<?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-7117076419508751191</id><updated>2012-01-06T20:28:57.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make your day count</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-470632453920428208</id><published>2012-01-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:28:57.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a slacker!</title><content type='html'>I want to blog, I really do. How is it that I can let months....years(!) pass between posts?! I am resolving to be better. Call me on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reviewing my old posts I saw a picture of he living room from two years ago! It's so much prettier now! (though I can't seem to upload a photo from the iPad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I met up with the NCMC crew. Due to changes (budget/money) several positions were cut and tonight was a "going away" party for Carol. It was fun to reconnect with some of the amazing people I've worked with over the years....even when the job wasn't my favorite, the people have been great! Geri, Lynn, Caitlyn, Carol, Brea, Megan, Xavier, Jon, Rudy, Jane....thankful to have had so many good coworker so early in my career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-470632453920428208?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/470632453920428208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=470632453920428208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/470632453920428208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/470632453920428208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2012/01/such-slacker.html' title='Such a slacker!'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-7464440400379027535</id><published>2009-03-30T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:06:22.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling in my memories</title><content type='html'>Quick update - I am in Hawaii.  I arived last Monday and was able to spend an entire week with a friend I'd not really seen in about 3 years, as well as spend the entire trip with another friend with whom I get only occasional and short visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the fun elements of the trip has been reminiscing about old memories.  However, I find that several of these stories are not logged in my memory bank anywhere.  It is a nice opportunity to have these friends refresh my memory while also making new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gone snorkeling, kayaking (and swimming unintentionally with whales), drove the road to Hana, been on black sand beach, red sand beach, saw the Ioa Needle, been to a luau....still with a few days left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-7464440400379027535?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/7464440400379027535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=7464440400379027535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7464440400379027535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7464440400379027535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2009/03/filling-in-my-memories.html' title='Filling in my memories'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-7491894160530328559</id><published>2009-02-20T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:55:39.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People living 'Plan B'</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day of work with my contract in Wyoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving home from work I heard a &lt;a href="http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=205"&gt;story &lt;/a&gt;on "This American Life" talking about people switching from their 'Plan A's to 'Plan B's....or C...., D...., F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story I heard was about a man, a Princeton graduate with a dream to be an actor, who ended up working as "Cuervo Man" as a "party catalyst."  It was funny, lots of tidbits about how the interviewer, also a Princeton grad, in some ways envied "Cuervo Man"....but really got me thinking about my 'Plan A'....'Plan B.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as my situations in life changed as I got older, I had some consistency in my views of what life would be.  I knew I would go to college, figured I would complete the OT program.  And I figured I'd find someone to share life with and be married shortly after college.  But as I approach 30 and have no clear vision of marriage in sight I wonder what my 'Plan B/C/D...?' will really be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-7491894160530328559?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/7491894160530328559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=7491894160530328559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7491894160530328559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7491894160530328559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-living-plan-b.html' title='People living &apos;Plan B&apos;'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-786808125210365170</id><published>2009-02-04T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:29:16.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving my side-project</title><content type='html'>I have decided to move my photo-of-the-day project to another location, so feel free to peek in every now and then to see what little things are going on in my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://806pm.blogspot.com/"&gt;My blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-786808125210365170?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/786808125210365170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=786808125210365170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/786808125210365170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/786808125210365170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-my-side-project.html' title='Moving my side-project'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-509388943616484142</id><published>2009-02-03T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:53:22.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkN13mDEBI/AAAAAAAABI8/wgsdfCHjKzc/s1600-h/IMG_7158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkN13mDEBI/AAAAAAAABI8/wgsdfCHjKzc/s400/IMG_7158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298781655685861394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from dinner on Saturday night - Rob and I went to a little Mexican restaurant with his friend Lonnie, Rob knows a waitress there - she used to bring her boys to the barber shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkPThnvyuI/AAAAAAAABJE/uOfltqW8R7E/s1600-h/IMG_7174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkPThnvyuI/AAAAAAAABJE/uOfltqW8R7E/s400/IMG_7174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298783264695110370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we watched the Super Bowl with friends Mark, Mindy, and Lonnie.  Even though there were only five of us, we prepared enough food for twice that many!  Rob ordered the best ribs from a shop in Tennessee, made wings, I made two pizzas from scratch (I know!), and a cheese-beef dip.  