<?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-25603024</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:14:44.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona's Farrago</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-6318465775785986122</id><published>2008-02-10T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:41.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planned Parenthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R692gRhBBUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N0SpFN0f7BU/s1600-h/omsc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R692gRhBBUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N0SpFN0f7BU/s320/omsc.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165477594447021378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday there is a man in the county where I live who gets out of bed, dresses himself, drives to the local Planned Parenthood building and protests for eight hours.  He is Pro-Life.  He is white.  His signs vary from week to week.  Sometimes they are a simple message of choosing life while at others they are an in-your-face condemnation of those who believe in abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who read my blog, you know my stance.  I am pro-choice, pro-abortion, pro-sex education and a supporter/volunteer of Planned Parenthood.  It amazes me that someone can feel so strong a conviction on this topic that they would give a day of their life each week in protest.  A man, who will never be in the position of having to make that decision, could feel such overwhelming vehemence against how a woman chooses to deal with her body.  In a way, I almost wish my conviction was that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, a friend called to tell me that this man, this man who once served as a member of our School Board, was once again standing on the side of State Road 60 with his narrow-minded and ignorant sign.  Apparently on that day, he was demonstrating his conviction alone.  A myriad of feelings raced through me as I hit 'end' on my cell.  I wanted to scream.  I was immediately angry.  I wanted to put on my clothes and push through my hangover from hell and drive downtown and confront him.  I wanted to stand in front of his stupid little sign and prevent his ignorance from infecting or hurting anyone else.  I wanted to yell at him until he went away.  I wanted to talk to him until he saw reason.  I just wanted him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have considered myself a feminist for quite some time and have always been pro-choice.  However, in the last seven years, after working with all of these low socio-economic students, I feel stronger about the existence of Planned Parenthood than ever before.  I've seen these girls who have been molested, raped and seriously taken advantage of.  I've seen the fear in their eyes, the feeling of total helplessness and loss of control.  I've seen them struggle with the decision to have an abortion and more times than I would like to remember I've seen them struggle even harder with their choice to keep the baby.  They are children themselves.  Lost, confused and hurting.  At fourteen they are required to make a decision that will live with them for the rest of their lives and more often than not, they choose to continue the cycle of poverty that they were born into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this person, this man, this white, rich, suburban southern baptist, have any right to criticize the choice these girls are making?  How could he be so blind as to think he has any idea?  This man may be pro-life, but he certainly isn't pro-child.  The damage he did within our school system will remain for years to come.  And these children that he feels should be born, has he taken a step to assist in their lives?  He hasn't helped serve food at the homeless shelter.  He hasn't been at the local youth activity center volunteering his free time to tutor and entertain these children while the women he say should keep the babies work minimum wage jobs that won't even put food on the table.  He hasn't done anything to assist in the lives of those who actually choose life.  And perhaps that is my biggest complaint with the fanatical pro-lifers.  While they spend so much time insisting that everyone should have a right to live, they do nothing to help improve those lives.  There is no community outreach.  No help for the young mothers.  Nothing to aide them after their decision has been made.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is just that I am so thoroughly ingrained in my beliefs that I can't see the other side.  I like to think I can but on this one I'm stumped.  Life is precious, but quality of life is equally so.  Next Friday, this man will once again park his car and pull his picket sign out of the trunk and spend countless hours hurling accusations at women who enter the Planned Parenthood building.  And I will get up and get dressed and go to school and try to teach those same girls that they need an education, they need to believe in themselves and they need to work hard in school in order to have a better life.  I can't hold a giant white sheet up in front of this man and block his message, but I'll continue to be an example to my girls.  To show them that strength in women should be applauded.  That it is their life and their body and their right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you too are an advocate of choice, you can &lt;a href="http://www.ppaction.org/campaign/omsc_petition"&gt;Join the One Million Strong Campaign&lt;/a&gt;.  The One Million Strong Campaign is a Planned Parenthood Action Fund-sponsored effort, combining national, state, and local Action Funds to identify, energize, and mobilize one million pro-choice voters in the coming election.  With your support, we will work to elect pro-choice candidates at every level, including a pro-choice president and Senate and House members; pass laws and policies that support women's health; defeat anti-choice ballot measures; and turn out one million pro-choice voters in November 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I am speaking from my own personal experience.  I have looked for resources for my girls for several years now and there is nothing available from the local church and pro-life organization in my county.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-6318465775785986122?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/6318465775785986122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=6318465775785986122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/6318465775785986122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/6318465775785986122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/02/planned-parenthood.html' title='Planned Parenthood'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R692gRhBBUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N0SpFN0f7BU/s72-c/omsc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-1303028490915278052</id><published>2008-02-10T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:07:05.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Musings...</title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon here in Florida.  The temperature is about 72 degrees, the windows are open, there is an awesome breeze and I'm getting to sit here and cyber-surf.  Gawd, I love days like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of stuff floating around in my head, but I'm not sure any of it is really worth a full blog post.  So, I think this will just be my completely random snippets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm totally a Hillary Fan.  I voted for Hil in the primaries and I'm really hopeful that she will get the Democratic nomination.  And thankfully, I'll be happy with Obama even if Hillary doesn't get the nomination.  However, in my book, experience is key.  I recently saw the kick ass video on YouTube for Obama by a collective group of public figures, and yes, while it is cool, I worry that he isn't mature enough or experienced enough to really carry off real change.  And while Hillary may not be as radical as I would like, there is just no way I can't vote for a woman, especially one with her qualifications.  So, in the words of my favorite tee, "Just vote for the bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really been slacking at work lately.  Well, okay, not slacking (totally not me) but not the completely anal retentive version of me that I usually am.  Why?  Oh, I guess I've just realized that I need to chill out and have a life.  No matter how much I do at work, there is always going to be more to do.  Plus, I think it helps the kids that I'm not so 'on it' all the time.  FCAT is coming up and the stress of that is about to begin.  It isn't something I'm looking forward to, mainly because I know how difficult it is on the kids.  Plus, it's really exhausting trying to make test prep fun and exciting for low achieving kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, hmmmm, what can I say?  LOL  You know, the divorce was really hard for me, for a variety of reasons, and I just abhorred everyone who repeated the old cliche that 'there is a reason for everything'.  No, seriously, it was like nails down a chalkboard for me.  I didn't want to evaluate the past five years of my life and I certainly didn't want to think about the future, but man, time is the best kind of medicine.  Now, looking back, they were right.  There certainly is a reason for everything that happens.  I've had to work really hard at not regretting my years of marriage with Linc and instead enjoying the memories and seeing how it shaped me into the person I am today.  Now that I've completed the familial obligations of love and marriage, I really get to think about who I am and I what I want out of life.  I've spent so many years trying to please my parents and make them happy, and while some of the things I did were really great for my life (softball, teaching), others weren't and it took this divorce to make me see that.  So, I'm enjoying my friends, I'm doing some writing that I never would have attempted and I'm in a relationship that is just amazing.  So yeah, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been reading much romance lately.  Why?  I don't know.  Perhaps I'm just not out of my cynical stage yet or maybe its something more.  I've been reading a lot more non fiction than fiction these days.  I reread the series by Dave Pelzer (A Child Called It, Lost Boy and A Man Named Dave).  A Child Called It is definitely a thought provoking book.  I also read Family Outing by Chasity Bono which I wasn't expecting to be very good but I was pleasantly surprised.  It's mostly a collection of other's stories and she had help writing the book, so all in all it was good.  And of course, I'm reading tons for school.  I'm currently on Absolute Brightness by James Lecesne.  Its an ARC I got from a friend.  And I have Beastly by Alex Flinn in my TBR.  Beastly is a teen ARC I got in Toronto and never got around to reading.  I've had three girls read it and they have just raved and raved, so I'm going to see what all the fuss is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off Topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of artists I want to download on my iTunes.  Flo Rida being the main one.  I try and try to expand my musical pallate, and as much as I like other artists, I always gravitate back to hard rap and hip hop.  What is that?  Why on earth is a little country girl so drawn to that kind of music.  Must be something with my subconscious.  You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, do I want to even begin to tackle the to do list?  Hmmm, lets see.&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy new clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. Wash my sneakers (like ten pair!)&lt;br /&gt;3. File papers&lt;br /&gt;4. Take books to book store&lt;br /&gt;5. Put away my Christmas decorations ( I KNOW!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Call Grandma and wish her Happy Birthday (87!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Call my Aunt Janice because I haven't done that in like two months!&lt;br /&gt;8. Send Emma and Alexa a post card.&lt;br /&gt;9. Go over and visit with my friend Q since she isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;10. Clean my house (um, maybe I'll skip this one?)&lt;br /&gt;11. Organize my scrapbooking stuff. (I haven't done this since BEFORE I moved!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Okay, I'm going to stop before I get overwhelmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-1303028490915278052?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/1303028490915278052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=1303028490915278052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/1303028490915278052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/1303028490915278052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-musings.html' title='Sunday Musings...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-8617216010040267190</id><published>2008-01-30T14:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:50:17.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I can't post at school, which is why I haven't been putting posts up.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm trying the new e-mail in your post option.&amp;nbsp; Will be interesting to see if this works.&amp;nbsp; Holly, I know you've done this before, right?&amp;nbsp; If any of you have tips, I'd love to have them.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;PS: This counts as my post for the day!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#32;        &lt;hr size=1&gt;Never miss a thing.  &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/evt=51438/*http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs"&gt; Make Yahoo your homepage.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-8617216010040267190?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/8617216010040267190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=8617216010040267190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/8617216010040267190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/8617216010040267190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-try-this.html' title='Let&apos;s try this...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-1517997695021494923</id><published>2008-01-30T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T06:34:26.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?</title><content type='html'>My last post was January 8th?  Crud, bad blogger.  Bad, bad blogger.  OKay, so I'm never home to write!  Sheesh.  Gimme a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting today...promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I will TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-1517997695021494923?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/1517997695021494923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=1517997695021494923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/1517997695021494923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/1517997695021494923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/what.html' title='What?!?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-7268695771318407331</id><published>2008-01-08T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:20:23.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Baby, What's Your Sign?</title><content type='html'>Libra in a Nutshell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born: September 23 – October 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Element: Air – communicative and logical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality: Cardinal, the quality that signifies change and movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbol: The Scales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Day: Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Number: 6 and 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Color: Blue and &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 100%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 0.07em solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.lifescript.com/channels/healthy_living/Life_Tips/your_zodiac_sign_the_laid-back_libra.asp?page=2&amp;amp;trans=1#" target="_blank" itxtdid="5149672"&gt;lavender&lt;/a&gt;, the colors of harmony and refinement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra Traits: Charming, indecisive, diplomatic, easy-going, vulnerable, idealistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will ever accuse a Libra of not being fair. With the Libra symbol of the Scales on your side, you are a seeker of balance, justice and order.You are objective, always able to see both sides of every story, and you are good at handling a crisis. You avoid conflict at all costs, which is why you try to be so peaceful.Striking a harmonic balance in all areas of your life is a continuous &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 100%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 0.07em solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.lifescript.com/channels/healthy_living/Life_Tips/your_zodiac_sign_the_laid-back_libra.asp?page=2&amp;amp;trans=1#" target="_blank" itxtdid="5205307"&gt;goal&lt;/a&gt; of yours. But don’t think just yet that every Libra should enroll in law school to become a judge, because your ever-present indecisiveness would get in the way of making rulings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;Partnerships with friends and lovers bring out the best in you. You are emotionally driven in all of your relationships and possess the gift of understanding others’ feelings and needs.Part of your charm is having a knack for making other people feel important. It’s a good thing you are so socially inclined since you despise being alone.One relationship technique native to the Libra sign is giving in during an argument just for the sake of not ruffling any feathers, even when you know you’re right. This is where the diplomatic side of you comes in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-7268695771318407331?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lifescript.com/channels/healthy_living/Life_Tips/your_zodiac_sign_the_laid-back_libra.asp?trans=1&amp;du=1&amp;gclid=CLmez8_U55ACFQYXswodRj_SWg&amp;ef_id=1350:3:fb3329ea17307182e879cbf11e41a65b_561296165:SfbP0NBkAWcAAB0nMewAAAAW:20080108221339' title='Hey Baby, What&apos;s Your Sign?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/7268695771318407331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=7268695771318407331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7268695771318407331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7268695771318407331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-baby-whats-your-sign.html' title='Hey Baby, What&apos;s Your Sign?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-2084981964775348593</id><published>2008-01-08T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:06:39.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Um...I got nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-2084981964775348593?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/2084981964775348593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=2084981964775348593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2084981964775348593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2084981964775348593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Tuesday!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-8886633245332850452</id><published>2008-01-06T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:08:01.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Books...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B is for Books&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Books!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God I love books.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Love, love, love!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first book that I remember was the Very Hungry Caterpillar.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I loved that thing!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had the kind with the really thick pressed pages so I could read it again and again and it never wore out.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve always been a good (and fast) reader.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I started reading the classics in middle school, along with teen horror king Christopher Pike.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pike wrote about sex, which was water-to-a-dying-man for a thirteen year old.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I actually think it was that aspect in his books that ultimately led me to love the romance genre.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But gosh, I have so many memories about books; I wouldn’t even know what story to tell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;My Top 4 most memorable books (like the kind that I can still remember the covers in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;Th The Hungry Caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;Final Friends by Christopher Pike&lt;br /&gt;Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card&lt;br /&gt;Perfect by Judith McNaught&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know what you have to do...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Okay, so I’m going to tell the embarrassing 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade yearbook story.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whenever this memory pops up in my head I take a second to go back to 1994 and then I cringe in utter embarrassment.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even now, all these years later, I am so.fucking.embarrassed!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I did the absolute stupidest shit in school.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How I made it through, I’ll never know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade I was head over heels in love with Russ.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had dated off and on since 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were even one of the first couples to *gasp* French-kiss in 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade (quite the big deal back then).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then, in 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade, Russ decides he likes Heather better and drops me harder than a 400 pound man out of an airplane.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was crushed. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Devastated.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Heart-broken.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Life could not…would not go on.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I was thirteen and as most young, hormone raging adolescents do, I quickly recovered.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tony liked me!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tony, who was tall, dark, and han…no ladies and gentleman, Tony was not handsome.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was tall and dark, but his head was too big for his neck, his nose was too big for his face and he looked like a pepperoni pizza on steroids.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, what was I thinking?!?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tony’s mother was also a teacher so we began spending our afternoons together, he asked me out, we held hands at lunch, and life was grand.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the year Tony asked me to go to the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade dance with him *sigh* and I said yes.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had the biggest poufy hair at the dance, I wore a purple dress and he had a tie to match and we slow danced the night away.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pure bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next Monday at school we finally got our long awaited yearbooks.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can still remember it like it was yesterday.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tony sat in front of me in Mrs. Jacob’s home ec class.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;During second period he turned around and handed me his yearbook.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I was Tony’s girl, I got to sign his yearbook first (insert little girl squeal here).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was at the height of my Christopher Pike obsession at this point and had just finished reading Final Friends 3: The Graduation.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In this book, the main characters are graduating from high school and the first two chapters are small inscriptions that they are making in each other’s yearbooks.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One character, Bubba, is the rudest and crudest of them all (and duh, my favorite!).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, as you can imagine, Bubba writes a particularly ‘racy’ message in Sara’s yearbook.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I read it a week earlier I just knew that was what I had to write in Tony’s yearbook when he gave it to me!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He would see that I was a woman who was sexy and smart and knew what she wanted.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What the hell was I thinking???&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And why, why oh why, did it not dawn on me in the ensuing seven days that this would be an utter mistake?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But alas, I was thirteen, the hormones were raging, and I, apparently, had no brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My inscription in Tony’s yearbook (verbatim from the book):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Dearest Tony,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My heart patters at the thought of us making love tonight above the deep ocean swells, our bodies locked in passion, the salty sweat on the burning flesh of our entangled limbs mingling like oil and wine, ready to burst into flaming ecstasy.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My head swoons.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tonight, Tony, I promise you, will be our night.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The gods will envy our joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But we mustn’t be foolish.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We mustn’t forget, in our carnal hunger for each other, certain responsibilities.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You would rather float on love-intoxicated perfumed clouds, I realize, ignoring the practical demands the world places upon us, only fantasizing about the pleasure I will send throbbing through your body.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet we have to be careful.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We can have our cake and eat it, too, but only if we don’t let the ice cream melt.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have to get some condoms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As you have probably guessed, anything that will heighten our delight is fine with me.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I prefer the natural to the artificial, the tight to the loose, blue to red.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Keep this in mind when you visit the pharmacy, Tony, and you will be thanked a thousand times over when the time comes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love You Always,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In So Many Different Positions,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiona&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I imagine at this point your mouth is hanging open in shock, you aren’t reading this because you are rolling on the ground laughing, or you can totally feel my absolute mortification.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I told you it was bad.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was a reason I haven’t ever rewritten this passage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember when I said Tony gave me his yearbook in 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; period?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, that means that everyone who signed it the rest of the day read what I had written.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It never crossed my mind that other people would read it or that Tony would be completely embarrassed by the passage also.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By lunch everyone knew about it and Tony had to hide his yearbook in his locker while we both prayed the story didn’t get to our mothers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know how Scarlett the guidance counselor, who knew everything I did in school, never found out.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe she did but couldn’t muster the nerve to face me about it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That night I came up with a solution: we would glue a page over the top of it (I had written it on the back cover).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next day I came to school armed with a piece of construction paper and super glue.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Between the permanent marker and all the glue I used, I am confident those words were never read again.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My relationship with Tony ended shortly after that.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, I was too much woman for him to handle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life Lesson: “Don’t put it in writing unless you’d be willing to have the world read it.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiona&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/25603024-8886633245332850452?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/8886633245332850452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=8886633245332850452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/8886633245332850452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/8886633245332850452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/b-is-for-books.html' title='B is for Books...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-8117848404611615420</id><published>2008-01-04T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:35:53.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>It's fRiDaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are back in town, I had a great time line dancing and it's the last weekend before school starts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-Hoo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and Florida's finally beginning to feel like the damn sunshine state again!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-8117848404611615420?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/8117848404611615420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=8117848404611615420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/8117848404611615420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/8117848404611615420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-2523137533951759086</id><published>2008-01-03T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:09:28.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Amber</title><content type='html'>This is the first installment of my alphabiography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wondering what the hell I'm talking about, then you missed &lt;a href="http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/totally-joe.html"&gt;this post.&lt;/a&gt;  Read it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A is for Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t think of a more fitting way to begin my alphabiography then to talk about my students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love teaching, I love being a teacher and as much as it drives me completely crazy, I wouldn’t want to do anything else (quite yet).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amber and Dana are Irish twins (9 months apart) and probably two students that I will never forget.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You run in to kids around town: at Wal-Mart, taking your money at MacDonald’s, passing in the mall, and when you do you rack your brain furiously trying to remember their name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Usually I can remember where they sat or how awful their parents were or who their best friend was but names completely elude me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I say “hi” with a lot of enthusiasm and ask how school is going, hoping all the while they don’t ask me if I remember who they are (note to former students: don’t put your teacher on the spot like that!