigh in last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you missed it, you can read the entire thing &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/12/AR2007031200446.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, how the entire media establishment showed up in Omaha yesterday for a NON-announcement from Nebraska senator &lt;a href="http://hagel.senate.gov/"&gt;Chuck Hagel&lt;/a&gt;. I don't really care if he runs or not, I wouldn't vote for him anyway - and the more fractured the GOP is between candidates the happier I am. Even if he were to run as an independent, I couldn't bring myself to vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is this - why did he find it necessary to make such a big freakin deal out of not announcing anything? I think it made him (and Nebraska by default) look idiotic. One radio station in Omaha was talking about the carbon footprint left behind by the sea of camera trucks and the surge of the media - for absolutely nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for nothing Senator Hagel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-2285323578876953157?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2285323578876953157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=2285323578876953157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/2285323578876953157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/2285323578876953157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/03/politics-and-why-i-hate-them.html' title='Politics (and why I hate them)'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-5081781090075793060</id><published>2007-02-12T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T09:22:50.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fantastic Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/RdCibXXC5zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hY_USIHYerY/s1600-h/100_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030699374783686450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/RdCibXXC5zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hY_USIHYerY/s320/100_0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my boat.  Well - not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boat, but the boat I was on last week.  This is the Disney Magic in the beautiful port of St. Thomas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;USVI&lt;/span&gt; last Wednesday.  The picture was taken from the top of the Paradise Point tram.  This was one of three magical stops we made on an Eastern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caribbean itinerary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After two days at sea (translation:  pool time) we stopped first at St. Martin/St. Maarten.  This island is split between the French West Indies (St. Martin) and the Netherland Antilles (St. Maarten).  We went on a tour of both sides of the island, stopping at a Butterfly farm (great pics will soon be available) and did some (translation:  a LOT of) shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The next day we were in St. Thomas where I snapped this picture.  In the morning we went on the tram ride and shopped a little (really!).  In the afternoon we went on an incredible speed boat ride to a couple of awesome snorkelling spots.  We had a very small group so we got to go to some spots only locals usually go.  We saw lots of fish, three sea turtles, and a couple of stingrays so it was a VERY successful snorkel excursion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;We had another day at sea after St. Thomas, then a final stop at Disney's private island -Castaway Cay in the Bahamas.  We spent some time feeding and snorkelling with stingrays here, followed by several hours of sun, sand, and surf at Serenity Bay (18 and over only at this beach).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every night there was a fantastic show, followed by an incredible dinner, all done with service and a smile like only Disney can do.  And the best part, we booked another cruise while we were there and it's only 1 year 5 months 13 days 5 hours 17 minutes 38 seconds away (&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; 75 weekends &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; 529 days &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; 12,701 hours (8,467 waking hours) &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; 762,077 minutes &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; 45,724,657 seconds).  That one will take us to the Mexican Riviera (Cabo San Lucas, Mazatlan, and Puerto Vallarta) with all new things to see and do.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Let the countdown begin!&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/33168457-5081781090075793060?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5081781090075793060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=5081781090075793060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/5081781090075793060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/5081781090075793060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-fantastic-trip.html' title='Another Fantastic Trip'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i24CgO3hfXk/RdCibXXC5zI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hY_USIHYerY/s72-c/100_0185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-8651012117390152688</id><published>2007-01-26T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:34:15.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation last week at my weight watchers meeting about the "instant gratification" world we live in.  Cell phones, instant messaging, email, fast food, the internet; it's all instant.  It makes us believe that everything should come that fast, that easy.  And the truth is, the hard things take much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about learning to play a musical instrument, getting through school (at any level), or even having a baby.  None of those things happen fast; they take study/practice/patience.  And the point my WW leader was trying to make is - you didn't suddenly become overweight yesterday, it took years to get that way, shouldn't taking the weight off take some time as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of that got me thinking about this countdown thing I do.  I used to put something on my calendar page and then start counting the days until it arrived.  Now I even have a special program that will tell me down to the second how much time is left until any event/date/time that I tell it.  And to some it may seem as though I'm 'wishing my life away' by always looking to the next event, then the next one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, watching time pass as I wait ever so impatiently for things like my next trip (7 days 5 hours 44 minutes), spring break (41 days 1 hour 28 minutes), and GRADUATION (98 days 39 minutes)- provides me with a mindset that good things are worth waiting for, that each day brings me closer to a goal, and that there are things worth the wait/the work/the effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-8651012117390152688?