Don't even get me started on the desserts! Rob was really happy the Steelers won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkcEvuka_I/AAAAAAAABJM/zw70HeBUFnc/s1600-h/IMG_7176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkcEvuka_I/AAAAAAAABJM/zw70HeBUFnc/s400/IMG_7176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298797304434945010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some reason, on Sunday night I hardly slept.  I must have dozed, but it was the kind of sleep where you never feel rested, and I saw every hour of the night.  Monday was a long day, so when I finally got home, walked the dog, had something for dinner, that was about all I could muster.  So here is where I ended up.  I had a glorious nine straight hours of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkegyuGuuI/AAAAAAAABJU/P0gMthVkVgs/s1600-h/IMG_7178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkegyuGuuI/AAAAAAAABJU/P0gMthVkVgs/s400/IMG_7178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298799985297898210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is tonight - one of the things I really like about Rob is that when he says he'll call me, that's exactly what he does.  Dating from different cities is not much fun, but we've made it work pretty well.  We talk a couple of times each day, generally after work and before bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-509388943616484142?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/509388943616484142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=509388943616484142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/509388943616484142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/509388943616484142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-back-from-dinner-on-saturday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYkN13mDEBI/AAAAAAAABI8/wgsdfCHjKzc/s72-c/IMG_7158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-1241602204187082951</id><published>2009-01-31T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:21:49.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.30.09 - Yay Friday!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I have always been this way, but I think I am turning into a "rut" type of person.  Between my various internship experiences and now my contract job, I see a certain set of patterns that emerge within my week.  I grocery shop on Monday, I fill my gas tank on Thursdays, take the dog for a good walk on Saturdays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fridays we usually get a late new patient at work.  By the time I finish doing the new evaluation on that patient, they are tired, I am tired, and it is late.  I go home from work, I pack my car, run the dog around a bit, and head for Colorado.  So on Friday I generally have no motivation to make dinner.  There is a great little &lt;a href="http://www.breadbasketbakery.com/"&gt;sandwich shop&lt;/a&gt; just a block from my house where I will sometimes get a turkey and swiss sandwich with a delicious cookie.  This Friday however, I was the lucky recipient of the leftover bowl of salad from a lunch ordered in for a work meeting.  For a change I actually ate something that didn't require any effort but was actually somewhat good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYSUHzRuXII/AAAAAAAABI0/cW7XyMjIQpc/s1600-h/1.30.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYSUHzRuXII/AAAAAAAABI0/cW7XyMjIQpc/s400/1.30.09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521923439090818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-1241602204187082951?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/1241602204187082951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=1241602204187082951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/1241602204187082951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/1241602204187082951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2009/01/13009-yay-friday.html' title='1.30.09 - Yay Friday!'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYSUHzRuXII/AAAAAAAABI0/cW7XyMjIQpc/s72-c/1.30.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-4829078422306420889</id><published>2009-01-29T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:01:16.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Project - 806pm</title><content type='html'>I will first be honest and say I am borrowing this idea from a story I heard on NPR.  I cannot find a link to the story, but the idea behind it was to snap a photo each day at the same time. In this way, a person could capture the day-to-day memories throughout the year.  A main point in the story was that most photos are staged, capturing special events like a birthday, a sporting event, a holiday party...  But with these daily pictures one could see the more mundane, but not necessarily less significant moments that make up a year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will not be diligent about posting my pictures each day...and I am not sure if I am going to post a week's pictures at a time, or just a few with short explanations.  But at the very least I figured this might be a fun thing to try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appointed time will be 806 pm.  Tonight at that time I was laying on my couch, watching a dvd, and petting my dog, Mattie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYJ6gTU0GUI/AAAAAAAABIs/XayqvaeVrZk/s1600-h/Mattie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYJ6gTU0GUI/AAAAAAAABIs/XayqvaeVrZk/s400/Mattie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296930807103101250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-4829078422306420889?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/4829078422306420889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=4829078422306420889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/4829078422306420889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/4829078422306420889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-project-806pm.html' title='New Project - 806pm'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SYJ6gTU0GUI/AAAAAAAABIs/XayqvaeVrZk/s72-c/Mattie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-7723834964755195929</id><published>2009-01-21T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:38:50.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SXgErAr7EqI/AAAAAAAABIc/-A3jYKA5Y80/s1600-h/diary_open_520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SXgErAr7EqI/AAAAAAAABIc/-A3jYKA5Y80/s400/diary_open_520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293986498939130530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am buried deep within the quest to organize my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having lived in Cheyenne for two months now, I am not unpacked.  I promised myself I would unpack with purpose - with a critical eye to examine what I have, why, and what I can pass on.  Slow slow slow this process has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among my slow unpacking, I came across an old journal.  While reading through some of the passages (from only a year-ish ago) I saw two startling things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not a very regular journal writer (or blogger as you can see!).&lt;br /&gt;2. Much has changed in just a year or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsistent though I may be - I will not give up!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as change, I find it both encouraging and discouraging all at once.  While, of course, there are many things that should and must change, it is difficult to see those things that have, but I never wished to.  