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We teach 130 of you a year, I couldn’t possibly remember all of your names!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Amber is one of those students that I will never forget.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think of her when having a difficult day and she’s one of those that will just flit across my mind from time to time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;More below the cut &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amber is one of five children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her parents are really great people but were not blessed with a lot of intelligence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They do the best they can and truly love their children, but providing adequately for them has always been a struggle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amber was in a particularly difficult reading class and I really had to come across as the authority figure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I might have scared her a little, actually (hehe).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the third or fourth day of school we were doing an assignment and Amber just couldn’t get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The idea was completely eluding her, so I had her stay with me through lunch; we shared my ham and turkey sandwich and finished the worksheet with time to spare.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While sitting there munching on chips and sipping Capri Sun, Amber began to tell me her story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me about her mom and her dad, her four sisters, what subjects she liked in school and which ones were very difficult for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I listened, she talked and by the end of our lunch period a bond had already been created.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amber hugged me and said thanks for listening and ran out the door to her 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; period.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day, after class, Amber put a brown paper sack on her desk and pulled out her own sandwich.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our daily lunches together had begun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was my first year at a new school, I hadn’t made any friends, I didn’t know anyone, so I figured, why not?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amber and I would talk about everything, from books we were reading to favorite tv shows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would talk to me about the struggles they were having at home, teachers she was having a problem with and some days we even worked on homework.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to admit though; my lunches with Amber were purely selfish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never had I felt like I was making such a difference in the life of a child then I did for those 30 minutes every day with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some days Dana, Amber’s sister, would eat lunch with us, or other friends she invited would come by, especially if we were going to be talking about a book they had recently read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for the most part, it was just Amber and I.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A week before Christmas, Amber’s family was evicted from their home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still tear up when I remember her sitting in my room crying, telling me that her family of seven would be living out of their van.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wasn’t even upset for herself, she was sad because her dad felt like he had failed them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did what I could, especially about getting them help for Christmas and luckily within a month they were back in government housing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amber’s a senior in high school now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s struggled with school but will be graduating in May.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She calls me, not as often as she used to but at least once a month, to tell me how she’s doing or ask my advice about a boy (god help us!) or get help with a homework assignment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have her younger sister this year and she is the spitting image of Amber and just as sweet and lovable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are a lot of people out there who do this job that shouldn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Teachers who come to school for the paycheck and the summer vacations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are also those of us out there who work and work and work and are never appreciated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I truly consider myself one of the lucky ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love my job and I think, on most days, the kids love me back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m fortunate to have had a student that made such an impact on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are lots of teachers out there who can’t say that or don’t have that memory.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Amber, thanks for splitting a sandwich with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life Lesson: “Slow down and eat lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It might just be the meal that changes your life.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-2523137533951759086?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/2523137533951759086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=2523137533951759086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2523137533951759086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2523137533951759086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-for-amber.html' title='A is for Amber'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-7522545725338039943</id><published>2008-01-02T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:42.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Joe</title><content type='html'>Book Review: Totally Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Occasionally I’ve reviewed a book here that I have read/used for school.  I’ve been sitting on Totally Joe for a while (and for a reason).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3wQxVbGfRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a87XRU5eohs/s1600-h/totally+joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3wQxVbGfRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a87XRU5eohs/s400/totally+joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151010513555455250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally Joe is the story of Joe Bunch, lovable misfit and celebrity wannabe from Paintbrush Falls, New York. Like his longtime best friends Addie, Skeezie, and Bobby, Joe's been called names all his life. So when he's given the assignment to write his alphabiography -- the story of his life from A to Z -- Joe has his doubts. This whole thing could be serious ammunition for bullying if it falls into the wrong hands. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Joe discovers there's more to the assignment -- and his life -- than meets the eye. Especially when he gets to the letter C, which stands for Colin Briggs, the coolest guy in the seventh grade (seriously) -- and Joe's secret boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Joe gets to the letter Z, he's pretty much bared his soul about everything. And Joe's okay with that because he likes who he is. He's Totally Joe, and that's the best thing for him to be. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an exuberant, funny, totally original story of one boy's coming out -- and coming-of-age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;More below the cut &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Totally Joe is a great book for kids, especially ones dealing with being different and not fitting in, but reading this one as an adult was, well, amazing.  Howe has one of the best voices I have ever read on paper.  Almost every line is funny (hard to do and not force it) and his ability to recreate situations and deliver dialogue is stunning.  I read TJ in one day and couldn’t stop laughing and the book hasn’t stayed on the shelf since.  My kids love it and I highly recommend it.  Even if you’re a grown up, even if you’re straight, Totally Joe is more than just a great read, it’s an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tolerance.org/teach/magazine/features.jsp?p=0&amp;amp;is=38"&gt;Interview with James Howe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, why have I been sitting on the review for so long?  Well, because I want to do my own alphabiography, of course!  Let’s call it a New Year’s Challenge!  Every week, I plan (hope) to post a new letter of the alphabet.  In six months, my very own alphabiography should be complete! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy Totally Joe &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Totally-Joe-James-Howe/dp/0689839588/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1199305291&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Joe Bunch, The Early Years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom says that I played wedding for about a year and that I kept asking everybody if they would marry me. Even Jeff. (That was the only time anyone can remember Jeff threatening to clobber me on a regular basis.) I had my Lainy doll marry my Ken doll. I also had her marry some of my Barbies. And G.I. Joe. (I hated that the soldier doll had my name. I mean, please. I didn't play with him much. He was another Christmas present from my clueless grandparents. One time when they were visiting, my grandpa asked me if G.I. Joe had been in any wars lately. I said, 'No, but he and Ken got married last week.' Every Christmas since then, my grandparents have sent me a check.)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-7522545725338039943?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/7522545725338039943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=7522545725338039943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7522545725338039943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7522545725338039943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/totally-joe.html' title='Totally Joe'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3wQxVbGfRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a87XRU5eohs/s72-c/totally+joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-8552021176830483209</id><published>2008-01-02T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:42.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't really have any serious NY resolutions set.  Typical stuff, but I saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.julieree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julieree's blog&lt;/a&gt; and had to steal.  It pretty much sums it up for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3uxxVbGfQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mfqotluHD1s/s1600-h/note_to_self_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3uxxVbGfQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mfqotluHD1s/s400/note_to_self_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150906059950816514" 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/25603024-8552021176830483209?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/8552021176830483209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=8552021176830483209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/8552021176830483209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/8552021176830483209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3uxxVbGfQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mfqotluHD1s/s72-c/note_to_self_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-1267713144177526695</id><published>2008-01-02T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:43.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day! (and I'm home!)</title><content type='html'>Hello Cyber World, I'm back from the farm and never been happier about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 8 glorious days with Scarlett and Jimmy (with a small break in the middle) and you know the one nice thing about going home?  It makes me more thankful for having gotten an education and the hell out of Dodge!!!  *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just had back surgery so I had to help out a little more than usual.  Typical farm stuff...put out hay, patch fence, count cows, feed bulls, blah, blah, blah.  Nothing real exciting.  Scarlett and I got along really well and we took Grandma to go see Cats in Tampa for New Year's Eve!  It.Was.Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3ubOVbGfOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Od-MzH4fM1A/s1600-h/Cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3ubOVbGfOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Od-MzH4fM1A/s200/Cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150881269399583970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going down to the 'hunting camp' when we got back to the show and saw a lot of old friends.  We ran the dogs, caught a deer and drank a lot of beer!  LOL  You know the saying, "same shit, different day"? Yes, well...it's true.  Give a bunch of guys a wooden shack and too much beer and you get the same thing every time...how dumb can we get?  This is the conversation (and scene) I walked in on:&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug: You go first&lt;br /&gt;Dale: I'm not going first.  You're the one that thought of it...you go first!&lt;br /&gt;Doug: But you won't do it if I go first.&lt;br /&gt;Dale: You calling me a liar?&lt;br /&gt;(oh, here we go...)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3ufM1bGfPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-5tJFKyC-Zs/s1600-h/porkhocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3ufM1bGfPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-5tJFKyC-Zs/s200/porkhocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150885641676291314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug: No, I'm calling you a pansy ass because you won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;(at this point there is a loud guffaw from the 15+ people egging these two idiots on)&lt;br /&gt;Dale: Fine, put your money down.&lt;br /&gt;(20's are set on the table)&lt;br /&gt;Doug: Ready?&lt;br /&gt;(head nod from Dale)&lt;br /&gt;Doug: On the count of three....1, 2, 3&lt;br /&gt;(and at this point, Dale downs an entire glass of pickled hog's feet juice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Doug didn't drink it.  He wasn't that stupid!  Laughing and puking (on Dale's part) ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-1267713144177526695?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/1267713144177526695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=1267713144177526695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/1267713144177526695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/1267713144177526695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2008/01/hump-day-and-im-home.html' title='Hump Day! (and I&apos;m home!)'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/R3ubOVbGfOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Od-MzH4fM1A/s72-c/Cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-181372915997331133</id><published>2007-12-30T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T11:45:13.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies but Goodies...</title><content type='html'>I put some new posts up on the sidebars. During my search I ran into some old but fun posts. Thought I might re-share one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/pound%20puppy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/pound%20puppy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I looked this weekend, the 80s were coming up in the conversation. So, thought you might enjoy this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Know You Grew Up In The 80's or Early 90's If:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You watched the Pound Puppies. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got one for my birthday! Gray with a brown spots on the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Belair and can do the Carlton. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was Philadelphia born an’ raised, on a playground is where I spent most of my days…shall I continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mine were neon green and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start a club of your own. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes to both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/StrawberryandbushelbasketPVC.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/StrawberryandbushelbasketPVC.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, almost all of them. I collected them from flea markets for a while. I still have them and have considered selling them on eBay but Mom says that would be sacrilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He was such a hottie, but I liked the older brother, Anthony, better. (see #23 for explanation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two words: Hammer Pants. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not only did I have an orange and blue pair…my mother had a pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you ever watched Fraggle Rock. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We didn’t get HBO…just one of those big ass satellites that didn’t get anything but sports and news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars... and spokey-dokes or playing cards on your spokes for that incredible sound effect. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not really sure playing cards classifies as 80s, but I had the neon spokey-dokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to DuckTales. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not only do I know Duck Tales, but I also know Tiny Toons, which followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can we say Zack (Saved by the Bell)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/turtles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the big screen...and still know the turtles names. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you mean the quartet of humanoid turtles trained by their mentor in ninjitsu who must learn to pull together in order to face the menace of Shredder and the Foot Clan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I bought this at Wal-Mart several months ago in the bargain bin! LOVED this game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We got them at the flea market, decorated with puffy paint and rhinestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. You played the game MASH (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. L.A. Gear....need I say more? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got a black denim LA Gear jacket with the LA Gear logo sequined on the back. I kept that bad boy for years…LOVED it! It went well with my white and pink LA Gear hi-tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You wanted to change your name to JEM in Kindergarten.(She's truly outrageous). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don’t know this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You remember reading Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and all the Ramona books. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Every one of them, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/waxon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/waxon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You know the profound meaning of WAX ON, WAX OFF. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Profound? I know I said it this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You wanted to be a Goonie. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yes, this began my love affair with the ‘nerds’ of movies. First it was the younger, asthmatic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;brother of Goonies and then it was on to Goose from Top Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everything! But what I remember most was this hair barrette that was made out of neon green and pink shoelaces (went with the bicycle shorts ya know)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup. God, the glove, the jacket…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female Smurf. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That is a good &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/gpkcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/gpkcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You took lunch boxes to school... and traded Garbage Pail Kids in the schoolyard. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Garbage Pail Kids were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You still get the urge to say NOT after every sentence.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; *hangs head* I still do this sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had a pink one that turned purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You thought She-ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man should hook up. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Weren’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes. (and like #24, probably in neon colors, too). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/Pee_Wee_herman-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/Pee_Wee_herman-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying, "I know you are, but what am I?" &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up". &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did you know Donatello says this in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday nights. After a while, I got to work behind the counter and pass out skates. This I did for free mind you, because it meant I was cool. What a sucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Scar is on my right arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You have ever played with a Skip-It. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Easter: Skip-It Skip off=Champion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Two years in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And my neck hurts from doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. You remember Popples. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Don't worry, be happy. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 pairs and the hi-tops were LA Gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still do... getting yelled at by younger hip members of the family). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You remember boom boxes. . and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember them, didn’t have one though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You remember watching both Gremlins movies. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still won’t sleep without a night light. My mom got me all the books and records that were given out with kid meals from…Hardees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You know what it meant to say Care Bear Stare!! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes I do! My cousin, Mandy, and I would do this when her little brother would throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You remember watching Rainbow Bright and My Little Pony. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yes…I had the doll too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Absolutely…didn’t I talk about nerds already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool... and don't even flinch when people refer to them as NKOTB.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I had every cassette tape, every poster. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/saved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/saved.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on Saved By The Bell The ORIGINAL class. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zack, Screech, Lisa, Kelly, AC Slater and Jessie. And I did that without pausing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shot through the heart and your to blame baby you give love...a bad name!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You just sang those words to yourself. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes…satellite, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh god, the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. You remember when mullets were cool! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You had a mullet! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um...no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. You still sing "We are the World". &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love that song...we are the children....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. You tight rolled your jeans. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How can I forget that? I was a pro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. You owned a banana clip.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Quite a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. You remember Where's the Beef? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That was funny. Had the t-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/willis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/willis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. You used to (and probably still do) say What you talkin' about Willis? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. You had big hair and you knew how to use it. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The taller the bangs, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Did you enjoy your little trip down memory lane? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Very much so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-181372915997331133?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/181372915997331133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=181372915997331133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/181372915997331133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/181372915997331133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/12/oldies-but-goodies.html' title='Oldies but Goodies...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-7220875420120784267</id><published>2007-12-28T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:29:34.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that song...</title><content type='html'>I have a stupid song stuck in my head.  I don't know the artist, I don't know the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da dada&lt;br /&gt;da da dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya just hate that???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-7220875420120784267?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/7220875420120784267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=7220875420120784267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7220875420120784267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7220875420120784267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/12/name-that-song.html' title='Name that song...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-7752383133200947910</id><published>2007-12-28T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:17:25.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Aching Head</title><content type='html'>Captain was my friend.  Now Captain is my hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the start of a new year and in the spirit of 'bucket' lists, here's one of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do to reclaim my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink until it hurts (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dance again (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make some great friends (double check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive a car I like (will have to wait a while...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sky Dive (um....not enough drinking for that yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bungee Jump (why do I do this to myself?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Travel alone (thinking Seattle for Spring Break maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Read all day without feeling guilty (Woo Hoo!)  (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be a slob (half check, working on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Rekindle an old friendship (haven't decided who yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Forgive someone (hmmm....who needs forgiveness?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Get my name back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to a Cowboys game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Join a softball team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Live without guilt, regret or fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-7752383133200947910?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/7752383133200947910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=7752383133200947910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7752383133200947910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7752383133200947910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-my-aching-head.html' title='Oh My Aching Head'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-2917730763902394998</id><published>2007-12-27T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:03:56.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New With Me...</title><content type='html'>So, let me catch you guys up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Linc and I divorced.  Yeah, shocker I know.  He decided to leave.  It was hard, but I dealt with it.  Am moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I moved.  Couldn't afford the beach on a teacher's income.  Bye, bye waves.  (no worries...I bought a cd of the ocean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I now have a great little apartment in Vero.  It's the perfect size for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm still teaching and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm applying to grad school.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-2917730763902394998?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/2917730763902394998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=2917730763902394998&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2917730763902394998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2917730763902394998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-new-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s New With Me...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-5170457056613320395</id><published>2007-12-27T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:00:15.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this finds everyone well!  I'm sure you're tired of my saying I'm back and then not posting anything, so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students found my myspace so I had to change it.  Here's the new one.  Come be my friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span class="LinkText"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/reloc.cfm?c=2&amp;amp;id=9ee6c313-2a7c-4534-b119-75cd3dd923bd"&gt;My Space Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: myspace is under my 'real' name.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-5170457056613320395?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/5170457056613320395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=5170457056613320395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/5170457056613320395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/5170457056613320395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-all.html' title='Hello All!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-5443443364622410398</id><published>2007-08-01T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:44:59.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back!