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8651012117390152688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=8651012117390152688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/8651012117390152688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/8651012117390152688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/01/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-4257620416859199262</id><published>2007-01-09T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T06:55:31.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significant Events</title><content type='html'>The week is young and already I've had two significant events!  First, I formally and officially applied for graduation yesterday!  Now I've got to order cap and gown, announcements, etc.  I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today - classes start for my very last semester as an undergraduate.  Which means the weekly countdown can begin.  And as of today, there are 17 weeks left (one of which is spring break!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck in my last two classes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-4257620416859199262?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4257620416859199262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=4257620416859199262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/4257620416859199262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/4257620416859199262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/01/significant-events.html' title='Significant Events'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-3493036584403284849</id><published>2007-01-04T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:18:26.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Me</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed that I would not, COULD NOT make yet another New Years' Resolution that is destined to failure. So I started making changes before the new year, and what I have now are New Years' intentions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1)  I started &lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/a&gt; meetings the 16th of December and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;intend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to stick with it - it's the only thing that truly worked in the past and I just didn't keep going.  It must be working though because I lost weight even over the holidays, more than 5 lbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2)  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;intend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to say no when I've got too much on my plate and someone wants me to take on just one more thing.  Too often I say yes because I want to help, and I end up frazzled and sometimes sick because I wear myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3)  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;intend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to finish school in 119 days, participate in the graduation ceremony, proudly display the diploma it took me almost 20 years to finish, and not think about any more school for at least a year so some fun things and projects that I keep saying I will do "after graduation" actually get done "after graduation"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4)  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;intend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be flexible with my intentions, to realize that I don't have control of everything and sometimes plans need to change in response to the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for this year so far (see - I can be flexible).  If things go well, I may add more intentions mid-year.  I wish everyone a happy and healthy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-3493036584403284849?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3493036584403284849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=3493036584403284849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/3493036584403284849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/3493036584403284849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year, New Me'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-3896966534810264725</id><published>2006-12-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:42:49.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhale, Exhale, Repeat</title><content type='html'>For two weeks as the semester was winding down, this was my mantra.  Inhale, exhale, repeat (try not to hyperventilate).  Between projects, exams, dealing with group dynamics, programming assignments (ICK!!) - I was certain that by the time I was done with my last exam, my last email, my last document that I would be flat on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I found myself standing triumphantly on the finish line for the semester was through the generous help of my friends and family.  Many thanks to Dave - my 'little' brother - who helped me with the programming stuff.  Without him, I'm fairly certain that my head would have popped off my shoulders in about week 4 of the semester.  Same goes for my roommate Beth, who selflessly did all the cooking and cleaning (including getting the house ready for the ornament party) and reminded me that I didn't have to do it all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - now the semester is officially over.  The holidays are upon us and I'm looking VERY forward to some evenings at home, some time with families - the one I was born into AND Beth's family who treat me as if I'm one of theirs, and maybe even some sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year, the sights, the sounds, the smells - all of it.  So I'm NOT changing my mantra now that school is over.  I still want to inhale, exhale, and repeat - and do it slowly to savor every moment of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to all my friends and family - may the holidays find you all happy and healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-3896966534810264725?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3896966534810264725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=3896966534810264725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/3896966534810264725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/3896966534810264725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/12/inhale-exhale-repeat.html' title='Inhale, Exhale, Repeat'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-8482497958493766585</id><published>2006-12-04T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:58:53.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again!</title><content type='html'>Every year on the first Saturday in December I have a party for 30 or so of my closest friends.  My roommate and I spend days cooking goodies, decorating for the holidays, and cleaning the apartment from head to toe!  Well, I invite 30 or so and am usually lucky enough to have 20 or so actually come (which is a great turnout).  It's an ornament exchange party, and for those of you who have been to a cookie exchange they are nothing alike!  It works like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone brings a wrapped ornament, set of ornaments, or other christmas style decoration that costs at least $5 and no more than $15.  Everyone at the party draws a number out of a basket.  The person with number 1 opens one of the wrapped packages and shows it to everyone (who then proceed to oooh &amp; aaah on cue).  The person who is number 2 then has the option of stealing the first package or opening a new one.  