There are countless examples of prayers answered: marriages, families growing, jobs secured...but at the same time, a year ago there were friendships in my life that I could never imagine being any different.  In such a short time I feel I hardly know how these friends are doing anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, a lot can change in a year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-7723834964755195929?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/7723834964755195929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=7723834964755195929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7723834964755195929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7723834964755195929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2009/01/patterns.html' title='Patterns'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SXgErAr7EqI/AAAAAAAABIc/-A3jYKA5Y80/s72-c/diary_open_520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-7718762794140466105</id><published>2008-12-02T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:42:09.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm long overdue for an update - but I am low on energy and will keep this brief for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dog - Maddie, my new little corgi, has been mine for about three weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job - I am working a contract position in a rehab hospital in Cheyenne.  So for 13 weeks this is my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living alone for the first time - ever.  It is a strange combination of comfortable and uncomfortable.  I have to get used to being around only me.  The dog helps.  I decided not to get tv.  There are so many things that I've said I'd do "when I have the time."  So far, I've been unpacking boxes....but presumably I'll do some of those things soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still searching for what I will do once these 13 weeks are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill in details later, but for now at least there is something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-7718762794140466105?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/7718762794140466105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=7718762794140466105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7718762794140466105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7718762794140466105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-2820279223366007774</id><published>2008-11-08T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:39:39.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRYE2W1kS3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/mdDJFbDfONI/s1600-h/debt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRYE2W1kS3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/mdDJFbDfONI/s320/debt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266402146146077554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the most recent numbers for the total amount that I now owe to the federal government for my student loans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wonders now, had I known when I started college that this would be the total (growing total) that I now owe, would I have still done college?...grad school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at my current monthly payment, I should have the loans paid off by the year 2019.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........sigh.  Tara, maybe I'll be taking that $75/hr job in Alaska now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-2820279223366007774?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/2820279223366007774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=2820279223366007774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/2820279223366007774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/2820279223366007774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-much.html' title='How much?!'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRYE2W1kS3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/mdDJFbDfONI/s72-c/debt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-1871663023244612780</id><published>2008-11-07T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:10:04.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>craft-cocaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRSgUOBU27I/AAAAAAAABII/onHVbcB70C8/s1600-h/scrapbooking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRSgUOBU27I/AAAAAAAABII/onHVbcB70C8/s320/scrapbooking.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266010133524437938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a discount store and saw discounted blank scrapbooks, and discounted papers, and discounted stickers and so on. For a very reasonable price I was able to purchase a book, papers, and a few embellishments - all coordinated to eliminate the need to buy more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to learn two things: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Scrapbooking takes FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;* There is always something more that you think you might need to make the perfect page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sticking to the discounted items....but let me confess that the checkers at the craft store know my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-1871663023244612780?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/1871663023244612780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=1871663023244612780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/1871663023244612780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/1871663023244612780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/11/craft-cocaine.html' title='craft-cocaine'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRSgUOBU27I/AAAAAAAABII/onHVbcB70C8/s72-c/scrapbooking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-6706946007316911785</id><published>2008-11-06T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:11:50.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>My friend, &lt;a href="http://seeinggodsgoodness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara&lt;/a&gt;, tagged me! Here are the rules as well as my responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRMYq6cpZmI/AAAAAAAABIA/FBDIGVh9ioc/s1600-h/tagged%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRMYq6cpZmI/AAAAAAAABIA/FBDIGVh9ioc/s400/tagged%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265579514849224290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to read. I really enjoy starting a book and being completely wrapped up in it. But I am terrible about finishing a book. Perhaps part of my problem is that I don't want an enjoyable book to end! So I have a bookshelf filled with books I've read - most of the way through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I start a new job in a few weeks and am terribly nervous about being on my own. I am afraid that I will end up walking the halls of the hospital without a clue as to what I should do with my patients. I know this won't happen, but it is still my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My most silly pet-peeves are drivers who drive with their blinker on, but don't turn or change lanes; and drivers who like to declare how big of a fan they are by placing a team logo sticker on their car - but are not fan enough to know how to put it on straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. One reason is because many of my family members have November or early December birthdays. So Thanksgiving becomes a mini reunion as well as a great meal! Also, while many other holidays have become commercialized and involve the potential for gift-giving-stress, it seems that Thanksgiving is still about reflecting on all that there is to be thankful for and spending time with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My friends are amazing. We all used to live reasonably close to each other, but the past few years have found us geographically scattered. Michigan, Utah, Hawaii, Louisiana, Oregon, Montana, South Dakota....it is weird to think that most of my friends don't live near me anymore but thanks to cell phones (I love the Verizon in-network calling!) we are still involved in each others' lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a fear of bears/mountain lions that has no real cause.  