</title><content type='html'>My goodness, I can't believe how many people are still coming by the Farrago even though I haven't been posting!  Must be all those great links!  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is, returned to the general public, of course, no different.  I had planned to do some revamping and start up the blogging again.  The revamping didn't happen but hopefully the blogging will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-5443443364622410398?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/5443443364622410398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=5443443364622410398&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/5443443364622410398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/5443443364622410398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-7088736098915972864</id><published>2007-02-26T06:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:15:34.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Monday</title><content type='html'>Oh, it is totally black Monday in Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCAT today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last seven months of sweat, blood, tears and time is wrapped up into 160 short minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us all luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-7088736098915972864?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/7088736098915972864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=7088736098915972864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7088736098915972864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7088736098915972864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/black-monday.html' title='Black Monday'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-3443078936322252534</id><published>2007-02-25T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:45.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading anything?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my posts haven't been book related.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/ReHtTnUlsvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o9JlGvgaqtk/s1600-h/Hearts_Aflame_Johanna_Lindsey__5107448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/ReHtTnUlsvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o9JlGvgaqtk/s200/Hearts_Aflame_Johanna_Lindsey__5107448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035566779605562098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading...I AM!  I just haven't felt like talking about it.  After finishing &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_b/105-2373307-8076416?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;field-keywords=Highland+Lord+Series+Karen+Ranney&amp;amp;amp;amp;Go.x=0&amp;Go.y=0&amp;amp;Go=Go"&gt;Karen Ranney's Highland Lord series&lt;/a&gt;, I fell in to a funk.  They were just so good I guess I had my fix.  I reread Johanna Lindsey's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hearts-Aflame-Johanna-Lindsey/dp/0380899825/sr=1-1/qid=1172434011/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-1008858-4635100?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Hearts Aflame&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Surrender-My-Love-Johanna-Lindsey/dp/0380762560/sr=1-3/qid=1172434011/ref=pd_bbs_3/104-1008858-4635100?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Surrender My Love&lt;/a&gt; last Sunday.  I love me some Lindsey (in case you didn't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/ReHtYnUlswI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i-FWw1S1PgE/s1600-h/mary+mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/ReHtYnUlswI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i-FWw1S1PgE/s200/mary+mag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035566865504908034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linc and I watched the Da Vinci Code (again) on Monday.  The movie launched me into a reading of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Da-Vinci-Code-Dan-Brown/dp/1400079179/sr=8-1/qid=1172433773/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-1008858-4635100?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;the book.&lt;/a&gt;  The book launched me into reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Magdalene-Bride-Exile-Margaret-Starbird/dp/1591430542/sr=1-1/qid=1172433816/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-1008858-4635100?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Mary Magdalene, Bride in Exile&lt;/a&gt; by Margaret Starbird.  Which then spurred on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gospel-Mary-Magdalene-Jean-Yves-Leloup/dp/0892819111/sr=1-4/qid=1172433906/ref=sr_1_4/104-1008858-4635100?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;The Gospel of Mary Magdalene.&lt;/a&gt;  Which is where I'm at today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now I have an itch for another historical.  I'm looking for a book about a guy (Scottish probably) who takes a woman hostage.  They are traveling (to war, I think).  She can sew and is assigned to his tent.  I know at one point she cuts up all his clothes.  It's very 80's physical.  Probably written by Lindsey.  If the title jumps out at ya, give me a holler, otherwise you can find me waist deep in books this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-3443078936322252534?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/3443078936322252534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=3443078936322252534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/3443078936322252534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/3443078936322252534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/reading-anything.html' title='Reading anything?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/ReHtTnUlsvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o9JlGvgaqtk/s72-c/Hearts_Aflame_Johanna_Lindsey__5107448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-3121231873229591833</id><published>2007-02-25T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:16:32.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not as bad as Sybil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="article_title"&gt;What Curse Word Are You?&lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;p&gt;   Why the fuck you'd want to know what your curse word  is in the first place is just jacked up shit, but what can I say? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/1243/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.rumandmonkey.com/tests/3/4/1243/4082.gif" title="I'm &amp;quot;Damn!!&amp;quot;" alt="I'm &amp;quot;Damn!!&amp;quot;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &amp;quot;Damn!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/1243/"&gt;Take What Curse Word Are You? today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/"&gt;Personality Test Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes, the perfect combination between the bad-ass and the smart-ass. You know just how to use a curse word so you don't sound so tough, but at the same time not like such a pansyass you can't even say the damn word. Kudos to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-3121231873229591833?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/3121231873229591833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=3121231873229591833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/3121231873229591833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/3121231873229591833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-not-as-bad-as-sybil.html' title='I&apos;m not as bad as Sybil'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-6569369482433448469</id><published>2007-02-20T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:38:25.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are these kids learning?</title><content type='html'>The server at our district office crashed Thursday, which meant we spent all of Friday in the dark ages! Without data, we had no way to: take attendance, input/look at grades, make phone calls (we have IT phones), access our lesson plans, find students, nothing, nada, zip, zero, zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, because the FCAT is coming soon, I had already started making some critical thinking but "fun" worksheets for the kids. So we did those while I sent text messages to the school secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first worksheet I had my kids do was Famous First Names of Men. Because it's Black History Month, let me point out a few of the obvious they didn't know (these are directly from the worksheet):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Whitney (invented the cotton gin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Robinson (first African American Baseball player)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Mandela (first elected South African President)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently creating a PowerPoint lesson for Monday and Tuesday. It is something I've wanted to do for the last couple of years but just haven't had the time. We are going to talk about influential African American writers and work with some of their texts. I get very excited when I start teaching with Langston Hughes (I just love Simple) and Maya Angelou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, they couldn't get these either:&lt;br /&gt;___ Einstein&lt;br /&gt;___ Lennon&lt;br /&gt;___ Carroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did, however, know Mark Twain and Charles Dickens *sigh of relief*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-6569369482433448469?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/6569369482433448469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=6569369482433448469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/6569369482433448469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/6569369482433448469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-are-these-kids-learning.html' title='What are these kids learning?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-3933806254753082244</id><published>2007-02-17T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:47.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy~Fartsy</title><content type='html'>Here are some more cards from this week:&lt;br /&gt;(I think you can double click the image to make it larger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scarlett's Valentine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb6vCuPfaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bbro9-hNofc/s1600-h/momcard1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb6vCuPfaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bbro9-hNofc/s200/momcard1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032485319724727714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb6-SuPfbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8GgjrKGk9XU/s1600-h/momcard2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb6-SuPfbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8GgjrKGk9XU/s200/momcard2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032485581717732786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linc's Valentine:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb70yuPfdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NCTRnDa29XI/s1600-h/lincsvdaycard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb70yuPfdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NCTRnDa29XI/s200/lincsvdaycard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032486518020603346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's Birthday Card:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb7OSuPfcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5c7kLM-jG40/s1600-h/gmacard1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb7OSuPfcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5c7kLM-jG40/s200/gmacard1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032485856595639746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is actually some adhesive fabric I found at Big Lots!  Is it not awesome!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like more money.  Who wouldn't???  But apparently...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; I am such a good tutor that my pupils only need me for several sessions and then stop coming because, "they are just doing so well now."  Grrrr....  At Christmas I sold a butt load of cards to people at work and Linc told me I should sell them on ebay.  Meh.  However, I'm now thinking about Etsy.  Here is the other &lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt; stuff I have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paint paper mache boxes.  Here a few that I have around the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flower box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb86yuPfeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/385WXPjS6G8/s1600-h/flowerbox1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb86yuPfeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/385WXPjS6G8/s200/flowerbox1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032487720611446242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb9FyuPffI/AAAAAAAAAFg/56bQpK6PTAo/s1600-h/flowerbox2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb9FyuPffI/AAAAAAAAAFg/56bQpK6PTAo/s200/flowerbox2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032487909590007282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The heart box&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb9SCuPfgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gNRj6x2zwCQ/s1600-h/heartbox.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb9SCuPfgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gNRj6x2zwCQ/s200/heartbox.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032488120043404802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The button basket&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb9xiuPfhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GYlnlOpNsBA/s1600-h/buttunbox.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb9xiuPfhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GYlnlOpNsBA/s200/buttunbox.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032488661209284114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The black paint doesn't photograph well.&lt;br /&gt;This is a round box painted black with rub-on transfers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb9-yuPfiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oI3XUZ7XJZA/s1600-h/japbox.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb9-yuPfiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oI3XUZ7XJZA/s200/japbox.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032488888842550818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have made a lot of these for my aunts and cousins.  They just love them.  Some I glue stuff to the lids and/or put ribbons around the necks.  Personally, I like the raw look without the fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb-YSuPfkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NoyblK0Vm9w/s1600-h/jars2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb-YSuPfkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NoyblK0Vm9w/s200/jars2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032489326929215042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb-LSuPfjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tej47rtjmqI/s1600-h/jars1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb-LSuPfjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tej47rtjmqI/s200/jars1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032489103590915634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  Etsy worthy or should I not even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-3933806254753082244?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/3933806254753082244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=3933806254753082244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/3933806254753082244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/3933806254753082244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/artsyfartsy.html' title='Artsy~Fartsy'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rdb6vCuPfaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bbro9-hNofc/s72-c/momcard1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-3162839248799132339</id><published>2007-02-17T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:07:18.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>For knocking up my stat counter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the last 100 hits to my site, 88 have all found me with the google search "does meredith die".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheheheehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep 'em coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-3162839248799132339?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/3162839248799132339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=3162839248799132339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/3162839248799132339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/3162839248799132339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-35771204409999176</id><published>2007-02-16T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:08:16.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Grey's Rocks!</title><content type='html'>I am soooo loving Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This three story arc that they are currently airing is awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's ending...Meredith all blue in Derek's arms...Christina feeling all kinds of emotions....McSteamy and McDreamy having a T-Total bonding moment (I think this is the start of their "brothership" returning)...Derek cries...and Denny!!!  Squeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to touch me if you want to read more...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOwKzS6ldrw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOwKzS6ldrw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaENZeg14JY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaENZeg14JY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would we do without YouTube???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES MEREDITH DIE?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!  Not with a final episode called "Some kind of miracle".  This podcast with Executive Producers Shonda Rhimes and Betsy Beers discuss "Drowning on Dry Land" and tease next week's episode, "Some Kind of Miracle" (2/22/07).  There is a nice discussion about Meredith's past and the building of Meredith and Derek's relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/downloads?pn=dl"&gt;Grey's Podcast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because they have (imo: temporarily) departed from Alex and Izzy...here is my favorite montage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUpLFFmoj44"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUpLFFmoj44" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not going to watch the whole thing...at least hold out until 3:07...haaaawt.  And of course, it ends with my FAVORITE scene of GA evah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-35771204409999176?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/35771204409999176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=35771204409999176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/35771204409999176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/35771204409999176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-greys-rocks.html' title='OMG Grey&apos;s Rocks!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-6647031517576448952</id><published>2007-02-11T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:05:28.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 weird things about me</title><content type='html'>Like I'm not weird enough without spelling it out.  &lt;a href="http://bookwormom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bookwormom&lt;/a&gt; tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I can't stand long fingernails (the natural kind, not acrylics).  It "squicks" me out.  I have to cut/bite mine and I make a conscious effort not to look at women's hands if they have naturally long fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I take showers with the bathroom light off.  Started when I was a kid.  I thought I was getting a little more sleep because I wasn't fully awake yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to eat real food for breakfast (I'm eating Chinese now, it's 9:00 am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't like pens.  I prefer...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; to write with freshly sharpened pencils.  Ticonderoga pencils.  I have two pencil sharpeners at home and two at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like talking to people in the lobby of our condo.  I will sit in my car until they leave instead of walking in and having to say, "hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I had a lot of credit card debt in college.  I hated bill collectors.  They made me phone phobic.  Now I hate hearing the phone ring and cringe every time it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I had to ask Linc for help...here are his answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My throat itches ( a lot) and I make this weird croaking, alligator noise in an effort to scratch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I can't burp.  My husband is trying to teach me (don't ask) but having little success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My kitchen has to be clean.  I don't care if the rest of the house is buried in dust and infested, my dishes are washed, floor swept and counters wiped down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this was hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I watch tv in a mirror while I work on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-6647031517576448952?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/6647031517576448952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=6647031517576448952&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/6647031517576448952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/6647031517576448952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-weird-things-about-me.html' title='10 weird things about me'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-912975627692990909</id><published>2007-02-10T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:50.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green with envy</title><content type='html'>I wish I was more crafty.  I just love going to &lt;a href="http://www.julieree.blogspot.com/"&gt;julieree's&lt;/a&gt; site, looking at how talented she is and then clicking on all of the wonderful links in her sidebar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, my favorite links and a pic of my favorite craft:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weewonderfuls.typepad.com/"&gt;wee wonderfuls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6hw3tG7zI/AAAAAAAAADM/JM45KXTBJI4/s1600-h/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6hw3tG7zI/AAAAAAAAADM/JM45KXTBJI4/s200/kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030135694778363698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whileshenaps.typepad.com/whileshenaps/"&gt;While She Naps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6jFXtG70I/AAAAAAAAADU/yxUeY-X7Fx4/s1600-h/turtle_first_pic_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6jFXtG70I/AAAAAAAAADU/yxUeY-X7Fx4/s200/turtle_first_pic_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030137146477309762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6jLXtG71I/AAAAAAAAADc/rHiwv5Q9Lx0/s1600-h/flock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6jLXtG71I/AAAAAAAAADc/rHiwv5Q9Lx0/s200/flock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030137249556524882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you weren't already drooling, this little bad boy is for sale at her shop, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=734"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;.  I think the nieces might all be getting one!  And this I might buy even without a birthday or holiday for an excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6jPntG72I/AAAAAAAAADk/ixuLxjmBqno/s1600-h/elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6jPntG72I/AAAAAAAAADk/ixuLxjmBqno/s200/elephants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030137322570968930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, to be as talented as &lt;a href="http://shimandsons.typepad.com/shimandsons/"&gt;Shim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6lU3tG74I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ag24x339rbg/s1600-h/wallpocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6lU3tG74I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ag24x339rbg/s200/wallpocket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030139611788537730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6lPntG73I/AAAAAAAAADs/EqOO_gGWgSc/s1600-h/xmas_globe_balls_set_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6lPntG73I/AAAAAAAAADs/EqOO_gGWgSc/s200/xmas_globe_balls_set_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030139521594224498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, dabble a little amature-ishly in the craft department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to scrapbook, before I got a digital camera.  Now I have no pictures to scrap because I never print them out!  I have started making cards though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my Thanksgiving cards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6fV3tG7uI/AAAAAAAAACM/L-AO8CGhLp8/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6fV3tG7uI/AAAAAAAAACM/L-AO8CGhLp8/s320/DSC02149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030133031898640098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6fpntG7vI/AAAAAAAAACU/VvLRHswiWBY/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6fpntG7vI/AAAAAAAAACU/VvLRHswiWBY/s320/DSC02155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030133371201056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Christmas Cards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6f73tG7wI/AAAAAAAAACc/r4M555flZ08/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6f73tG7wI/AAAAAAAAACc/r4M555flZ08/s320/DSC02140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030133684733669122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6gfHtG7yI/AAAAAAAAACs/WD03wWzXm1U/s1600-h/DSC02142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6gfHtG7yI/AAAAAAAAACs/WD03wWzXm1U/s320/DSC02142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030134290324057890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6gKntG7xI/AAAAAAAAACk/JraofLfy17I/s1600-h/DSC02141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6gKntG7xI/AAAAAAAAACk/JraofLfy17I/s320/DSC02141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030133938136739602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my Valentine Day cards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc8t33tG75I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eTEfCCahy5I/s1600-h/val+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc8t33tG75I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eTEfCCahy5I/s200/val+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030289746665336722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc8uCntG76I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hkiy3b0ZltE/s1600-h/val+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc8uCntG76I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hkiy3b0ZltE/s200/val+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030289931348930466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc8uO3tG77I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2P3bxGRpouM/s1600-h/val+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc8uO3tG77I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2P3bxGRpouM/s200/val+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030290141802327986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-912975627692990909?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/912975627692990909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=912975627692990909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/912975627692990909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/912975627692990909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/green-with-envy.html' title='Green with envy'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc6hw3tG7zI/AAAAAAAAADM/JM45KXTBJI4/s72-c/kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-2717393915969946568</id><published>2007-02-10T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:50.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gouging out my eyes with a spoon</title><content type='html'>My Saturday morning went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make coffee *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hop *yeah!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run across &lt;a href="http://suisan.blogspot.com/2007/02/baby-pictures.html"&gt;this post of Suisan's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jillstanek.com/archives/2007/02/ultrasound_phot.html"&gt;Clicked here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc32jHtG7sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cediM7kNfWs/s1600-h/essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc32jHtG7sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cediM7kNfWs/s200/essay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029947442066812610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered a world of rage and prejudice (thought about linking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hopped in said world of rage and prejudice (decided you are better off not knowing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a very innocent looking teenage girl who won a $1000 scholarship for writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://generationsforlife.org/2007/0208/teenspeak-essay-contest-winners/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Words. Can. Convey. My. Horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Side Note: Is the new fear tactic of extremist pro-lifers to tell teenage girls that having an abortion will cause breast cancer?  The &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.org/docroot/CRI/content/CRI_2_6x_Can_Having_an_Abortion_Cause_or_Contribute_to_Breast_Cancer.asp"&gt;American Cancer Society&lt;/a&gt; has this to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Both abortion and breast cancer are topics that can bring out strong emotions in people. The issue of abortion generates passionate personal and political viewpoints, regardless of a possible disease connection. Breast cancer is the most common cancer in women, and it can be a life-threatening disease that most women fear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Linking these 2 topics understandably generates a great deal of emotion, as well as controversy. Research studies, however, have not found a cause-and-effect relationship between abortion and breast cancer."&lt;/p&gt;End Side Note}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-2717393915969946568?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/2717393915969946568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=2717393915969946568&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2717393915969946568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2717393915969946568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/gouging-out-my-eyes-with-spoon.html' title='Gouging out my eyes with a spoon'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc32jHtG7sI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cediM7kNfWs/s72-c/essay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-2324033829754267278</id><published>2007-02-10T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:50.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out Canada...here I come!</title><content type='html'>Yes ladies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;, you have read correctly.  Yours truly just received word that she has been approved to go to Toronto, Canada for five days to the International Reading Association Annual "Reading Without Boundaries" Conference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing a little dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc3KZHtG7rI/AAAAAAAAABk/5XmLNJDQkm0/s1600-h/dancingman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc3KZHtG7rI/AAAAAAAAABk/5XmLNJDQkm0/s200/dancingman.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029898891756498610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! Five days, 19 workshops, a young adult author luncheon along with lectures and book signings with...