If they steal the first package, then person number 1 gets to open another package.  The only rule about stealing is that you can't steal back a package from the person who stole it from you.  The more stealing that goes on, the more fun we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had 22 people in the apartment and one person who mailed an ornament because she moved away and still wanted to be able to participate - so 23 ornaments and decorations to be opened and stolen many times!  The party doesn't run very late, people usually hang out for a total of 2 1/2 to 3 hours having cocktails and snacking on the goodies.  The exchange itself usually takes 30-45 minutes, depending on how much people steal ornaments from others.  It gets loud and roudy and I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's done for another year and I can turn my attention to the remainder of the holidays and then GRADUATION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-8482497958493766585?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8482497958493766585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=8482497958493766585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/8482497958493766585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/8482497958493766585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-7157311996064499002</id><published>2006-11-17T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:42:18.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To skip or not to skip</title><content type='html'>I had a horrible dilemma yesterday.  I have class on Thursday nights.  It's not a difficult class, there are no exams so really it's all about the group project.  I also had a free (let me repeat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) pass for two to the sneak peak screening of the new Bond flick, Casino Royale.  So I was faced with this horrible dilemma of whether to skip my class or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, the movie was AWESOME!  All the hype about Daniel Craig not being right for the role is way off base.  It was funny, action-packed, and well - he was quite nice to look at! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know my priorities are intact!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-7157311996064499002?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7157311996064499002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=7157311996064499002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/7157311996064499002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/7157311996064499002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-skip-or-not-to-skip.html' title='To skip or not to skip'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-116308971461453744</id><published>2006-11-09T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:36.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ready!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just had to share the exciting news...  this morning I registered for my last two classes as an undergraduate!  Yes, that's right - when the Spring 2007 semester begins, I can officially apply for graduation.  I can't believe that it's finally HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-116308971461453744?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/116308971461453744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=116308971461453744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116308971461453744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116308971461453744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Ready!!!!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-116230767217793935</id><published>2006-10-31T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:36.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing again!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks MB for a great followup to the Top 100 List. Number 39 on that list was "visited all 50 states". My goal is to see 50 states by the time I turn 50. I'm more than halfway there according to the map below (26 states) in which I have spent at least one night. When I include the states I've driven through or changed planes in, I can add WA, UT, OK, TN, GA, PA, and CT. I'll be visiting Hawaii for my 40th birthday (coming WAY too fast!) and will probably see UT and WA during next summer's road trip, then as soon as Disney offers an Alaskan Cruise then I can cross that off the list. Then it looks like I'll need to concentrate on going east for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 50 I can work on the countries I've visited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=AZARCACODCFLIDILINIAKSMAMNMOMTNENVNMOHORSCSDTXVAWIWY" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that seeing all 50 states isn't exactly a deep thoughtful or spiritual "life" goal. However, the experience of traveling, meeting new people, seeing incredible national parks and monuments and the biggest ball of twine, plus the bonus of spending quality time in the car (or plane or condo) with those closest to me is what really living feels like to me. What about you? If your goal isn't the 50 states, what is it that you would like to accomplish - or what does really "living" mean to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-116230767217793935?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/116230767217793935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=116230767217793935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116230767217793935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116230767217793935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/10/stealing-again.html' title='Stealing again!!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-116187958084153718</id><published>2006-10-26T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my list, but...</title><content type='html'>I saw this list on my friend's blog (thanks MB) and thought what an interesting commentary on our lives the list makes.  It's not my list, and there are some things on it that I don't really have an interest in doing.  Perhaps when school is out (190 days!), I'll take the time to make my own list of "100 Things I want to do".  As I read this list I'm amazed both at the wonderful opportunities I've been given and at the long list of things I still want to do (some on which aren't on the list).  The items in purple are those I've already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;08. Said “I love you’ and meant it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;18. Touched an iceberg (does a glacier count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;39. Visited all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 50 states - I'm working on this one so it's only half purple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;40. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;42. Watched wild whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;43. Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;45. Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;48. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;50. Taken a train through Europe&lt;br /&gt;51. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;52. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table, and had a meal with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;53. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;54. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;55. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;56. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;58. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;59. Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;61. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;62. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;63. Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;65. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;66. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;67. Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;68. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;69. Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;71. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;72. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;74. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;75. Been to the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;76. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;77. Lost over 20 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;79. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;80. Petted a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Broken someone’s heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;82. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;85. Parasailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;87. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;88. Caused a car accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;89. Pretended to be "sick"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;90. Surfed in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;91. Saved someone's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;92. Fainted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;93. Been in the room while someone is giving birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Hitchhiked&lt;br /&gt;95. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;96. Been caught daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;97. Been to the Grand Canyon (just three months ago)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Called off a wedding engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;99. Donated your blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;100. Become a follower of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my count, that's more than 50% that I have done already - which is better than I estimated when I first looked at the list.  How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-116187958084153718?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/116187958084153718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=116187958084153718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116187958084153718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116187958084153718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-my-list-but.html' title='Not my list, but...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-116109651621907729</id><published>2006-10-17T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>I spent this last weekend in Branson, MO with three of my cousins from Kansas. When Amy mentioned something about it a month ago, I couldn't see my way past the homework to get away. Then I took a good look at the calendar, and it turns out that the weekend they wanted to go was just after a big project and just before fall break. Timing couldn't have been better and I thought the time away would do me good. Plus there were three bonuses in it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus #1: The opportunity to shop at the Hallmark Discount store at the Hallmark factory (two of the three cousins work part time for Hallmark). You never know what you'll find there - but there's always something fun or useful. And it's all 75% less than regular price. I got cards, wrapping paper/gift bags, stocking stuffers, picture frames, and a few Birthday and Christmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus #2: The meal stop I knew we'd make on the way at &lt;a href="http://www.throwedrolls.com/"&gt;Lamberts Cafe&lt;/a&gt; near Springfield, MO - unbelievable food, great prices, and a little entertainment as hot dinner rolls fly across the room. I ordered the pork chops, with sides of sliced peaches and cottage cheese. Plus every meal comes with "Pass-arounds", which are brought around by restaurant staff in huge bowls and pots. The standard pass-arounds are fried okra, fried potatoes w/onions, black-eyed peas, or macaroni w/tomatoes. My plate was actually an entire skillet holding two massive pork chops and my sides. The waitress reminded us as she set our food down that we could have seconds if we wanted. Yes, that's right - if by some miracle you are still hungry after all that, you can get more of your entree - for free! My meal was about $11. (FYI - be prepared to wait at least an hour for a table as busses often stop there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus #3: Right behind the restaurant is a branch of the &lt;a href="http://www.osceola-cheese.com/defaultfront.html"&gt;Osceola Cheese Factory&lt;/a&gt; where you can sample more kinds of cheese than you ever imagined. Plus, there's not much better than fresh cheese. I sampled and shopped while we waited for our table at Lamberts and walked out with several pounds of different cheeses - like fresh smoked string cheese, white sharp cheddar, mild gouda, garlic jack, and more. Cheese is one of my favorite foods and when I can get the good stuff, I stock up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the destination. If you've never been to Branson, it's a combination of Nashville and Las Vegas. The lights on the strip could rival that of most any casino, and there are theatres and shows from one end to the other. The reason I go, the reason we went this last weekend, and the real gem of Branson is the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are the usual tourist trap shops along the strip that advertise t-shirts 3/$10 and Homemade Fudge, but this isn't our focus. Our focus is on the three outlet malls - outlets for Old Navy, Tommy, Jockey, Disney, Oneida, Pfaltzgraff, and MANY, MANY more. I actually got most of my Christmas shopping done, found an ornament set for my ornament exchange party (I'll post on that closer to the party), got two fancy tops for the upcoming cruise (more on that later also), and some things for the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very successful trip and a whole lot of fun with my cousins. I think it should be an annual event!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-116109651621907729?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/116109651621907729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=116109651621907729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116109651621907729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116109651621907729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-116051756737855029</id><published>2006-10-10T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I forget to tell you?