I know it is good to have a healthy respect for natural predators, but I have never seen a bear or lion.  I love camping and backpacking - so when I am in my tent at night listening to the sounds of the forest, I convince myself that it is a bear lurking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I started knitting a baby blanket for a friend of mine when I found out she was pregnant.  Her baby is now 7 months old.  When I had another friend become pregnant, I thought I'd finish the blanket and give it to her.  Her baby is now 4 months old.  I have another friend who has carried and birthed her baby.  Still no blanket.  Knitting a baby blanket on size 7 needles takes a long time!  I might not be fast, but I am persistent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging:  &lt;a href="http://skrimshander-boqpod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt;, Megan, &lt;a href="http://whenhopefloats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/kaminablue"&gt;Kami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-6706946007316911785?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/6706946007316911785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=6706946007316911785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/6706946007316911785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/6706946007316911785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SRMYq6cpZmI/AAAAAAAABIA/FBDIGVh9ioc/s72-c/tagged%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-815710755519495788</id><published>2008-10-23T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:43:31.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headhunters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SQCNRJ4FOoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_n1shb4OvQA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SQCNRJ4FOoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_n1shb4OvQA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260359690617174658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 2 hours of posting my resume online I received my first call.  By noon the following day I had received 20 calls.  Now, still only one week later, I am constantly hearing the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOmcLIzIuzc"&gt;ring &lt;/a&gt;of my own cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun keeping a spreadsheet to track each contact, with each company, what jobs they have to offer, the pay, the location....and so on.  With all of the jobs out there, it seems that Colorado is apparently all stocked up on OTs.  I've heard many reasons including no required licensure, great environment, close to OT program...and so on.  No one is optimistic that I will find a job in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of fun to talk about different locations with these recruiters.  So far I've leared where Farmington, NM...Gallipolis, OH...Zanesville, OH...are located as well as considered the coast of Maine, Portland, Tennessee, Nevada, Utah...even now I am on the phone with a recruiter who just called....They may have toll-free numbers, but I still have to keep an eye on my cell phone minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am hoping to stay in this area and at the same time find a job that will be a good fit for me personally and in terms of career development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-815710755519495788?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/815710755519495788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=815710755519495788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/815710755519495788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/815710755519495788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/10/headhunters.html' title='Headhunters'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SQCNRJ4FOoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_n1shb4OvQA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-5036936509429947168</id><published>2008-10-02T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:30:12.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall, Bugling, and Silly Questions</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Rob and I drove to Rocky Mt. National Park to see the leaves and hear the elk.  It was a wonderful day, nicely timed to see the beginning of the leaves changing.  Even the drive up the canyon was prettier than I remembered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the park we enjoyed the expected clumps of tourists gawking at some elk standing near the side of the road.  There was one woman in particular who was not shy or quiet with her wildlife comments - about and to the animals!  A few days later I saw a bit on the local news with an interview of a park ranger.  This ranger said he'd been overwhelmed with the silly nature of some of the questions tourists would ask.  "How old are the deer when they turn into elk?"  Or similarly, "At what elevation do deer become elk?"  While there might not be any stupid questions, I still think there are definitely silly ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, there were many elk.  While I had been into the park several times before, this was the first time that I'd heard the elk bugle!  It was amazing to sit watching a bull with his cows and hear him call to another bull out of sight and hear that bull call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing we did was hike to Cub Lake.  I had done this hike with my dad about 10 years ago and have wanted to go back from the moment we left.  It was a short hike, still longer than I remembered, and well worth the effort to reach the lake again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SOW7fVBAqzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pOeO41zW01I/s1600-h/IMG_6920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SOW7fVBAqzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pOeO41zW01I/s400/IMG_6920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252810687289273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-5036936509429947168?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/5036936509429947168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=5036936509429947168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/5036936509429947168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/5036936509429947168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-bugling-and-silly-questions.html' title='Fall, Bugling, and Silly Questions'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SOW7fVBAqzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pOeO41zW01I/s72-c/IMG_6920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-3672108075904035830</id><published>2008-10-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:30:37.