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crutcher&lt;/span&gt;, Laurie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halse&lt;/span&gt;-Anderson (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squeee&lt;/span&gt;!), Lois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lowry&lt;/span&gt;, Walter Dean Myers and Sharon Flake.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I could just pass out thinking about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is giving me "temporary duty elsewhere" so I don't have to take personal days AND paying for my sub!  I'm footing the bill for the conference and travel and expenses, but it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was all my idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of softens the blow since I'm not a finalist for district Teacher of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have my &lt;a href="http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-13-all-about-canada.html"&gt;Canadian History post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally wanted to play the &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=25603024&amp;amp;postID=2324033829754267278"&gt;I love Canada&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; song, but the video's been pulled.  Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-2324033829754267278?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/2324033829754267278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=2324033829754267278&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2324033829754267278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2324033829754267278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/look-out-canadahere-i-come.html' title='Look out Canada...here I come!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rc3KZHtG7rI/AAAAAAAAABk/5XmLNJDQkm0/s72-c/dancingman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-7710813731996726341</id><published>2007-02-04T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:51.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Daystar by Rene Lyons</title><content type='html'>I finally got a chance to read Daystar by Rene Lyons Saturday and LOVED IT!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rcp2QJN2cVI/AAAAAAAAABI/GmTQuM1a424/s1600-h/daystar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rcp2QJN2cVI/AAAAAAAAABI/GmTQuM1a424/s320/daystar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028961953636577618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember, I reviewed Midnight Sun back when it came out in July (read review &lt;a href="http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-midnight-sun-by-rene-lyons.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and I gave it an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried paranormal romances before but they just can't seem to hook me, however, I enjoy this series so much!  If you read my review of Midnight Sun, you will notice that 1) I gave it an A, 2) I loved the story and I loved Sebastian and Allie, and 3) based on the quotes, I was already smitten with Constantine.  How lucky am I that my favorite character got his own story in book 2!?!  Squeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daystar picks up where Midnight Sun left off...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Allie has just recently been turned into a vampire and Lex (Allie's sister) has moved into the house with the rest of the Templars.  Constantine and Lex had a scene together in Midnight Sun, which was obviously a huge foreshadow of what was to come in Daystar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexine wants Constantine.  Although he is not of the living and she has never even been kissed, she knows that he is the man she wants to kiss her, caress her and do all kinds of naughty things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantine can not seem to get Lex out of his head...or his pants.  Fighting the temptation of purity has become a full time job, but with most things, the best of intentions are often dismissed when beauty and desire are this overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked Constantine and Lex's story.  I would have liked to see more of Allie and Sebastian in the story, but I understand that is just the series whore in my talking.  After a lot of sexual tension (and my own purchase of a certain Enigma CD), Constantine has discovered the secret of the Daystar.  Without revealing the secret I can't say too much about the plot except for the fact that the flashbacks of Constantine's childhood did an amazing job of endearing him (even more) to me as a reader.  I enjoyed Constantine and Lex together, I felt their relationship was believable and viable.  In this book, the setting changes from Damascus to England and the introduction of The Order of the Rose, The First and Isobel.  I'm really loving all the characters in this series and hoping that all of their stories become more developed as we go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene has done another fantastic job.  The story she weaves of Constantine and Lex is timeless.  She the pure and innocent, he the tortured and damned...le sigh.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos Rene, you've knocked another one out of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene's Website with links to purchase Daystar from Samhain Publishing can be found &lt;a href="http://www.renelyons.net/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-7710813731996726341?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/7710813731996726341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=7710813731996726341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7710813731996726341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/7710813731996726341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/review-daystar-by-rene-lyons.html' title='Review: Daystar by Rene Lyons'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rcp2QJN2cVI/AAAAAAAAABI/GmTQuM1a424/s72-c/daystar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-2249349679147980893</id><published>2007-02-04T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:04:01.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcasts</title><content type='html'>Podcasting originated somewhere around 2000 and the name is a spin off from Apple's iPod.  A podcast is designed to be an automatically downloaded or streaming file.  Essentially, it is the internet's version of radio since it is considered to be a repeating syndication.  However, Wiki can explain podcasting much better than I...&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Podcasting"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some common podcasting sites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://podcasts.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo Podcasts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo has entire host of podcasts, many of which you can subscribe to for free.  Their free podcasts include Learning Mandarin, NPR Story of the Day and Song collection, This week in TECH and Science Friday just to name a few of my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/store/podcasts.html"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/ref/multimedia/podcasts.html"&gt;The NY Times&lt;/a&gt;  Listen to the day's front page every weekday, or find out which stories readers like most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now my favorites...BOOK REVIEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/ref/books/books-podcast-archive.html"&gt;The NY Times reviews books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hclib.org/teens/Podcasts.cfm"&gt;The Hennepin County Library reviews Teen Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://podcasts.yahoo.com/series?s=665128039586379d0272a5c2080ddbf5"&gt;Between the Lines&lt;/a&gt;  Weekly Book Review Show hosted by former first lady of Atlanta Valerie Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://podcasts.yahoo.com/series?s=61f43494dd95c36e0b32b70558bf1d94"&gt;Cover to Cover&lt;/a&gt;  Book reviews by Chantal Paquin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://podcasts.yahoo.com/series?s=693e308bae3fcecbfcab130e3799797f"&gt;Litrivore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And now for the Romance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://podcasts.yahoo.com/series?s=e056a3feab4d56b231b13f04dbf1683c"&gt;The Kissy Bits&lt;/a&gt;  The Kissy Bits is a show about reading, writing and enjoying romance. This podcast talks about romance in writing and about writing romance. Each week she'll explore a theme specific to writing emotion that goes beyond the cliche, as well as give real life tips for writers of all genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://podcasts.yahoo.com/series?s=3bccf90c6dce8ca5f9ca5ef7ee30fed7"&gt;Ellwood&lt;/a&gt;  What does Leigh dare to do today? Live vicariously through this up-and-cumming author of erotic romance as she chronicles her writing life on her weblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely would like to see more romance review podcasts and more authors doing shows like Ellwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Podcast-ing!&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-2249349679147980893?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/2249349679147980893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=2249349679147980893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2249349679147980893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2249349679147980893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/02/podcasts.html' title='Podcasts'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-677845920824904805</id><published>2007-01-30T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:47:46.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you podcast?</title><content type='html'>I would like to get into podcasting.  Watching them, that is.  I think it is the coolest thing ever!  I am especially interested in video book reviews.  Does anyone watch podcasts?  Have a great site to recommend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-677845920824904805?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/677845920824904805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=677845920824904805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/677845920824904805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/677845920824904805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-podcast.html' title='Do you podcast?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-1975552729930783372</id><published>2007-01-29T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:13:51.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highland Lords Series</title><content type='html'>So I'm on book 4 of 5 of the Highland Lord series by Karen &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ranney&lt;/span&gt;.  I would give the entire series itself a B...&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe a B+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4LjJehpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dvREIJN5toY/s1600-h/one+man%27s+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4LjJehpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dvREIJN5toY/s320/one+man%27s+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025466932659332866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Book 1 is called One Man's Love.  It tells the story of  Alec &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Landers&lt;/span&gt;, the Earl of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sherbourne&lt;/span&gt; (or Ian &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt; on his Scottish side) and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Letis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt;.  Alec/Ian faces the time honored dilemma of left and right.  On the right is his mother's English heritage, where he is an English Earl and a commander in the Regiment.  On the left is his father and grandfather's legacy as Laird of Clan &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gilmuir&lt;/span&gt; castle.  Ian and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Letis&lt;/span&gt; reclaim their childhood love and ultimately abandon their Scottish home for the safety of generations to come.  Grade: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 2 of the Highland Lord series tells the story of...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Ian and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Letis's&lt;/span&gt; oldest child, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; and his four brothers were raised in Nova &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Scotia&lt;/span&gt;, where Ian and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Letis&lt;/span&gt; have moved Clan &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt; and begun anew (and have done quite well for themselves).  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4L45ehpxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DcnXUljhPFw/s1600-h/laird+returns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4L45ehpxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DcnXUljhPFw/s320/laird+returns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025467306321487634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; set to inherit his father's English title as Earl of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sherbourne&lt;/span&gt; and is on his way to England to turn down the title when a whim has him stopping along the Scottish coast to see hi ancestral home of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Gilmuir&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gilmuir&lt;/span&gt; is in ruins and has been wrongly given to the nasty Laird &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Drummond&lt;/span&gt; by the English.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt;, being the rich sea tradesman that he is, offers to pay &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Drummond&lt;/span&gt; any amount to get &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Gilmuir&lt;/span&gt; back for the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;McRaes&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Drummond&lt;/span&gt; agrees, but marry his beautiful daughter, Iseabal, is also part of the deal.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; concedes and he and Iseabal are married immediately.  Heading off for England, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; plans on procuring an annulment for him an Iseabal and seeing her settled nicely somewhere very, very far away from her evil father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they reach &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Brandidge&lt;/span&gt; Hall, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; becomes enraptured with his step-grandmother, and strangely enough, with Iseabal herself.  Putting his pride aside, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; decides to embrace his future b accepting the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Earlship&lt;/span&gt;, marrying Iseabal and going back to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Gilmuir&lt;/span&gt; to rebuild the family ancestral estate.  Everything does not come easy to this couple like love did.  There is an evil man in Laird &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Drummond&lt;/span&gt; who will not rest until he has killed &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt;.  In addition, Iseabal must conquer &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Alisdair's&lt;/span&gt; men and the villagers to whom her father has destroyed.  A wonderful story of love, survival and lots of angst, I give When the Laird Returns an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4MC5ehpyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6W2IjWvSduU/s1600-h/irresistible+mcrae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4MC5ehpyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6W2IjWvSduU/s320/irresistible+mcrae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025467478120179490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Book 3 is titled The Irresistible &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt;.  Definitely the worst book in the series it was close to a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;DNF&lt;/span&gt; for me.  However, I wanted to read the rest of the series so I did a skim and read for the second half of the book.  The story of James &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt; (the second oldest of the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt; brothers) and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;McKinsey&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderful love story.  However, the external elements of the plot fall short.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; has recently become an heiress and is in Edinburgh to find a husband.  Told that her sister is in the garden crying, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; runs to her side only to find that she has been lured there by the very creepy Harold &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;McDougal&lt;/span&gt;.  After spurning his advances, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; returns to the party with Harold trailing her and the lace on her dress ripped.  Her &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;chaperone&lt;/span&gt;, the up-tight Mrs. Parker, declares &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; ruined and swears she must marry the slimy Harold &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;McDougal&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt;, her sister Maureen, Mrs. Parker and that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;slimeball&lt;/span&gt; Harold all return to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Tyemorn&lt;/span&gt; Manner, where &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Rion&lt;/span&gt; agrees to marry nasty Harold &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;McDougal&lt;/span&gt;.  She agrees because her sister, Maureen, is in love with Captain Hastings, whom they are afraid will cut his ties to Maureen if &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; darkens the family with scoundrel.  Yep, that's right, she is going to marry that ugly man so her sister can be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the dashing, rich, handsome, suave, irresistible (hence the title of the book), did I mention handsome, James &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt;.  James comes to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Tyemorn&lt;/span&gt; Manor in his uncle's stead.  His uncle, Fergus &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt;, was once a border with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Riona's&lt;/span&gt; family and is now back living with the love of his life, Leah.  Because of their marriage, Fergus is unable to attend to Susannah's request that he come help them and sends James instead.  James and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; hit it off immediately.  He thinks her impending marriage is a love match while &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; is secretly dying inside.  For the next four weeks, James and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; fall more and more in love, while her marriage to Harold-the-Greedy looms on the horizon. Needless to say, there is a lot in this book that is never said, that just aggravated the crap out of me.  James and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Riona&lt;/span&gt; come together in a not-to-believable way (Hello!  Virgin, outside, people around...I just wasn't buying it) and the entire story is neatly tied together in a happily ever after ending.  After reading (okay...skimming!) two hundred pages of angst and depression and wanting, I wanted a little more to my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;HEA&lt;/span&gt;.  However, the love story was good and the ending was complete, I give it a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4MLpehpzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pKYFnp9v1uQ/s1600-h/to+love+a+scottish+laird.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4MLpehpzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pKYFnp9v1uQ/s320/to+love+a+scottish+laird.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025467628444034866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am reading Book 4 in the series, To Love a Scottish Laird and it is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good!  Hamish &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt;, yes, another brother, is also a ship captain.  While trading with the East India Trading Company he is captured by a local tribe and tortured for a year until he escapes.  Now having returned to Scotland and holed himself up in a ruined castle (apparently there are plenty to spare), Hamish has exiled himself from his family and the rest of the world.  Concern for his brother prompts Brendan to bring a local healer from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt;, Mary Gilly, to see if she can fix Hamish's lame are and perhaps his broken spirit too.  So far, it is excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm concerned about Book 5 however.  It tells the story of Douglas and Jeanne.  They have sex, she gets pregnant, father separates them, takes the baby, she lives in a convent, he travels the high seas angry at her desertion until the are reunited and discover that they were both lied to.  The reviews on Amazon are awful and I hate stories where my h/h don't raise their own children.  It really bothers me.  We'll see, I might not even read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now,&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-1975552729930783372?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/1975552729930783372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=1975552729930783372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/1975552729930783372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/1975552729930783372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/01/highland-lords-series.html' title='The Highland Lords Series'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRTIJ1adSCo/Rb4LjJehpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dvREIJN5toY/s72-c/one+man%27s+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-2333705804706775443</id><published>2007-01-27T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:14:07.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Used Book Store...</title><content type='html'>I spent all day trying to get to a certain UBS and when I pulled into the driveway at 3:13, I saw the sign that said they closed at 3:00.   Grrrr.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of UBS...I haven't bought a new book since the strike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-2333705804706775443?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/2333705804706775443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=2333705804706775443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2333705804706775443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/2333705804706775443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/01/used-book-store.html' title='Used Book Store...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-4535720229717068809</id><published>2007-01-26T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:18:44.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beta, Spam and other useless trivialities</title><content type='html'>I switched to Beta but only cause they made me. I'm hoping since I held out that all the bugs and kinks are taken care of. Any tricks that I should be aware of since I haven't been around lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with the e-mail spam? I saw the show on Dateline (?) about all the new tricks by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;spammers&lt;/span&gt; but holy cow! My yahoo account has about 20 spams a day. It's ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say that I'm back because every time that I do I disappear again. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Karen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ranney's&lt;/span&gt; Highland Lord series. I'm on book 3, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Irresistible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;McRae&lt;/span&gt;. My favorite is definitely When the Laird Returns (Book 2) with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Alisdair&lt;/span&gt; and Iseabal. Loved it! If you need a Scottish fix and haven't read these, yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm Teacher of the Year at my school. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-4535720229717068809?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/4535720229717068809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=4535720229717068809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/4535720229717068809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/4535720229717068809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2007/01/beta-spam-and-other-useless.html' title='Beta, Spam and other useless trivialities'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-116566908004407190</id><published>2006-12-09T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T07:58:00.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everybody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Hi Blog Land! How are you? Sorry I've been away for so long but I'm just so unbelievably busy these days. I"m out the door at 6 am to go to school, I teach all day (those darling little 8th graders), then it's after school detention, followed by an on-line class which I finish up with a nice side of basketball practice. When I get home at about 7:30 and I cook dinner, wash clothes and if I'm lucky, do a little scrapbooking, there just isn't any time left in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I haven't even been reading lately, well, not romance anyway. I've read Criss Cross, Eragon, Eldest, Paul Revere's Ride and other poems by Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, etc, etc...unless it's for 8th grade, it's just not getting read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news on the baby front. We are still trying but mother nature is being a fickle little sprite. My BF "Q" is having her little girl on December 22nd, so I'm very excited about that. I threw her a gor-ge-ous baby shower a couple of weeks ago right after Linc and I got back from visiting his family for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things seem to be getting better, even though it is the holidays. I knew school would get better about now. Next semester always seems to be a breeze and I seem to have so much more free time, just haven't figured out the imbalance yet, of course, sports has a lot to do with it. Between football and volleyball and basketball....Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, what happened to my graphic at the top of the blog??? Ouch! Guess I'll have to fix that. I hope you are all well. Maybe I'll get to some blog hopping this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-116566908004407190?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/116566908004407190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=116566908004407190&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/116566908004407190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/116566908004407190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-everybody.html' title='Hello Everybody!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-116026832906775087</id><published>2006-10-07T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:45:29.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus...will return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/tbusy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Work is kicking my butt. New teachers, new curriculum, new students and I've taken on some extra/new responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my on line buds but I just can't seem to catch even a minute to be on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I'll return before Christmas but it's not looking good. Everything seems to slow down around March...so it might not be until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-116026832906775087?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/116026832906775087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=116026832906775087&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/116026832906775087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/116026832906775087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-hiatuswill-return.html' title='On Hiatus...will return'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115859479401957374</id><published>2006-09-18T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T12:03:58.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny's sidekick, Danny</title><content type='html'>Picture this: 5th period is diligently writing away in their reading journals when Shaun gets up to sharpen his pencil.  On the way back to his desk he yells out amid the utter silence, "Don't touch me."  Never one to be falsely accused, Danny yells back, "I didn't touch you...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An argument ensues:&lt;br /&gt;Shaun: "Yes you did."&lt;br /&gt;Danny: "No I didn't."&lt;br /&gt;Shaun: "You did too, stop lying."&lt;br /&gt;Danny: "I'm not lying, shut up before I really do hit you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the boys classmates begin to pay attention.  You can see their palms itching to lay bets like men circling a cock fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun: "You did touch me, when I sharpened my pencil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny replies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'M NOT GAY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which a stunned and silenced class bursts into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentleman, let the games begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115859479401957374?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115859479401957374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115859479401957374&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115859479401957374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115859479401957374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/09/johnnys-sidekick-danny.html' title='Johnny&apos;s sidekick, Danny'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115740982313123029</id><published>2006-09-04T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:51:14.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the work week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/daretoslack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/400/daretoslack.jpg" 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/25603024-115740982313123029?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115740982313123029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115740982313123029&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115740982313123029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115740982313123029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-to-work-week.html' title='Welcome to the work week!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115737851700837069</id><published>2006-09-04T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:01:57.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking...</title><content type='html'>I go to bed with a shock and I wake up to another...bad things come in threes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my  sympathy goes out to Louisville running back #19, Michael Bush, who broke his leg last night.  As a junior last year Bush was up for the NFL draft but turned it down to play one more season with Louisville and a shot at a better draft season.  Bush had a great start to the season scoring three touchdowns against Louisville's arch rival, Mephis, before a tackle broke his tibia.  Bush is out for the season and possibly his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad to see such a talented player lose his future in a second on the field.  And to Louisville who have a good shot at winning the Big East Conference this year, I hope Smith and Stripling step up to the challenge for you.  Of course, Louisville QB Brohm must be crushed.  Brohm and Bush were arguablly the best 1-2 punch this year and both were top contenders for the Heisman.  