</title><content type='html'>The first time I went camping as an adult, with some friends from work (one of whom is now my roomate) - there was a litany of things they forgot to tell me before we went off on our adventure. Like the fact that I was supposed to bring pillows. Not one mention of this fact. They told me that they had a camper - but neglected to mention that I should bring slip on shoes so that I could easily put them on in the night to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WALK TO THE BATHROOM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(another detail they forgot). They forgot to tell me to bring some sort of laundry bag to put dirty clothes in, never once mentioned that the new person is supposed to bring treats, and it completely slipped their mind to tell me that I would have to shower in place where others might see me dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I hear the phrase "Did I forget to tell you...?" - it raises some serious concerns about what's coming my way. And when my boss said it to me this morning - I knew I was in trouble. Turns out that I'm supposed to give a presentation to the entire staff tomorrow morning and have one whole day to prepare. She's known about this for MONTHS - not hours (like me) or days or even weeks - MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I quit this job (at some unknown point in the future), I think I'll just stop showing up - and when they call I'm going to say - Did I forget to tell you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-116051756737855029?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/116051756737855029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=116051756737855029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116051756737855029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/116051756737855029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/10/did-i-forget-to-tell-you.html' title='Did I forget to tell you?'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-115981598085979249</id><published>2006-10-02T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip, Hip, Hooray!</title><content type='html'>There are only 10 weeks of school left in the semester from he!! - yippee!  Only 1 presentation, 4 pieces of a group project, 6 one-page Management papers, 6 JAVA programs, 3 calculus exams, 3 JAVA exams, and 2 Management exams to go.  Ok - maybe I shouldn't be all that excited that there are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 10 weeks left.  In the beginning, I thought for sure that I'd be dead by now so the fact that I'm still kickin' is something to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have a trip to Branson, MO to look forward to with my cousins.  I shouldn't take the time and I shouldn't spend the money - but the trip itself is the therapy (stress relief) I'll need to make it through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, the roommate's son is no longer living with us.  Turns out he didn't tell us the truth about anything (or possibly very little).  You'd think I'd be jumping for joy that we have our house back to ourselves...  but the truth is I was really hoping that he would do something so she could be proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-115981598085979249?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/115981598085979249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=115981598085979249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115981598085979249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115981598085979249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/10/hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Hip, Hip, Hooray!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-115921781895030892</id><published>2006-09-25T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Ahhhhh!</title><content type='html'>I had company this past weekend, a cousin and her friend were taking a class in town and I offered them my bedroom to save the costs of hotel. Plus - I just enjoy being a hostess. When I first learned of their class and made my offer, our couch was used just for watching TV and playing with Beth's grandson; however as noted in an earlier posting, that is no longer the case since Beth's son Donny is habitating there.  So some shuffling had to be done to accommodate the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Grace is a reflexologist, and her friend Sheila is a massage therapist, and as a thank you for our hospitality - we were both treated to free massages!  What a treat!  Made especially so because we didn't have to leave the house to get it.  Imagine being done with a massage and not having to get in the car and drive home afterwards.  I'd say my euphoria and relaxation lasted well into the next day!  I've been getting my nails done at home for several years, but have now decided that I must find a regular massage therapist who will come to the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see now how someone could be a homebody.  Technology means I can work at home, go to school from home, have groceries (and anything else you can think of) delivered, have a constant stream of news and current events.  If doctors still routinely made house calls (I know there are some who do it on occasion because I work for them) - a person would never have to leave the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I enjoy seeing the world (and people) too much for it to happen to me.  So I'll just sit back and say 'ahhhh' to my first (any maybe last) home massage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-115921781895030892?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/115921781895030892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=115921781895030892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115921781895030892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115921781895030892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/09/say-ahhhhh.html' title='Say Ahhhhh!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-115867924723651448</id><published>2006-09-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples, apples everwhere!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, Nebraska was home to J. Sterling Morton - the founder of Arbor Day. Every year during September, just as the weather starts to change and the mornings are crisp and cool - Nebraska City hosts the annual Applejack Festival. It's a great place to learn (at Arbor Tree Farm), to stay (at Arbor Lodge), to shop (Craft Shows), to watch a great parade, to feel the beginnings of fall, or to eat amazing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of Forrest Gump when Bubba is naming everything you can do with shrimp, only with apples (which seem to be much more versatile than shrimp!