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>It is October 1, and that means it is time to add another goal to the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Connie (my friend and teammate in monthly goals) and mentioned that I would like to expand the scope of my goals beyond just exercise and food related ones for a few reasons. First off, life is more than food and exercise. Secondly, I feel like I would be better able to incorporate goals without burn-out if they all don't center around food. Spacing those food/exercise goals out among ones of other areas might allow me more time to incorporate them as habits rather than rushing onto another facet of food consumption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junkcreation.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/dentalfloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px;" src="http://www.junkcreation.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/dentalfloss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my goal for October is to be a daily flosser. I know, exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-3672108075904035830?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/3672108075904035830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=3672108075904035830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/3672108075904035830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/3672108075904035830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-8734047450020787074</id><published>2008-09-18T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:51:03.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - It's what makes a Subaru a Subaru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SNJz-2PD5UI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_i-2sAztkhg/s1600-h/2747_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SNJz-2PD5UI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_i-2sAztkhg/s320/2747_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247384039387817282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    I got a call this morning from my mechanic saying my car was done and working as intended!  Better yet, I was also told that the total cost of repairs and parts came in at $200 less than the lower end of the estimate range.  This is not the first time that my mechanic has provided quality repairs at a price below the initial estimate.  It feels great to have a place to take my car and not have to worry that I will be taken advantage of!  So thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.rmautoperformance.com/index.php"&gt;Wayne and Joe &lt;/a&gt;for taking such good care of me and my car!  Now I very well may have enough money left over from the accident to repair the damage to my car door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a good mechanic near you? Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.cartalk.com/content/mechx/find.html"&gt;Mechanics Files &lt;/a&gt;to find one near you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-8734047450020787074?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/8734047450020787074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=8734047450020787074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/8734047450020787074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/8734047450020787074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-its-what-makes-subaru-subaru.html' title='Love - It&apos;s what makes a Subaru a Subaru'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SNJz-2PD5UI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_i-2sAztkhg/s72-c/2747_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-2621153551824067070</id><published>2008-09-11T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:34:09.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnw-1H9iyI/AAAAAAAAAr0/LebDc_kNHFk/s1600-h/jobsearchnewspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnw-1H9iyI/AAAAAAAAAr0/LebDc_kNHFk/s320/jobsearchnewspaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244988203252681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been job-hunting lately. It seems that many of the "promising" leads early on have fizzled out. Today I started up my profile on a networking site (www.linkedin.com) in hopes of revealing potential job connections. While I am still looking for some local options, it appears there are many occupational therapy themed groups. It is a place to start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-2621153551824067070?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/2621153551824067070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=2621153551824067070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/2621153551824067070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/2621153551824067070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/09/job-search.html' title='The Job Search'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnw-1H9iyI/AAAAAAAAAr0/LebDc_kNHFk/s72-c/jobsearchnewspaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-3363290861014863502</id><published>2008-09-09T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:06:15.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don's Towing Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMaQnWA9PQI/AAAAAAAAAqw/cNzS63vIyYc/s1600-h/IMG_6818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMaQnWA9PQI/AAAAAAAAAqw/cNzS63vIyYc/s320/IMG_6818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244037821718412546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched Don, a bearded man with a long, white ponytail, cart my car away. He laughed at me for being sad, but I really was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad for the inconvenience of being without my car for a week or two. Sad for the bill that will come at the end of that time. But mostly sad to see my car out of commission, ratcheted down on a flatbed truck...a giant paper weight...or small storage locker...but not the lively vehicle that has taken me to many places over the past few years. It is the first car that I felt safe driving in the snow - we easily went snowshoeing, Christmas tree cutting, and the car brought me safely between Laramie and Loveland and Glenwood Springs and Loveland in many terrible snow storms. This is the car that Emily and Aidan and I drove to Oregon to visit Megan. So seeing my car, unable to be driven, I &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;sad as Don towed it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-3363290861014863502?