Hopefully Bush's replacements will continue to highlight Brohm's talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/steve%20and%20bindi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/steve%20and%20bindi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Linc wakes me up this morning and tells me that Steve Irwin has died.  How shocking!  I mean, everyone always joked about it but all I can think about is little Bindi Sue.  That little girl loved her daddy and it just breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if FSU loses to Miami tonight I will be in a total depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/fsu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/fsu2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115737851700837069?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115737851700837069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115737851700837069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115737851700837069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115737851700837069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/09/shocking.html' title='Shocking...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115732030497556195</id><published>2006-09-03T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:25:41.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strike, FOOTBALL and...other stuff</title><content type='html'>The strike is going well Sybil!  I actually haven't had a yearning to go into a New&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/strike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/strike.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Book Store (NBS) yet.  We were at the mall yesterday and when I walked by Walden I started to go in just because of habit but stopped myself.  Linc asked if we were going in and I had to tell him about the strike.  He laughed and asked what I was going to do after the 30 days.  I'm thinking I might keep right on going and see just how long I can last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/vbhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/vbhs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will football ever start???   I'm dying here!   Since I started blogging in March I haven't had the opportunity to talk about football.  I love high school football.  Live and breath it.  I grew up in a town where there was nothing but football, my dad was a coach and we went to games three nights a week.  (yep, three, middle school on Tues, JV on Thurs. and Varsity on Friday)  I keep track of four different high school teams: my dad's in central Florida (I even drive the 2 1/2 hours on Fridays to see the really good games), the two that my middle school feed into (Sebastian and Vero) but Vero is "my team" (Go Indians!) and Chaminade Madonna in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vero's not having a great year.  We lost to Sebastian for our kickoff classic and we had a really bad night Friday losing to Santaluces 16 to 6.  At one point our receiver fumbled the ball (for the third time) on the 6 and at the end of the play with number 1 kneeling on the field in embarrassment, the sprinklers came on.  It was classic.  However, South Sumter is kicking ass&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/fsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/fsu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again this year (go coach Sherman!) and won at Lake Butler 47 to 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FSU plays Miami tomorrow (yea!) and NFL starts Thursday (double yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently in a three day weekend with very few games to watch.  I'm currently watching Memphis at Mississippi (meh) but all their talk of this week's upcoming games (Ohio, WV and FSU) is making my mouth water.  We went and watched PoC Dead Man's Chest last night.  I liked it a lot.  I don't think it got a fair grade from the critics and viewers and Linc and I both thought the ending was good.  Then, just to tease myself some more we watched Invincible.  Damn but I need to get me some ESPN Classic.  Been meaning to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to cave and get HD programming from BrightHouse.  Since we now have an HD TV and all.  Now that I'll have a box I can get additional programming.  I'm awfully tempted to get the NFL on Demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you're sick of the football talk already, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I started reading again!  Yea!  Darcy and Elizabeth.  Started last night and I'm on like chapter 13.  It's really good so far!  For those of you who read Mr. Darcy Takes A Wife by Linda Berdoll, this one seems to be just as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115732030497556195?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115732030497556195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115732030497556195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115732030497556195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115732030497556195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/09/strike-football-andother-stuff.html' title='The Strike, FOOTBALL and...other stuff'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115698096655137030</id><published>2006-08-30T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:36:07.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done...</title><content type='html'>buying new books that is and for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All I do is go around talking about how wonderful the throwbacks from the 80s and 90s are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All the new books I keep buying suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the older books are more to my taste and can be bought for a fraction of the price from UBS...then why am I paying on average 8 bucks for a book that has the potential to be real crap?  I mean, come on, even the last Lindsey and Quinn was crap.  Why do that to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, all of the talk about new releases and who just got what is alluring, but I'm tired of being a conformist.  I'm tired of trying to "keep up with the hype".  I'm losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm banning myself from the bookstore.  For the next 30 days I will not step foot in a new bookstore and I will not buy a brand new book.  I'm picking thirty because my birthday is on October 1 and I will more than likely want to treat myself to a book or two.  If I hear that a book is good, then I'll make a list and look for it at the UBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has really spurred my distaste in recent romance is the 20 by 20 meme that &lt;a href="http://cindyl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt; started (yes Cindy, it's all your fault!).  Almost every list is filled with great, older books, many of which I haven't read.  Why am I spending my money on new releases that are bad when all of those good old books are sitting on the UBS shelves just waiting for me to buy them?  And then, even though I was planning this as I read &lt;a href="http://www.romancereadersring.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zeek's post at RRR&lt;/a&gt;, the recent discussions about author's being upset at readers buying used just floored me.  You aren't providing quality writing and yet you complain that readers try to save a few bucks?  Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done and now you know why.  Let the count down begin.  It will be interesting to see if I'm much happier at the end of my 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115698096655137030?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115698096655137030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115698096655137030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115698096655137030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115698096655137030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115695918733788174</id><published>2006-08-30T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:52:08.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nines marry nines..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/ralph%20and%20lahna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/ralph%20and%20lahna.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and twos marry twos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that quote rings familiar it's because House said it in the Season 2 Finale.  I chuckled when I heard it but didn't think more about it until I was watching tv this weekend.  Twice couples were brought up into the conversation who were clearly off the numbers mark and I was shocked by how much it bothered (maybe not bothered but confused?  or surprised?) me that a 9 would marry a 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophical debate contintues after the cut&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?  Ever thought about it? Are you an 8 totally in love with a 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/Lyle_larisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/Lyle_larisa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/odd%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/odd%20couple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/mmr95g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/mmr95g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are numbers all in the eye of the beholder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/ext.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/ext.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/extreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/extreme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/jared.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/bgates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/bgates.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, then you must ask if money has the ability to raise you on the number line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115695918733788174?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115695918733788174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115695918733788174&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115695918733788174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115695918733788174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/nines-marry-nines_30.html' title='Nines marry nines..'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115668615747426053</id><published>2006-08-29T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T05:22:06.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Things That Irritate Me</title><content type='html'>1. Joke pauses-my father in law does this a lot.  There you are, talking or eating or whatnot and then WHAM!  A joke pause and you don't know what he just said or you totally didn't think it was funny enough for a pause so there's that awkward second where you look at the individual and your mind is thinking I'm not going to laugh for you you idiot, that wasn't funny or shit, I shouldn't have been daydreaming about dinner what the hell did he just say?  Crap, now I gotta do that fake chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "When are you guys going to have a baby?" (my sister in pain, &lt;a href="http://peachmargarita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Izzy&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls Gone Wild (thanks &lt;a href="http://wheresmyhero.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daniella&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Only 2 open lanes at the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Parents who sign homework without reading their child's answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No name papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Elementary school teachers (it's not natural to be that happy all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Endlessly long red lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how difficult this would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Idiots who freak out over Tropical Storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The Weather Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Having to rinse dishes before putting them in the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Dust bunnies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. House dogs (excluding &lt;a href="http://she-rapop.blogspot.com/2006/08/power-struggle.html"&gt;Max&lt;/a&gt;!)-I don't have a dog and no, I don't want yours in my lap either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Crying babies in expensive restaurants...hello?  You're ruining everyone elses $50 meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Rude checkout girls at Wal-Mart.  It's Wal-Mart sweetheart, what were you expecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Getting home and having those stupid anti-theft ink tags still on the outfit I wanted to wear tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did I mention The Weather Channel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Phone calls at 4:30 am with no one on the other end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. No passing zones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115668615747426053?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115668615747426053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115668615747426053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115668615747426053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115668615747426053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/20-things-that-irritate-me.html' title='20 Things That Irritate Me'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115681351264929846</id><published>2006-08-28T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:07:22.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, damn, damn</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the storm isn't really that big of a deal because by this point if it was going to blow away, it'd be gone by now.  And the day or two off school will be nice.  But what sucks is that we lose our emergency days from the calendar, which means we'll have to work the day before Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the only county working tomorrow.  Which means the kids (that show) will be completely useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/ernesto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/ernesto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Fiona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update**  I just received a call getting an official invite to a kicking hurricane party.  Now that Ernesto will probably only be a TS, we can hang out at friends and party hardy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115681351264929846?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115681351264929846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115681351264929846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115681351264929846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115681351264929846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/damn-damn-damn.html' title='Damn, damn, damn'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115668652981870675</id><published>2006-08-28T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:26:50.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 100 Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Top 100-How many have I read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bold= read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Italics= TBR pile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;           = Already entered on the written TBR list (written?  people do that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Flowers From the Storm by Laura Kinsale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Welcome to Temptation by Jennifer Crusie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. As You Desire by Connie Brockway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Bet Me by Jennifer Crusie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Outlander by Diana Gabaldon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Over the Edge by Suzanne Brockmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. All Through the Night by Connie Brockway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Sea Swept by Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. It Had to be You by Susan Elizabeth Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;12. A Summer to Remember by Mary Balogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Morning Glory by LaVyrle Spencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. The Proposition by Judith Ivory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught&lt;br /&gt;16. Ravished by Amanda Quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Frederica by Georgette Heyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Mrs. Drew Plays Her Hand by Carla Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. MacKenzie's Mountain by Linda Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Mr. Perfect by Linda Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. The Grand Sophy by Georgette Heyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. The Bride by Julie Garwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. Devil's Bride by Stephanie Laurens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25. To Have and to Hold by Patricia Gaffney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26. Born in Fire by Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27. Winter Garden by Adele Ashworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Gone Too Far by Suzanne Brockmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn&lt;br /&gt;30. Saving Grace by Julie Garwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. My Dearest Enemy by Connie Brockway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32. In the Midnight Rain by Barbara Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33. The Windflower by Laura London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34. Naked in Death by J.D. Robb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Whitney, My Love by Judith McNaught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Nobody's Baby but Mine by Susan Elizabeth Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Paradise by Judith McNaught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;39. The Shadow and the Star by Laura Kinsale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40. Dream Man by Linda Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41. Out of Control by Suzanne Brockmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;42. Silk and Shadows by Mary Jo Putney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;43. See Jane Score by Rachel Gibson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;44. Shattered Rainbows by Mary Jo Putney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;45. Thunder and Roses by Mary Jo Putney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. The Duke and I by Julia Quinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;47. Heart Throb by Suzanne Brockmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;48. For My Lady's Heart by Laura Kinsale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Honor's Splendor by Julie Garwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;50. Lord Carew's Bride by Mary Balogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;51. Untie my Heart by Judith Ivory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;52. Dream a Little Dream by Susan Elizabeth Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. The Secret by Julie Garwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. This is All I Ask by Lynn Kurland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;55. Slightly Dangerous by Mary Balogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;56. One Perfect Rose by Mary Jo Putney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;57. To Love and to Cherish by Patricia Gaffney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;58. Kiss an Angel by Susan Elizabeth Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;59. Heaven, Texas by Susan Elizabeth Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;60. Venetia by Georgette Heyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;61. Daughter of the Game by Tracy Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. The Prize by Julie Garwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Reforming Lord Ragsdale by Carla Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;64. Prince Joe by Suzanne Brockmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;65. The Notorious Rake by Mary Balogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;66. Heartless by Mary Balogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;67. Son of the Morning by Linda Howard&lt;br /&gt;68. Sleeping Beauty by Judith Ivory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;69. Where Dreams Begin by Lisa Kleypas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;70. The Devil's Cub by Georgette Heyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;71. The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;72. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;73. With This Ring by Carla Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. The Lion's Lady by Julie Garwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;75. The Rake by Mary Jo Putney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;76. Fallen from Grace by Laura Leone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;77. Always to Remember by Lorraine Heath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;78. Castles by Julie Garwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;79. One Good Turn by Carla Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;80. Chesapeake Blue by Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;81. By Arrangement by Madeline Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Perfect by Judith McNaught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;83. My Darling Caroline by Adele Ashworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;84. The Defiant Hero by Suzanne Brockmann&lt;br /&gt;85. The Unsung Hero by Suzanne Brockmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;86. Guilty Pleasures by Laura Lee Guhrke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;88. Kill and Tell by Linda Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;89. After the Night by Linda Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;90. More than a Mistress by Mary Balogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;91. Born in Ice by Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;92. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Wonderful by Loretta Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;93. The Charm School by Susan Wiggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;94. Scoundrel by Elizabeth Elliott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. How to Marry a Marquis by Julia Quinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Angel Rogue by Mary Jo Putney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;97. Trust Me by Jayne Ann Krentz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;98. Dancing on the Wind by Mary Jo Putney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Once and Always by Judith McNaught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. This Heart of Mine by Susan Elizabeth Phillips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read 23.  I wonder where I fall on the scale?  Pitiful, average or above the cut?  What's your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115668652981870675?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115668652981870675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115668652981870675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115668652981870675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115668652981870675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/top-100-books.html' title='Top 100 Books'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115669632257039288</id><published>2006-08-27T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:32:02.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viral Blogging</title><content type='html'>Not one to be left out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIN $200 AMAZON &lt;/span&gt;Gift certificate from DearAuthor.com by participating in a blogging experiment   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am participating in a blogging experiment hosted at&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dearauthor.com/wordpress/viral-blogging-contest-do-we-have-hand/trackback"&gt;dearauthor.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To enter the contest, put up this blurb, image, and trackback and you are entered to win the following prize package.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;$200 Amazon gift certificate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Signed copy of Slave to Sensation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Zealand goodies chosen by Singh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ARC of Christine Feehan’s October 31 release:&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0515142166/002-4247344-8333600?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;Conspiracy Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0515142166/002-4247344-8333600?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;You can read about the experiment&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dearauthor.com/wordpress/viral-blogging-contest-do-we-have-hand/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you can download the code that you need to participate&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dearauthor.com/contestcode.txt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SLAVE TO SENSATION&lt;br /&gt;Nalini Singh&lt;br /&gt;Berkley / September 2006&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://dearauthor.com/sts_small.gif" alt="Slave to Sensation" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Welcome to a future where emotion is a crime and powers of the mind clash brutally against those of the heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sascha Duncan is one of the Psy, a psychic race that has cut off its emotions in an effort to prevent murderous insanity. Those who feel are punished by having their brains wiped clean, their personalities and memories destroyed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lucas Hunter is a Changeling, a shapeshifter who craves sensation, lives for touch. When their separate worlds collide in the serial murders of Changeling women, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities…or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nalinisingh.com/slave.html"&gt; Excerpt &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nalinisingh.com/slave.html"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115669632257039288?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115669632257039288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115669632257039288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115669632257039288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115669632257039288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/viral-blogging_115669632257039288.html' title='Viral Blogging'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115669255067717776</id><published>2006-08-27T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:29:20.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DNF...</title><content type='html'>Secret Society Girl was a DNF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115669255067717776?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115669255067717776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115669255067717776&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115669255067717776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115669255067717776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/dnf_27.html' title='DNF...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115667926919724266</id><published>2006-08-27T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T07:47:49.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So what happened?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not really sure.  When I started blogging six months ago I was a total addict.  I didn't think there was any way I could go a day without my 'blog fix'.  And then this summer, with nothing else to really do, I put it into overtime.  So did I get burn out?  Or did real life just intrude too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a little of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had preplanning at school and I am a team leader, which means I run a group of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/sleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teachers, three of which were new this year.   So I had absolutely no time.   I spent the evenings and the weekend trying to get myself together since I was spending the days helping others.  And then the kids started.  It looks like this might be a really nice group this year (knock on wood) which we need because the last two years, woooo, have they been rough.   And man, I forgot how exhausted you are the first week!  Linc and I have been working till 6, then I'm too tired to cook so we go out to eat, add the 30+ minute drive home and by the time I walk in the door at 8:30-9:00 I'm just too pooped to do anything other than go to sleep.  I didn't even call my folks this week and usually I'm on the phone with Scarlett or Jimmy at least every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Linc bought a TV.  Yep, last Saturday evening, one day before kids started, my&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/tv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; husband bought a 50 inch Sony LCD television that once we got home was HUGE.  So big in fact, that we had to rearrange the entire living room.  Which ended up requiring us to move the furniture in three rooms.  I completely rearranged and redecorated our house Saturday and Sunday evening after working full days.  It's just been crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are starting to get back to normal.  I vegged and relaxed yesterday and I feel much better.  My students start reading tomorrow in class so I will have 20 minute mini breaks each period which will give me time to do all my teacher stuff and free up my afternoons for...blogging!  I apologize for dropping off the face of the earth for so long.  I know how upset I would have been if it was one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, I'm back, and maybe better than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have done absolutely no reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115667926919724266?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115667926919724266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115667926919724266&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115667926919724266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115667926919724266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-what-happened.html' title='So what happened?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115568405748104124</id><published>2006-08-15T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:20:57.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>North and South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/north%20and%20south.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/north%20and%20south.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to thank whoever recommended the video North and South.  &lt;a href="http://cindyl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy?&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://super_librarian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy?&lt;/a&gt;    I'm not really sure but because of a blog post I ordered it from Netflix.  Of course, it sat in the kitchen for over a week when it came in because I wasn't in the mood for a civil war movie.  Yep, you read that right, I said civil war.  The problem is, when anything is mentioned of north and south here (in the south) the civil war is your immediate thought.  It didn't even dawn on me until Sunday that BBC wouldn't make a movie about the American Civil War!  ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday I popped the first dvd in (the only one I received) and fell.  in.  love.  with this movie.  Loved it so much that when I finished the first disc I went to Barnes and Noble (who have an entire BBC section, I'm so in love with them right now) and bought the video.  Came home and finished it!  It was sooooooo good!  Rent it and watch it if you haven't.