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's ways to prepare apples:&lt;br /&gt;     apple pie&lt;br /&gt;     apple turnovers&lt;br /&gt;     applesauce&lt;br /&gt;     apple cider&lt;br /&gt;     apple donuts&lt;br /&gt;     caramel apples&lt;br /&gt;     fried apples&lt;br /&gt;     baked apples&lt;br /&gt;     dried apples&lt;br /&gt;     apple wine&lt;br /&gt;     apple beer&lt;br /&gt;     apple brats&lt;br /&gt;     apple sausage&lt;br /&gt;     apple chicken salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's activities to do with apples:&lt;br /&gt;     dunking for apples&lt;br /&gt;     apple pie-eating contest&lt;br /&gt;     apple parades&lt;br /&gt;     apple crafts&lt;br /&gt;     apple picking&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;and there's so many kinds of apples to eat or bake with:&lt;br /&gt;     jonathan&lt;br /&gt;     red delicious&lt;br /&gt;     golden delicious&lt;br /&gt;     jonagold&lt;br /&gt;     fuji&lt;br /&gt;     gala&lt;br /&gt;     granny smith&lt;br /&gt;     braeburn&lt;br /&gt;     pink lady&lt;br /&gt;     macintosh&lt;br /&gt;     cameo&lt;br /&gt;and probably hundred more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I have homework projects piled up to my eyeballs, and I'm fighting a sinus infection (probably from losing sleep over the homework); I took a few hours on Sunday to participate in the annual fall kickoff craft show frenzy. We shopped our way from one side of town to the other, we had apple pie, we got rosy cheeks from the crisp fall breeze, we bought crafts (apple related and not), and we bought apples in many forms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're ever in the area, I highly recommend a few hours with the great people of Nebraska City. And if by chance you're in the mood for apples - there's no place better than Union Orchard (just north of town) - where I got the most wonderful apple pie to take home (it was still warm from the oven)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, apple pie a-la-mode anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-115867924723651448?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/115867924723651448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=115867924723651448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115867924723651448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115867924723651448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/09/apples-apples-everwhere.html' title='Apples, apples everwhere!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-115749127424193866</id><published>2006-09-05T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going...   going...    GONE!</title><content type='html'>And good riddance!  That is what I said to the mountains of stuff I got rid of this past weekend at a yard sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something very cleansing and motivating in getting rid of the accumulations of &lt;strong&gt;"STUFF"&lt;/strong&gt;.  Makes you want to get rid of more.   So much so that Beth (my roomate) went and collected all of the decorative stuff from our bathroom to sell so that we have an excuse to redecorate it!  When it comes to "holding on" and "letting go", Beth and I are at WAY opposite ends of the spectrum.  I want to hold onto everything  &lt;em&gt;just in case&lt;/em&gt; I need it sometime (I blame my mom and grandma), and she - well - doesn't!  So I've learned to be picky about the things I hold on to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now - with the sale over - the storage areas (basement/bedroom/living room/dining room/pantry) all  have this nice clean bare look that I kind of like.  I know it won't  stay that way for long, but it's a good feeling for a little while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - On a side note - 2.5 weeks of school done, 13.5 to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-115749127424193866?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/115749127424193866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=115749127424193866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115749127424193866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115749127424193866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/09/going-going-gone.html' title='Going...   going...    GONE!'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-115643111211234243</id><published>2006-08-24T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/HPIM1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/200/HPIM1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that things will settle into a routine (ha!) - somebody tips over the apple cart. This time - just as school starts and my free time disappears - the 25 year old son of my roommate needs a place to stay in a hurry. Well - I guess that means us because he's now sleeping on my couch, eating my cereal, and worst of all - hogging my dog! I suppose to be fair I should say that the dog was his first, before he moved out of his mom's house and she moved in with me. But I'm used to the dog, I love the dog, and now I'm cast off like a dirty t-shirt (many of which I'm seeing these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest problem with the whole thing is that I listened to his mom complain about him for 2 years - before we ever lived in the same house. He wastes what little money he makes and then expects others to help him keep his cell phone on, pay his bills, etc. He won't get a second job because "I like my life fine". He never finished high school. And for 2 years he lived with his mom or dad and wouldn't get a job. Of course, his mom can't (and shouldn't) have to worry about him living on the street. But how hard can I push to get his rear end off my couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, call me Missing My Dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33168457-115643111211234243?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/115643111211234243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=115643111211234243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115643111211234243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115643111211234243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-when.html' title='Just when...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168457.post-115628078885759641</id><published>2006-08-22T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:14:35.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The student's new groove...</title><content type='html'>My roommate (Beth) and I just got back from our annual&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1024/Picture%20161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/400/Picture%20161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; road trip. This time to Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona. The beautiful places we saw (The Grand Canyon-see picture), The great food we ate (Los Cuartes and The Frontier in Albuquerque), the fun things we did (Blazin' M Ranch, Arizona Mills, Garden of the Gods, Royal Gorge, Casa Bonita), and the joy of coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back into the groove of work &amp; school (which started yesterday). Twelve credit hours may be my most ambitious undertaking yet - and when it's over an undertaker may be the only help for me! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/33168457-115628078885759641?l=the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/feeds/115628078885759641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33168457&amp;postID=115628078885759641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115628078885759641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33168457/posts/default/115628078885759641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-book-of-ruth.blogspot.com/2006/08/students-new-groove.html' title='The student&apos;s new groove...'/><author><name>Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794005688968604248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4782/3637/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