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/3363290861014863502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=3363290861014863502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/3363290861014863502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/3363290861014863502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/09/dons-towing-service.html' title='Don&apos;s Towing Service'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMaQnWA9PQI/AAAAAAAAAqw/cNzS63vIyYc/s72-c/IMG_6818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-6054082677916707677</id><published>2008-09-07T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:47:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "T word"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMQuih48cEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6A4h_thkK18/s1600-h/gasp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMQuih48cEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6A4h_thkK18/s400/gasp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243367036913741890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car started having some troubles staying in 5th gear, and after some research online I decided to take the car into my mechanic to see what might be the issue. I had some small hopes that instead of a giant, costly repair it would be a simple fix. Unfortunately my mechanic used the "T word"....transmission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite assurances that I had time, my transmission has given up the ghost. It really couldn't be much more convenient...considering. I was pulling into a friend's driveway when it ceased working altogether, and I do have some funds from an earlier accident that will now be allocated to new repairs. (Who would have ever thought that a minor accident would be such a blessing now!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I will get to juggle commitments with borrowing vehicles and getting more exercise by biking to nearby errands! (silver lining!)  Hopefully the next few weeks will continue to go smoothly with speedy repairs and such!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-6054082677916707677?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/6054082677916707677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=6054082677916707677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/6054082677916707677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/6054082677916707677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-word.html' title='The &quot;T word&quot;'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMQuih48cEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/6A4h_thkK18/s72-c/gasp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-3855773288546644496</id><published>2008-09-02T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:53:04.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in shape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SL4KBekGFvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6M36AmwS_6Y/s1600-h/bicepReduced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SL4KBekGFvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6M36AmwS_6Y/s200/bicepReduced.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241638036806440690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing an internship in Laramie I found myself with loads of free time. I'd go for walks every day after work mostly to pass the time.  Soon I had a regular habit of an hour or more of brisk walking most days of the week.  And it showed too!  I dropped a quick 10lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next internship was in Glenwood Springs over the winter where we saw 13 feet of snow over the winter months.  That combined with my need to have my nose in a book left me in a more sedentary state.  And that too showed.  Back came the 10lbs plus more.  Time for some change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past several years I've come to learn about what motivates me.  It is time to use some of these lessons to help me stick to my plan to get back into shape.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I used to have free access to the university rec center with top of the line equipment, yet I rarely used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have a limited income and don't like to waste my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I like to measure and track information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, I can use all of these to help me adhere to my fitness goals!  I happened across a very cheap gym membership. Being financially invested, even a little bit, encourages me to hit the gym on the way home from work rather than stopping home for dinner and never again stepping out of the house!  Even though the monthy fee is small, I'd prefer not to pay a gym for me not to use it.  So I figured I should use it, at minimum, frequently enought to make it cheaper on average visit than a pay-per-visit fee at a community rec center.  So far so good.  I feel better actually  moving and making my body work in ways it was intended to (not just flipping TV stations or internet surfing...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will have to check in here occasionally to prove that my investment has really been a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-3855773288546644496?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/3855773288546644496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=3855773288546644496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/3855773288546644496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/3855773288546644496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-in-shape.html' title='Not in shape'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SL4KBekGFvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6M36AmwS_6Y/s72-c/bicepReduced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117076419508751191.post-7293287453573873668</id><published>2008-08-26T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:36:17.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SLTLWRYAFPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ri3dEJAp_2k/s1600-h/2-career-transition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SLTLWRYAFPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ri3dEJAp_2k/s320/2-career-transition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239035850020361458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been in a season of transition.  I am leaving the world of being a student and preparing to enter that of a young professional.  I feel that I must be getting closer to the latter, but I can't say how long until that happens.  I have decided to take advantage of this undefined period of time to organize my life, to establish some good habits, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is to be used as a tool for me to do so.  That said, it will probably be a random compilation of the things I am trying to simultaneously work through.  Take from it what you will...and I hope you enjoy my ramblings and peeks into my life these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117076419508751191-7293287453573873668?l=makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/feeds/7293287453573873668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117076419508751191&amp;postID=7293287453573873668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7293287453573873668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117076419508751191/posts/default/7293287453573873668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeyourdaycount.blogspot.com/2008/08/intent.html' title='Intent'/><author><name>Lys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SMnuhkf9UsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ccb896e3Rhg/S220/Profile+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AOjhGmDgWQE/SLTLWRYAFPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ri3dEJAp_2k/s72-c/2-career-transition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