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/pandp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/pandp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Monday I had reserved to veg out the day before going back to work and what better way to waste away the day then to watch Pride and Prejudice again!  I put a post it note inside the case and have been listing all the dates that I've watched it...13 times in the last two years.  Of course, after I watch P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/mr%20darcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/mr%20darcy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;P I have to read my favorite parts of Mr. Darcy Takes A Wife.  *le sigh*  Like the beginning when they are still dating and get caught by Jane making out in the bedroom.  Or what about the bathroom/carriage scene the night after the honeymoon?  Hmmmm?  Of course, I always read about the miscarriage and ball like a baby.  I skip all the chasing Georgianna crap and then read about the twins birth.  Follow that with the last 10 pages of the novel and *le sigh* you have happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to whomever posted about North and South...THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115568405748104124?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115568405748104124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115568405748104124&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115568405748104124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115568405748104124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/north-and-south.html' title='North and South'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115568299337327497</id><published>2006-08-15T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:03:13.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day...</title><content type='html'>Well, I went back to the grind today.  Surprisingly I couldn't sleep last night.  I kept having nightmares about walking in to class the first day and there being so many students I didn't have enough desks for all of them!  Linc and I were both up at 3:30, neither one of us could sleep.  I was anxious and I think Linc was terrified at the thought of all those end users returning and messing up his computers!  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was actually fun.  I have three new teachers in my grade, two of them reading teachers so I spent the day running around getting everybody settled.  Tomorrow will be filled with meetings so maybe around Thursday I'll actually get to do some planning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted and trying to get myself drunk so I'll talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115568299337327497?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115568299337327497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115568299337327497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115568299337327497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115568299337327497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day.html' title='First day...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115539882012511786</id><published>2006-08-12T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:07:00.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/messy%20desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/messy%20desk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School officially starts for teachers on Tuesday and kids Monday, August 22nd.   I may be  very sporadic with my posting depending on how motivated I am.  The more the idiots I work with piss me off the more posts you will probably see!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115539882012511786?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115539882012511786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115539882012511786&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115539882012511786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115539882012511786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115539832484706150</id><published>2006-08-12T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:58:44.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Help!</title><content type='html'>I need the name of a movie.  I watched it when I was a little girl and I'm pretty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/jethro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/jethro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sure it was old then.  I think the main characters might have been a little girl and a little boy with their grandfather, but this is the scene that is stuck in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little man (fairy?  elf?) is single and being chased by a bunch of girls and the one who catches him gets to keep him.  I think it might have been Jethro from the Beverly Hillbillies and I'm pretty sure the kids watched this scene in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115539832484706150?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115539832484706150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115539832484706150&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115539832484706150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115539832484706150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/movie-help.html' title='Movie Help!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115517181267297947</id><published>2006-08-09T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:03:32.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Romance Novels</title><content type='html'>That's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming these are all self published but, free is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.free-online-novels.com/"&gt;FreeOnlineNovels.com&lt;/a&gt; and the romance novels are a little over half way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm interested in Blaze of Light (a modern (?) viking romance) and  Lucifer-Love's Redemption.   Both happen to be by Robyn Crane.   Is she a published author?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115517181267297947?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115517181267297947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115517181267297947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115517181267297947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115517181267297947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/free-romance-novels.html' title='Free Romance Novels'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115492428835329196</id><published>2006-08-07T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:43:38.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day...now with pictures!</title><content type='html'>Because of Beth, we had breakfast at Ann Sathers.  It was wonderful.  I had a mushroom and swiss omelet and Linc had french toast.  We shared the cinnamon roll.  Yum.  The food was good and the coffee even better.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01989.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01989.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More below the cut...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we rode the L down to the Field Museum where we spent the rest of the day.  At 3:30 we got in to see the traveling King Tut exhibit.  We never made it to Ft. Lauderdale when it was in FL so we went in Chicago.  It was good but we were disappointed that none of the coffins holding Tut were on display.  Just a wooden bust and a mini version called a shabti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC02029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC02029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC02026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC02026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC02017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC02017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 7 hours at the museum, we went back to Navy Pier.  We had dinner at BeBops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC02032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC02032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC02034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC02034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to the IMAX theatre and watched Superman Returns 3D.  It was really good.  I didn't like Lois Lane's characterization and of course I didn't feel their was enough of a love story, but it was surprisingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back at the home base Monday night.  I have one week until school starts back and Scarlett has been at my house for 4 days so it will probably take the next week to undo all of her rearranging!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115492428835329196?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115492428835329196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115492428835329196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115492428835329196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115492428835329196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-daynow-with-pictures.html' title='Last Day...now with pictures!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115669360381222940</id><published>2006-08-06T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:46:43.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Dos Dia</title><content type='html'>We walked three hours this morning!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Down Astor and over to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Michigan Avenue&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; to do some window oogling and shopping.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pictures below the cut...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01861.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01862.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we met my favorite SIL Pam and hubby at the John Hancock Building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She works in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and they are also here for the weekend. We went to Giordano's on &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Superior&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, but there was an hour wait so we ended up across the street at the _____ Rush Street Restuarant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was this great little Italian place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01864.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch we went back to the Hancock building but didn't want to wait an hour for the line so we headed back over to Navy Pier and did the architectural river tour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The tour was fun and gave us a nice rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that we walked for two hours over to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sears&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and went up to the Skydeck.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not ones to let good things go, Linc and I ate a deep dish pepperoni at the Giordano's on &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01988.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01988.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We can't find a bus route map.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;None.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other than the teeny tiny ones posted at the stops.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did you know &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; won't even fit on one map?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the busses have been difficult and we've opted to walk instead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This evening we went back to the subways because those I can work and we had no problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Went across the entire city no prob.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It also appears that the red line is the party line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is constantly packed with 20 somethings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if that is a result of the weekend, Lolapalooza, or just a constant occurance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Museums tomorrow!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;...Fiona...&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/25603024-115669360381222940?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115669360381222940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115669360381222940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115669360381222940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115669360381222940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/chicago-dos-dia_06.html' title='Chicago Dos Dia'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115478871575805221</id><published>2006-08-05T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:44:34.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-caga Day 1</title><content type='html'>After we left the awesome hotel yesterday we were going to head north and explore a little bit but Linc was starving so we bee lined over to the lake, took a pedestrian tunnel under the big road and walked along the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics below the cut...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01797.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't really have any plans so when we came across the Beaschstro, Linc decided we were eating dinner.  It was a fun little outdoor restaurant right on Lake Michigan.  And for all you Chicago natives, the Beachstro really does look like Key West in Chicago.  We had blue chips with black bean and corn salsa.  Linc had pizza (the best so far he said) and I had quesadillas.  The food was really good.  Our waitress was from Ireland and had the most beautiful brogue...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01801.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner we continued walking up to Navy Pier.  We walked along this very busy concrete biking/jogging path while watching the swimmers in the lake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01809.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we arrived at Navy Pier.  We ended up at the Beer Garden where we watched the boats going out while the sky changed the prettiest pink and blue and listened to a band playing on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01823.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01829.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then after the sun set and the city started to turn on we headed back to the hotel via Grand station.  The walk into the city felt surprisingly safe.  The L station was awful.  We were trying to catch the red line and it was coming from 95.  Every single train was packed.  So far, not much to recommend Chicago's public transportation.  I think we're going to stick with the busses for the rest of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01844.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115478871575805221?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115478871575805221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115478871575805221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115478871575805221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115478871575805221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/chi-caga-day-1.html' title='Chi-caga Day 1'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115472958797531020</id><published>2006-08-04T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:13:07.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out Chicago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/chicago.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/chicago.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we've arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicago is...different.  First, we couldn't find our baggage claim terminal.  Holy freakin' cow is O'Hare complicated!  Sheesh!  Then, we took the CTA into town...a 45 minute train ride.   When we got to the station the attendants were yelling to come on that everyone could get on for free so we jumped on the bandwagon and went.   The train was packed.  I mean, shoulder to shoulder, no where to sit, packed in like sardines.  (sssppttt, Linc was not a happy camper at this point, hehe)  Every time the train stopped I had to literally get off, let everyone by and then squeeze back in without the doors hitting my backpack.  It was...an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicago and Boston are night and day.  The people in Boston were friendly, the streets were clean, we saw maybe 5 bums while we were there and no slum areas.  Chicago, not so much.  The people on the train were surprisingly loud.  Several large groups of locals thought nothing of talking to each other at the top of their lungs.  However, it felt a lot like the busses in Orlando, so it made me a little homesick (LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Our hotel Rocks!  We are in this beautiful area of Chicago (the north side) and are only blocks from the Archbishop's residence, the Edward Russell House and Charnley-Persky House.  What's so special about those places you ask?  I have no idea but I should be able to tell you after dinner!  Oh, right, the hotel.  We are staying at the Ambassador East for $99 a night.  God love Orbitz.  No really, that site is da bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm too embarrassed to tell you what we have spent for internet access.  We thought we were having to pay in our hotel in Boston and the connection was really sucky so I wasn't on much.  When we checked out this morning we weren't charged (because of said suckiness), so yeah!  But we did pay for wi-fi at the airport because we got there so early and then we had to pay a flat fee for each day here at the ambassador. Ugh.  We are some serious nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We're off to explore.  I can see Lake Michigan from the hotel window so we're headed over to Lincoln Park.  After that I don't know.  Maybe dinner at Navy Pier.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm halfway through Midnight Magic by Feehan and I'm loving it.  I had a hard time picturing Gregori and Savannah.  Gregori's just so...old.  And Savannah was a little annoying with her whinny butt attitude in the beginning but I'm really liking it now.  I love the whole young innocent saves the older dark hero from himself.  I really enjoy that plot.  I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115472958797531020?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115472958797531020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115472958797531020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115472958797531020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115472958797531020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-out-chicago.html' title='Look out Chicago!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115469564990694212</id><published>2006-08-04T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:56:19.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>En Route...</title><content type='html'>Well, we had another great day in Boston yesterday.  It was really hot but the wind took a turn about 5 pm and it cooled down really fast.  68 degrees last night and 70 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01714.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday morning we took the trolley tour of Boston.  It took almost 2 hours and we had a great guide.  We really enjoyed hearing all of this history and seeing the city without all of the walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01726.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate lunch in Little Italy...what a great neighborhood!  Linc had pizza and I ate lasagna.  It was soooo good.  We walked the neighborhood for almost an hour after lunch and then grabbed the trolley again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01758.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little shopping at Copley Place and then we went to Downtown Crossing where I saw the infamous Fillene's Basement!  Ah, the stuff dreams are made of.  We also stopped at Brattle's Book Shop where I picked up a couple of OOP poetry books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made an early night of it.  Did a little pub hopping and then went back to the motel to pack.  I'm currently in the Boston airport waiting for our flight.  We layover in Philly and should be in Chicago at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: The original Cheers picture I showed you was the sound stage replica  in Faneuil Hall.   Here is the entrance to the Bull and Finch...the original inspiration for Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115469564990694212?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115469564990694212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115469564990694212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115469564990694212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115469564990694212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/en-route.html' title='En Route...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115456955526891009</id><published>2006-08-02T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:55:57.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Day 2</title><content type='html'>First thing this morning we headed off to the JFK museum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really good and the exhibits had lots of memorabilia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Definitely worth it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01642.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01654.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Next we headed to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Fenway&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Walked the neighborhood and took in the ambiance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ate lunch in the shadow of the Green Monster at the Cask and Flagon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linc had an awesome pepperoni pizza and I had ½ a Rueben and clam chowder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a clam chowder fan and man, that was some of the best I have ever eaten!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After Fenway we headed over to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Museum&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Fine Arts&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw paintings by Monet, Renoir (which was my favorite), Van Gogh, and O’Keefe (my second favorite).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Egyptian exhibit was a lot of fun and we really enjoyed Rock Posters Through The Ages.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were lucky because our detour through Fenway had us arriving at the MFA at 4pm and we got in free because of a special “open night”!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That saved us thirty bucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We spent hours in the MFA so we headed over to Boston Common and walked down &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Trenton Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, doubling back through Downtown Crossing and ended up in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/st1:place&gt; where we had the BEST beef and broccoli and sweet and sour pork.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yummy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ate with our chop sticks and listened to the couple next to us talking in Chinese (I think).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s 9pm now and we’re back in the hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Feet are aching but we’re having a blast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve decided to pay for the Trolley Tour tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will give us a tour of the city above ground and we can get off and on all we want.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;…Fiona…&lt;/p&gt;PS-Blogger stopped letting me upload pics halfway through.  Maybe it'll be in a better mood tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115456955526891009?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115456955526891009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115456955526891009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115456955526891009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115456955526891009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/boston-day-2.html' title='Boston Day 2'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115452163640524883</id><published>2006-08-02T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:45:34.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Boston!</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it!  We had to switch planes in DC and had a 2 hour layover because our pilots were stuck in traffic.  We landed and jumped right on to the Silver Line and learned the MBTA first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the New England Aquarium yesterday.  Their claim to fame is the penguin exhibit.  It was lots of fun.  There is also a traveling jelly fish exhibit here that was really neat.  Jelly fish are just beautiful!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also watched an IMAX movie.  Sharks 3D.  Actually, it was a little boring...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the aquarium we walked through Faneuil Hall and ate dinner at Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to see some museums and try to stay out of the 102 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom Trail tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is really easy to get around in and we're already pros at the Subway...which is H.O.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt at architechtural photography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you see when you come off the subway and turn to go to our hotel.  I love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the street that our hotel is on.  We are right in the middle of the city with local pizza joints and pubs on every corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01604.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Fiona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-Blame Ames...she wanted the pics! :-)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115452163640524883?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115452163640524883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115452163640524883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115452163640524883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115452163640524883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-from-boston.html' title='Hello from Boston!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115438622629509838</id><published>2006-07-31T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:53:51.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>The bags are packed.  The alarm is set for 3 am (yikes!) and we take off from OIA at 6am sharp.  We'll be arriving in Boston at 10:30am and hit the ground running.  Freedom trails, wharfs, Walden Pond, aquariums and all the beer we can possibly consume.  Watch out Bean Town, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 days at Boston and then 4 more in Chicago.    Daily updates and pics planned!   Looks like we're going to get there just in time for the heat wave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLqnbEfWkNA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLqnbEfWkNA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115438622629509838?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115438622629509838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115438622629509838&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115438622629509838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115438622629509838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115430837703267168</id><published>2006-07-30T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:12:57.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I found...</title><content type='html'>Dark Desire by Christine Feehan at the UBS.  Reading Midnight Sun by Rene Lyons&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/dark%20desire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/dark%20desire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; made my mouth water for some vampires.  I probably haven't read what I would consider good vampires since my days with Christopher Pike.  I picked out three vamp books before I left for the farm on Friday but ended up reading Dark Desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, was it good.  Talk about a tortured hero!  Jacques was tortured...literally!  I really enjoyed the book and picked up Gregori and Byron's stories on my way home tonight.  I'll be reading them this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115430837703267168?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115430837703267168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115430837703267168&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115430837703267168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115430837703267168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-found.html' title='I found...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115430809082938637</id><published>2006-07-30T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:08:10.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know...</title><content type='html'>Why there are so many comedies out about wacky families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Hey Grandma, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Faye: Oh honey, I'm good, just as busy as can be.  They're dropping like flies, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;me: What's dropping like flies?&lt;br /&gt;Faye:The old folks.  Why, I've been to 6 funerals in the last 4 weeks.  I keep opening the paper expecting to see me name written there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's a family visit to the farm without a cow taking down the fence emergency, a philosophical &lt;s&gt;screaming match&lt;/s&gt; debate with Scarlett over why every religion other than Southern Baptists are not heathens and having to repeat everything twice at the dinner table because Jimmy refuses to wear his hearing aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115430809082938637?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115430809082938637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115430809082938637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115430809082938637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115430809082938637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/now-i-know.html' title='Now I know...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115403898632488940</id><published>2006-07-27T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:09:59.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/farm%20note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/400/farm%20note.jpg" alt="" 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/25603024-115403898632488940?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115403898632488940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115403898632488940&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115403898632488940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115403898632488940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/note.html' title='Note:'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115403735189130632</id><published>2006-07-27T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:06:29.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Protector-ebook</title><content type='html'>I thought I would "do a Sybil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="headline"&gt;Dark Protector&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/Morgan-DProtector-drm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/Morgan-DProtector-drm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.ebookwise.com/servlet/mw;jsessionid=rOnK-fUZ7iHnnGc7PrhuyAn+HNY?t=author&amp;ai=22386&amp;amp;si=43"&gt;Alexis Morgan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/Morgan-DProtector-drm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p class="small"&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Category:&lt;/b&gt; Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Description:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.ebookwise.com/mindwise/new_new.GIF" /&gt; Devlin Bane: Born a Paladin, he is a member of an ancient band of warriors locked in a centuries-old war against evil. His destiny: To die over and over again to protect mankind from the Others, only to be revived each time by his mortal Handler. But his fierce strength and courage cannot save him from gradually becoming one of the monsters he was born to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Laurel Young, who has spent years training to become a Handler, must remain detached from her patients. But each time she revives the darkly compelling Devlin Bane, he claims a little more of her soul and incites in her desires that grow wilder and wilder--even as he inches closer to losing his humanity. As the war against the Others grows more desperate, Laurel and Devlin can't help but give in to the fierce hunger that's sizzled between them for so long. Now they'll face the ultimate battle together--to save a dark, passionate love that goes against every rule as they join forces to fight an enemy who is closer than they ever imagined....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eBook Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; Simon &amp; Schuster/Pocket Books, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eBookwise Release Date:&lt;/b&gt; July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the author &lt;a href="http://www.alexismorgan.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a review &lt;a href="http://www.aromancereview.com/reviews/index.php?app_state=show_event&amp;amp;bookid=8699"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone read it or other works by the author before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115403735189130632?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115403735189130632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115403735189130632&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115403735189130632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115403735189130632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/dark-protector-ebook.html' title='Dark Protector-ebook'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115401751937229357</id><published>2006-07-27T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:51:44.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 things</title><content type='html'>I was about to start pouting about not being tagged and then Ames went and shared all the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Steak N Shake Waitress&lt;br /&gt;2. Cowhand (aka cowpoke)&lt;br /&gt;3. JC Penny Shoe Salesperson&lt;br /&gt;4. Law Office Clerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I would watch over and over (and have):&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever After&lt;br /&gt;2. The Big Easy&lt;br /&gt;3. Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;4. Bull Durham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0374900/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Webster, FL&lt;br /&gt;2. Tallahassee, FL&lt;br /&gt;3. Umatilla, FL&lt;br /&gt;4. Sebastian, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. House&lt;br /&gt;3. Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;4. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yellowstone National Park&lt;br /&gt;2. The Badlands&lt;br /&gt;3. Key West, FL&lt;br /&gt;4. Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. Myspace.com (I have a classroom space 4 my kids)&lt;br /&gt;2. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;3. YouTube&lt;br /&gt;4. Simon Says BB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wpl.winnipeg.ca/library/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favourite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken Nuggets&lt;br /&gt;2. Tator tots&lt;br /&gt;3. Tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;4. Artichoke and spinach dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Honolulu, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2. Lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;3. Cayman Islands&lt;br /&gt;4. Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends I think will respond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://badattitles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Devon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookwormom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloghappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.romancereadingmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115401751937229357?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115401751937229357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115401751937229357&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115401751937229357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115401751937229357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/4-things.html' title='4 things'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115397085542739002</id><published>2006-07-26T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:27:35.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Libertine</title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen The Libertine with Johnny Depp?  Where was I when this came out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a poetry professor who was short, timid and wore those stereotypical round-rimmed glasses.  He was very meek (unless he was reading poetry, whoa boy, watch out then!) and his lectures were very serious.  At the end of my first semester he invited all of us to Rochester Night.  We met at a local restaurant, ate way too much, got roaring drunk and read bawdy poetry aloud to our horror.  I'll never forget that night with Little Dude sitting at the head of our table quoting lines from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sodom%2C_or_the_Quintessence_of_Debauchery"&gt;Sodom&lt;/a&gt; by memory.  It was great and this movie was exactly how I had always pictured Mr. Wilmot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the first two minutes of the movie are the best.  If you see nothing else, see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cnn2bS25I5A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cnn2bS25I5A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115397085542739002?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115397085542739002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115397085542739002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115397085542739002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115397085542739002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/libertine.html' title='The Libertine'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115393220484487282</id><published>2006-07-26T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:43:24.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We've established I'm a sucker, correct?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE REALITY CHICK BUZZ THE BOOK&lt;/strong&gt; contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The PRIZES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/rc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/rc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Your choice of either an iPod Shuffle, OR a fifty dollar Amazon.com gift certificate(2) An autographed copy of REALITY CHICK by Lauren Barnholdt(3) A copy of the August issue of Teen People, which lists REALITY CHICK as a Can’t-Miss Pick for August(4) Free tuition to a session of Lauren’s YA writing class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CONTEST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STEP ONE:&lt;/em&gt; Simply copy and paste this whole message (including the info about the contest) into any blog, message board, email list, myspace bulletin, or anywhere a lot of people will see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALITY CHICK by Lauren Barnholdt is NOW IN STORES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going away to college means total independence and freedom. Unless ofcourse your freshman year is taped and televised for all the world towatch. On uncensored cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and normal Ally Cavanaugh is one of five freshpeople shacking upon In the House, a reality show filmed on her college campus. (As ifschool isn’t panic-inducing enough!) The cameras stalk her likepaparazzi, but they also capture the fun that is new friends, oldcrushes, and learning to live on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the camera adds ten pounds, but with the freshman fifteen a given anyway, who cares?Ally’s got bigger issues — like how her long-distance bf can watch herloopy late-night “episode” with a certain housemate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year on film.It’s outrageous.It’s juicy.And like all good reality TV, it’s impossible to turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN STORES NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Lauren on the web at www.laurenbarnholdt.com or on her myspace at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/laurenbarnholdt"&gt;www.myspace.com/laurenbarnholdt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;STEP TWO&lt;/em&gt; — Email Lauren at lauren (at) laurenbarnholdt.com and let her know you’ve posted about the contest and the book, and you’ll be entered to win the prize pack! The winner will be picked at random on September 1st. The more places you post, the more entries you get. Have fun and good luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Isn't this exaclty what Jane was talking about but with a bribe to sweeten the deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115393220484487282?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115393220484487282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115393220484487282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115393220484487282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115393220484487282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/weve-established-im-sucker-correct.html' title='We&apos;ve established I&apos;m a sucker, correct?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115388698515237920</id><published>2006-07-25T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:11:42.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamper Me Day</title><content type='html'>I slept in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/pamper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/pamper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with my two best girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut (and love it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my eyebrows waxed...and I still have eyebrows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Deluxe pedicure (hot rocks, cool wax, massage and cute red tootsies) and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/redtoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/redtoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; read Secret Society Girl while sitting in the massage chair.  Oh did I feel so uber chick cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had pink and whites put on (acrylic nails) at Linc's request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I bee bopped around town in my new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/buick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/buick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, ouch, sizzle, I'm on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/pinkandwhite.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/pinkandwhite.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great day.  I never do this for myself so it was fun.  But now I can't type.  I once saw a show on E! where they were showing popular clothes for dogs.  They put little shoes on this dog and he pranced around like his feet were on fire.  That's what my fingers feel like on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.  I'll be back to the whole lazy slob life then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115388698515237920?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115388698515237920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115388698515237920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115388698515237920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115388698515237920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/pamper-me-day.html' title='Pamper Me Day'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115379960265190945</id><published>2006-07-24T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:53:22.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance Readers Ring</title><content type='html'>I'm going to make you find out for youself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/romance_readers_ring-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/romance_readers_ring-vi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://romancereadersring.blogspot.com/"&gt;Romance Readers Ring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115379960265190945?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115379960265190945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115379960265190945&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115379960265190945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115379960265190945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/romance-readers-ring.html' title='Romance Readers Ring'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115377200741923347</id><published>2006-07-24T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:15:49.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know magic isn't real, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Review is back up and Amazon replied to my inquiry as to the missing review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greetings from Amazon.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm sorry your review of "Highland Fling" was withheld in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;processing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have now reinstated the review, and it will appear on our web site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;soon. We appreciate your patience in this matter, and look forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;to reading your next review submission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Our disclaimer that reviews become our property allows us to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;free range on posting them or not posting them. We never censor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;reviews inappropriately or change the tone of comments, but we do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;reserve the right to delete or edit inappropriate comments that fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;outside our review guidelines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115377200741923347?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115377200741923347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115377200741923347&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115377200741923347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115377200741923347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-magic-isnt-real-right.html' title='You know magic isn&apos;t real, right?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115369482894726693</id><published>2006-07-23T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:37:39.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“…He just buried the baby, put me in the wagon and we went seventy miles to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/quigley%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/quigley%20poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Galveston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; without stoppin’.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He never said a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put me on the first ship he found…it was headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he said, “Don’t want no woman that would kill my son to save herself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he turned and he walked away and never looked back. I know, because I watched to see if he would.”&lt;/span&gt;--Crazy Cora from Quigley Down Under    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crazy Cora is considered crazy because she lives in the past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Calling men by her husband’s name, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Roy&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and reliving her life with him rather than living in the present.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As punishment for attacking a man in town, Cora is stranded in the Australian Outback with sharp shooter, Matthew Quigley.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After spending several days together, Cora and Quigley are temporarily rescued by a band of aborigines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That evening, Cora, while staring into the fire, reveals to Quigley what she did and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Roy&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s reaction, ultimately showing Quigley her fatal flaw and the reason she hides herself in past experiences.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I &lt;/o:p&gt;love Quigley Down Under.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve probably watched it five times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I’ve never completely understood Cora.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each time it gets a little better, a tad bit clearer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cora is a survivor, my favorite type of heroine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve heard people talk about (myself included) how much they love a tortured hero, but I have to say, tortured heroines (while few and far between) are my favorite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cora represents what I would consider The Survivor of the &lt;a href="http://www.likesbooks.com/78.html"&gt;female archetypes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After having experienced the trauma of killing her child and being abandoned by her husband, she survives by wearing the mask of insanity, reliving the days of her life with &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Roy&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; until finally facing her fears in the Australian Outback.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Survivor is an interesting heroine (in the context of surviving a past trauma) because of what she must overcome to be with the hero and what he must accept in order to be with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The survivor usually feels responsible for the past and therefore sees herself as inferior for it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She blames herself for a poor childhood, failed relationships and any lack of education or experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And being tortured for past sins keeps her from finding happiness in the present.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy stories with Survivor heroines, although they can run the risk of being TSTL, they are entertaining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Survivor heroines use many masks to cover the truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Insanity, a bad &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/quig%20and%20cora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/quig%20and%20cora.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reputation, cattiness, intelligence and my least favorite, silence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what I like about the survivor heroine is that they are strong on their own, without the hero.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that they have lived and kept themselves in one piece is a testament of their strength.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it is the survivor heroine that makes us love the hero.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hero who can accept the heroine regardless of her past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hero who helps her to face her fears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hero who saves her from her own self destruct button.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our true knight in shining armor of unconditional love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The survivor tells the most beautiful story.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…Fiona…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: Sorry Trollop, but Tom Selleck knows how to work a mustache!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115369482894726693?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115369482894726693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115369482894726693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115369482894726693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115369482894726693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/survivor.html' title='The Survivor'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115368175554519029</id><published>2006-07-23T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:09:15.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that movie...</title><content type='html'>For a prize, take a guess in the comments.  Name the movie and character.  Double prize if you can tell me the situation for which the quote arose.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;"Roy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was hunting stagehands when the Comanches came.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I grabbed the baby and a pistol and I hid in the root cellar out back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the Indians tore up our sod house and I was real quiet but then the baby started crying and I tried to shush him and suckle him but he just wouldn’t stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One Comanche, I remember, he acted real drunk and he wore my green apron.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He must have heard something because he started hollering and coming closer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I put my hand, gentle like, over my baby’s mouth, “Don’t cry, Daddy’ll be home soon.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Indians found us but they just laughed, they were drunk. They didn’t want to hurt anybody…just rode away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At sundown &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Roy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; came home but I was too afraid to come out of the cellar. I was afraid what he’d do when he saw I smothered our son."&lt;/p&gt;Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115368175554519029?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115368175554519029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115368175554519029&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115368175554519029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115368175554519029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/name-that-movie.html' title='Name that movie...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115361770512602243</id><published>2006-07-22T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:21:45.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poof the Magic Dragon...</title><content type='html'>Our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linc: I thought you put that review on Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What review?&lt;br /&gt;Linc: The one about that book you hated.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I did...why?&lt;br /&gt;Linc: It's not there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean it's not there?  It's there.  &lt;br /&gt;Linc: Nope.  Not there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?  Let me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well damn, what do you know.  My amazon review of Highland Fling is...poof!  Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 8 out of 13 people had said it was helpful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115361770512602243?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115361770512602243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115361770512602243&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115361770512602243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115361770512602243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/poof-magic-dragon.html' title='Poof the Magic Dragon...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115349286659580152</id><published>2006-07-21T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:45:35.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color me suckered...</title><content type='html'>*clap, clap, clap* Congratulations &lt;a href="http://jenniferlabrecque.com/wp/280/i-swear-i-didnt-pay-her/"&gt;Mrs. LaBrecque&lt;/a&gt;.  I tip my hat to you.  Your savvyness at turning an honest review into a dog and pony show for more sales was successful, and I, as one who paid to take a ride on the looney-go-round, am quite embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/highland%20fling.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/highland%20fling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highland Fling tells the story of ER doctor Kate Wexford and her trip backwards through time into the arms of Scottish Laird, Darach MacTavish.  Kate is the typical 21st century heroine (lonely, without family, married to her job and inferior in her own eyes) who pines for a man in a painting.  After hearing that the man she physically longs for was killed over two hundred years ago at the Battle of Culloden, Kate is pushed into the painting by the strangely perceptive curator, Hamish.  Falling back in time Kate lands naked in MacTavish's bed.  At this point, the story was going well.  Kate had gone back in time, was missing the conveniences of the 21st century and was falling in love with Darach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;, when the two decide to go forward in time to find out about the Battle of Culloden and how to keep Darach alive, all went wrong.  LaBrecque didn't allow for any conflict in the book.  Every time something came up a neat and tidy (and unbelievable) solution appeared for the hero and heroine.  When the two arrive back in the museum, Hamish awaits with a perfect set of clothes for Darach and Darach shows no shock at 2000 Atlanta.  Once arriving, Laird MacTavish learns how to surf the internet within five minutes, can read present day English with no problems and can cook a full meal with no experience and only a cookbook to guide him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ridiculous turns downright outlandish after Darach leaves Kate to go back and save his people.  She has period clothes made and packs bags to take back with her.  She arrives naked the first time but returns the second fully clothed and with suitcases to boot.  With no conflict to speak of, convenient solutions at every turn and an alpha laird who dreams of writing poetry *gag, gag* this book flops.  And, aren't Blazes supposed to be hot?  Highland Fling was lukewarm at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;  I won't be at RWA, however, if Mrs. LaBrecque would like to reimburse me for the $5.09 I wasted on this book, I will be happy to give her my address.  Just e-mail me at addicted2fiona@yahoo.com.  Of course, I should subtract the 10% I saved by using my membership card, but then again, if we are going to get real nit-picky, shouldn't we add the gas it took me to get to the store and back home again?  My car gets 20 miles to the gallon, the store is 10 miles away, 20 miles both ways, that is one gallon of gas...$3.02.  Of course, I think it is only fair that we add my time value which is 2 hours to read times my rate of pay which comes to $58.30 plus the 30 minutes it took me to write this review (because as we all know, LaBrecque will probably make money off this) is $14.57, which gives me a grand total of $80.47 that Mrs. LaBrecque owes me.  Of course, I consider it the price paid for being a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115349286659580152?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115349286659580152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115349286659580152&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115349286659580152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115349286659580152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/color-me-suckered.html' title='Color me suckered...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115343323541717628</id><published>2006-07-20T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:07:15.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Romance</title><content type='html'>I don't even know how I got here.  Sybil's post about that &lt;a href="http://redwyne.blogspot.com/2006/07/didnt-have-time-to-read-this-yet.html"&gt;AWFUL article&lt;/a&gt; on the RT convention led to too many clicks and ultimately this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itsallaboutromance.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to make it all the way to the bottom...and if you do, there is a prize waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115343323541717628?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115343323541717628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115343323541717628&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115343323541717628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115343323541717628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-romance.html' title='Mr. Romance'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115341866067473395</id><published>2006-07-20T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:12:22.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube owns you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/max.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before slapping another one of those adorable videos of &lt;a href="http://she-rapop.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-videos-of-fat-max.html"&gt;Max&lt;/a&gt; up on the screen, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube.com&lt;/a&gt; users need to check out the fine print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/youtube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/youtube.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/07/20/youtubes_new_policy_.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/"&gt;BoingBoing&lt;/a&gt;, YouTube.com has changed it's terms and conditions, saying that once you upload your video, they have complete royalty-free ownership.  That means that the next cute baby, dog, or music video posted could be sold to any major advertising firm with nada going to the original uploader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is a connection with this coming on the heels of the success of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vS10iEz3aV4"&gt;Evolution of Dance&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115341866067473395?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115341866067473395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115341866067473395&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115341866067473395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115341866067473395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/youtube-owns-you.html' title='YouTube owns you...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115336703022882061</id><published>2006-07-19T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:23:37.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Midnight Sun by Rene Lyons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/mscover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/mscover.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fascinated by the way they moved and the passion for the fight gleaming in their eyes, it was easy to see why the Knights Templar were considered the elite in their day.  They fought with the belief that if they fell in battle, they would ascend straight to God.  That belief gave them an advantage over their enemies.  After all, how do you win against men who fought with nothing to lose and all to gain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard about Midnight Sun over at &lt;a href="http://sanctuarysbookblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sanctuary's Finest&lt;/a&gt;.  One of the girls was gushing about how excited she was over this new and upcoming author.  My interest was piqued and I headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.renelyons.net/home.html"&gt;Rene Lyon's site&lt;/a&gt; to see what all the fuss was about.  As many of my readers know, I'm a historical girl.  I read all things historical.  With my current reading stint of Holy Blood Holy Grail I was very interested with a book that told the story of damned Templar Knights cursed to walk the earth as vampires by way of punishment from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review below the cut...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The renegades, who dared to take from them, were going to learn exactly why the Templars were the most feared creatures this side of Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is book 1 of a 5 part series.  In Midnight Sun, we are introduced to the five Knights Templar who were damned together by the archangel Michael to walk the earth as vampires looking for redemption.  Tristan, The Guardian; Sebastian, The Sage; Constantine, the Dragon; Lucian, The Knight; and Rafael, The Rogue.  All of the knights are gathered in Damascus, Pennsylvania (year 2005) to look for the Daystar, an ancient relic that holds the key to allowing vampires to walk during the day.  While in Damascus, Constantine and Rafael stumble across local ghost hunter Allison Parker while she is being attacked by a band of renegade vampires.  Saving her from certain death, Allie is taken into the circle of the Templars, supplying them with eyes during the day while they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian is drawn to Allie and hates it.  For the last three hundred years he has sworn off allowing himself to become attached to any female, but he can't seem to fight the attraction that he feels for Allie Parker.  With the help of two match-making Templars, Allie and Sebastian decide to stop fighting their attraction for each other and allow fate to take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the story is about Sebastian and Allie's love, much of the book builds all of the characters, which I highly enjoyed.  There was not a lot of conflict between the hero and heroine, but within the story itself, which kept this a very fast paced read.  Mrs. Lyons uses multiple points of view in the story and I appreciated that she gave her reader enough credit to know they could keep up.  I enjoyed the jumping POVs, feeling that it gave me a greater insight into all of the characters and kept the book moving without stalling out.  As the ending might not be what many expect, I felt it was perfect.  It gave just enough to make me happy but held back enough to keep me drooling for the second installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What left me guessing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why was Allie a ghost hunter?&lt;/span&gt; I didn't feel it added to the story. The way she was introduced to the Templars was a great set-up so the ghost hunter aspect felt forced. Especially since nothing came of it. I'm not really sure how she made enough money to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Damascus&lt;/span&gt;?  Why were they there?  Why was the Daystar there and why was it a vampiric hotspot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the relic?&lt;/span&gt;  And why did it need to be in Damascus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is book one of a series so I suspect that a lot of my questions will be answered as I continue to read the rest, which I will be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The things that bothered me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grammar&lt;/span&gt;.  I struggled with this one but in all fairness, I have to put it out there.  I was annoyed with the amount of mistakes that riddled the story.  Nothing major, just sentences that didn't flow like, "As she quickly as the possibility came was as fast as it went." and, "He was stuffed with too much false bravado and overblown arrogance to make what he now was a good fit on him."  However, the good part is that the story was strong enough for me to ignore it each time and keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clichés&lt;/b&gt;.  There were a few too many in the first 100 pages of the book for me.  After that, I really didn't run into any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The things she got right:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan.  Sebastian.  Constantine.  Lucian.  Rafael.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;These raw, guttural, alpha male heroes were dead on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"From the time he took his first breath, he was being trained to become a warrior.  To become a man who shed blood without care or conscience.  Each blow delivered from the fists of his sire made him stronger. Harder. Henry Draegon battered him until he made certain he beat the humanity right out of his son.  Until all that remained was an angry, bitter boy who grew into a savage man with a gift for killing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memorable characteristics without being over the top:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;""Where's the fun in that, love?"  His English accent lent him an air of sophistication."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;""Oh good.  A fight," Constantine remarked blandly as he strolled through the parking lot as if he hadn't a care in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Holy shit."  Pete's eyes widened in horror.  "That's the Dragon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Constantine inclined his head.  "Always nice to meet a fan.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allie and Sebastian.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;There love was believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Over the ages he bled and killed for God.  He killed to protect the lives of his brothers-in-arms.  He fought for so many reasons, but never for love.  That was the one thing he never believed in enough to shed blood for.  Until Allie.  For her he was willing to bleed himself dry.  For her he was willing to walk through the fires of hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The religion.&lt;/span&gt;  She made it count without beating you over the head with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes.  Lucian had brought so much pain to Stephan.  More than he could ever imagine.  He did to him, the one thing that would break a man as religious as Stephan had been.  He removed him from God's grace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenes.&lt;/span&gt;  One thing Mrs. Lyons can create are scenes.  Her book is scene after scene after delicious scene.  It's hard for me to put this into words but with most books there will be one or two scenes that really stand out for me but in Midnight Sun there are countless.  Lyons is a master at creating visuals for my eyes to devour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gasping, Allie spun around to see Sebastian standing directly behind her.  As usual, he looked gorgeous all in black.  She shot Constantine an accusatory frown.  "You didn't tell me he was here."  Constantine shrugged and looked out into the crowd.  "You didn't ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job on your first book Mrs. Lyons and I can't wait to read &lt;a href="http://www.renelyons.net/constantine.html"&gt;Constantine's story&lt;/a&gt;, The Daystar, released from &lt;a href="http://www.samhainpublishing.com/"&gt;Samhain Publishing&lt;/a&gt; on October 31st.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have read the book, I would love for you to talk about your favorite scene in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar.  Allie has gone to The Gate with Constantine and Sebastian to see if they can weed out some renegade vampires.  To play the role of victim Allie dresses up in a goth outfit that is not at all 'her' but apparently very hot.  After bantering back and forth about her boots, Allie heads to the other side of the bar to be picked up while Con and Seb watch from their table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Moments later another guy approached her.  Disappointingly, he too was of the living.  Again, Allie made quick work to get rid of him, keeping herself available to any dead who happened to decide to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She cocked a brow at Sebastain and shrugged, wiggling her foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She said to tell you it must be the boots the boys like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing Allie put the sarcastic comment into Constantine's mind, Sebastian arched a brow regally, "Did she?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's mine.  What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115336703022882061?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115336703022882061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115336703022882061&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115336703022882061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115336703022882061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-midnight-sun-by-rene-lyons.html' title='Review: Midnight Sun by Rene Lyons'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115334669076656816</id><published>2006-07-19T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:44:32.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag...You're It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://peachmargarita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Izzy&lt;/a&gt; got me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;When did you first start blogging and why?&lt;/strong&gt; I started blogging about a year ago but I didn't have a theme or any real reason to be there.  After I started finding more romance oriented sites I dropped my blog and started the Farrago in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;What don't you talk about? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hmmm...if I don't talk about it why would I tell you?  hehe  Like Izzy, I don't talk about...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; sex, some things should be private.  I have a second job that I don't talk about due to some people's sick googling abilities.  And I leave out most of the family drama.  I already have to live with it, why rehash it in writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Are you and your blogging persona the same person?&lt;/strong&gt; Very much so.  What you see is what you get.  Only, I probably come off more forceful/pushy in real life.  I'm a natural leader and I teach on my feet so I tend to speak without thinking a lot.  In the blogosphere I get to reread and edit before I hit 'send'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;How do you use blogging to build friendships? &lt;/strong&gt;The teaching profession is one of the least read professions.  It is utterly embarrassing.  Blogging allows me to connect to people I share a passion with.  I have something to talk about other than the weather and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;How would you describe your writing style?&lt;/strong&gt; Realistic.  I tend to type the way I speak.  I'm a fast typer so I usually talk to the computer screen and my fingers record the transcript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie (&lt;a href="http://jenniesbooklog.blogspot.com/"&gt;jennie's b[ook]log&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Valeen (&lt;a href="http://turn-another-page.blogspot.com/"&gt;TAP&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Wendy (&lt;a href="http://super_librarian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our resident super librarian&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;KristieJ (&lt;a href="http://kristiej.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Cravenator&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Devon (&lt;a href="http://badattitles.blogspot.com/"&gt;No baby, that's no stake...&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115334669076656816?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115334669076656816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115334669076656816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115334669076656816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115334669076656816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagyoure-it.html' title='Tag...You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115326571486769166</id><published>2006-07-18T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:35:14.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you noticed?</title><content type='html'>So maybe you noticed and maybe you didn't that I have a new blog section called OT (off topic).  ON that blog roll is a really interesting site called &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/"&gt;BoingBoing&lt;/a&gt; which covers a wide variety of off the beaten path news/blog articles.  Visit it if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my earlier post about the &lt;a href="http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-lucky-we-are.html"&gt;children of Israel and Lebanon&lt;/a&gt;, I'm sharing a post from BoingBoing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Image of the day: children send messages on missiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/childrensignbomns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/childrensignbomns.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know the whole story behind these images, but they say a lot on their own. Israeli kids are told to "sign" bombs directed at Lebanon, writing messages like "from Israel with love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115326571486769166?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115326571486769166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115326571486769166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115326571486769166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115326571486769166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-you-noticed.html' title='Have you noticed?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115325944803948097</id><published>2006-07-18T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:50:48.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Sun and Highland Fling</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the girls at &lt;a href="http://sanctuarysbookblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sanctuary's Finest&lt;/a&gt; I found &lt;a href="http://renelyons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rene Lyons&lt;/a&gt; and bought her first book, &lt;a href="http://www.samhainpublishing.com/midnightsun.shtml"&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;/a&gt; from Samhain today.  This book isn't historical (it's paranormal), but it is about the Knights Templar, so who could resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the damned come to play. When things go bump in the night, Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/mscover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/mscover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Parker bumps back. As the resident ghost hunter in a quiet, rural town, she's thrust into the nocturnal world of the Templars. Embracing the night, she finds a place where she belongs. Damned by God, Sebastian of Rydon knows only blood and death. After eight hundred years of merely existing, he learns what is to live when Allie comes bursting into his life. Her spirit guides him out of the dark. Caught in a web of hate and revenge, they search for love as their world is torn apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some issues downloading the book and I just want to give a shout out to the girls working &lt;a href="http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/"&gt;MyBookStoreandMore&lt;/a&gt; technical support!  You guys rock!  My e-mails were answered within the hour, they helped me with my ebook software (I hadn't downloaded ebookwise librarian) and then for safe measure sent me another file.  I'm so impressed.  5 out of 5 stars for MBaM customer service!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/highland%20fling.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/highland%20fling.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you say Highlander?  Laird?  Hot sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Barnes and Noble today I decided to look for Jennifer LaBrecque's Highland Fling.  It is a Blaze and I found it behind two other Blaze books!  Last one...go Fi!  Anyway, it is a time travel.  Man, am I stepping out of my zone or what?!?  Anyway, Kate Wexford is transported over 200 years back in time to Scotland and into the bed of Laird MacTavish.  I didn't know with this being a Blaze if it would have an HEA so I skipped to the back and was sold!  I bought it and I'm already halfway through.  Which is good seeing that I have three books I need to read and talk about ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the hamster scene on the first two pages of the book...I laughed out loud on the punch line.  It really was funny.  And I don't know about the hamster being an urban legend, but I do know that &lt;a href="http://www.southparkquotes.com/characters/mr-slave-quotes.html"&gt;Mr. Garrison did it to Mr. Slave&lt;/a&gt; once on South Park.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115325944803948097?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115325944803948097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115325944803948097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115325944803948097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115325944803948097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/midnight-sun-and-highland-fling.html' title='Midnight Sun and Highland Fling'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115324834653012760</id><published>2006-07-18T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:11:36.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Society Girl Release!</title><content type='html'>Secret Society Girl by Diana Peterfreund released today!  Congratulations Diana! What an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/ssg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/ssg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Haskel is a junior at Eli University.  Thinking she is being inducted into the "literary society" Amy answers a strangely vague phone call requesting her presence.  Once she arrives she realizes that it's not the society she thought at all but one that is surrounded in mystery and secrecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's as far as I have gotten but I am loving it!  For someone who is almost anti-Chick Lit I'm really enjoying this book.  I think it is the mystery of it.  I'm not sure if there is any real kind of romance story in here, I'll let you know when I finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a review from &lt;a href="http://www.teensreadtoo.com/SecretSocietyGirl.html"&gt;Teens Read Too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's &lt;a href="http://nicemommy-evileditor.com/blog/2006/07/17/secret-society-girl-by-diana-peterfreund/#more-556"&gt;Angie's&lt;/a&gt; review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, &lt;a href="http://www.dianapeterfreund.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt; has been doing a count down on her blog for the last 8 days and I took these pics for her.  My book store drama below the cut...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Barnes and Noble in Melbourne, Florida today and picked up my very own copy of SSG!  It wasn't even on the shelves yet!  I looked everywhere and then asked at the customer service desk.  The guy went into the back and got a huge stack and brought them out.  I asked if he was going to put them on the shelves because I wanted to take a picture.  Oh was that a mistake!  They had to call the customer relations girl who wasn't sure about me taking a picture because of copyright, blah, blah, blah.  She went to go ask her boss and never came back!  So, after I had read the first two chapters of SSG while waiting I snapped my contraband pics!  hehe.  Here they are...they are a little blurry because I was trying not to have my camera confiscated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/SSG%20shelf%20zoom%20in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/SSG%20shelf%20zoom%20in.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/SSG%20shelf%20zoom%20out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/SSG%20shelf%20zoom%20out.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this last one is for fun.  Diana's two biggest fans...Cuff and Link.  Notice Cuff is trying to eat SSG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/SSG%20at%20home%20with%20fans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/SSG%20at%20home%20with%20fans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an ending note I just want to say how wonderful I think Diana is.  I know I've spoken to some of you about your varying viewpoints about said author, but she is really cool.  Diana and I traded e-mails and I was very impressed with her.  Congrats again Diana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115324834653012760?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115324834653012760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115324834653012760&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115324834653012760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115324834653012760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret-society-girl-release.html' title='Secret Society Girl Release!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115323127820816598</id><published>2006-07-18T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:53:02.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin Me Right Round Baby Right Round</title><content type='html'>And around we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/highland%20fling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/highland%20fling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something I want to show you, but I have to give you a little background (which you have no doubt already seen) first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An up and coming author, J. Wallace (they say she has a website but I've yet to find it), left a "mean and scathing" review at Amazon.com for &lt;a href="http://jenniferlabrecque.com/wp/280/i-swear-i-didnt-pay-her/"&gt;Jennifer LaBrecque&lt;/a&gt;.  Jennifer was pointed towards Amazon.com by a fan who e-mailed her telling about a nice review she had left.  While there, Jennifer saw J. Wallace's review and responded on her blog (see link above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://smartbitchestrashybooks.com/"&gt;Smart Bitches&lt;/a&gt; are on the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.alisonkent.com/blog/?p=1666"&gt;Allison Kent&lt;/a&gt; has picked up the ball with smiting J. Wallace and giving away three free copies of Highland Fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, so a reader left a nasty review.  So what?  Okay, an aspiring writer left a nasty review.  So what?  Said aspiring writer dissed the editor and publisher in her "mean and scathing review."  So what?  Did I mention it's the same house she is trying to shoulder her way into**?  Still I say....SO WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More below the cut...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the comments left by other authors at Jennifer LaBrecque's site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.debrawebb.com/home.html"&gt;Debra Webb&lt;/a&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I’m with Jaci, if you ain’t got nothing nice to say, keep your trap shut! This business is tough enough without folks showing their superiority complex (aka stupidity). And as Rhonda said, the publishing world is very small. To knock an author is bad enough but to insult her house and editor, well that’s just plain DUMB!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and while professing her love of free speech, &lt;a href="http://www.kimberlyraye.net/"&gt;Kimberly Raye&lt;/a&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To the reader who trashed this, get a sense of humor, why don’t you? And remember the old saying “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all,” otherwise it might come back to bite you in the ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone should guard and protect the written word and our right to write whatever we want, shouldn't authors?  I was impressed by Mrs. LaBrecque's take on the episode.  Based on everything I have read she was able to put a nice spin on this and get some nice additional sales for this book.  I might even take a look at it when I go to the store today to buy &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0385340028/sr=8-1/qid=1153232467/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-5619736-9879345?ie=UTF8"&gt;Secret Society Girl&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.dianapeterfreund.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diana Peterfreund&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is the authors behaving like &lt;s&gt;idiots&lt;/s&gt; rabid fangirls that leaves the bad taste in my mouth.  If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all?  Who the hell are you?  A reader can say whatever she wants about a book that she bought and paid for and hated.  So maybe it wasn't the wisest thing to use her real name and bash the publisher at the same time, but it sure as hell is her RIGHT!  And I'll stand behind any reader who wants to say that a book sucked big ass hairy donkey balls (thanks Karen!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the word.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I would like to add that all info about Mrs. Wallace, her writing career and favored publisher is all hearsay until someone actually links me to her site, which everyone is refusing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115323127820816598?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115323127820816598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115323127820816598&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115323127820816598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115323127820816598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/spin-me-right-round-baby-right-round.html' title='Spin Me Right Round Baby Right Round'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115306537330494000</id><published>2006-07-16T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:18:10.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell I'm bored?</title><content type='html'>1.)&lt;br /&gt;Post your e-mail!  I tried to e-mail three different people yesterday and couldn't find an e-mail for any of them!  Putting your e-mail in your blogger profile makes it really nice for people who want to get in touch with you.  Of course, you could always e-mail me a nice, friendly, "Just dropping in to say hello," e-mail and then I could add you to my address book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;br /&gt;Survivor Man-Has anyone seen this show?  The guy gets dropped off in the middle of nowhere and survives on the land while talking to you through his handy, dandy camera and giving great survival advise.  Speaking of his advice, did you know that a Frito chip (just one) can be used as a candle?  Really cool.  Linc and I tried it.  Will post the pic when I go into the bedroom and get on the other computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;br /&gt;And here are some Quizes I took because I am soooo bored (now do you know why I taught summer school?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 139, 139);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed the US Citizenship Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a7ceff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/approved.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations - you got 8 out of 10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(220, 232, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Failed 8th Grade US History&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupass8thgradehistoryquiz/failed.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, you only got 2/8 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupass8thgradehistoryquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade History?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115306537330494000?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115306537330494000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115306537330494000&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115306537330494000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115306537330494000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-you-tell-im-bored.html' title='Can you tell I&apos;m bored?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115304775131942693</id><published>2006-07-16T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:20:30.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laa tee daa, laa tee daa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where have all the romance readers gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/hide%20and%20seek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/hide%20and%20seek.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115304775131942693?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115304775131942693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115304775131942693&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115304775131942693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115304775131942693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/looking-around.html' title='Looking around...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115306386889317796</id><published>2006-07-16T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:40:48.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 in your player...</title><content type='html'>I've recently found myself practically making love to my mp3 and missing many of you guys, so in a concerted effort to get us all together and find new songs for my player, I'm  creating a Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to list my 10 favorite songs on my ipod and then tag the last five people who commented on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Single by Natasha Bedingfield (I suggested this to &lt;a href="http://she-rapop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ames&lt;/a&gt; for her &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltSOrf1Mzxs"&gt;theme song&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Father Figure by Ace Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Crazy by Gnarls Barkley (I'm really loving this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyyVlUfy19c"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Black Horse and the Cherry Tree by KT Tunstall (She freaking rocks!  Watch kick ass &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KlgxpJxd4s"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lo Que Paso, Paso by Daddy Yankee (Lo siento!  Está en español sólo...Mire el &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBplmqBtW9s"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Not Ready To Make Nice by the Dixie Chicks (Is it just me or are &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwc5YSAc-7g"&gt;videos&lt;/a&gt; just getting better?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One by Mary J. Blige and U2 ( never would have thought to put &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhETKN_p-9g"&gt;these two&lt;/a&gt; together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Put Your Records On by Corrine Bailey Rae (I'm not crazy about the care free, springy time video, but my goodness, what a beautiful voice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sunny Road by Emilani Torreni (see the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixX9V-Hy_yc"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;, hear the accent, love the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted Dead or Alive by Chris Daughtry (Linc thinks he butchered the song, I love it better than the original.  What do you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you weren't tagged, you can still play along!  Make a Top 10 post, list your current 10 favorite songs (use CDs or the radio if you don't use a player) and then tag your most recent commenters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome multiple tags, because lord knows I have way more than 10 in my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Bev (BB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redwyne.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-not-look-behind-curtain.html"&gt;Sybil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://she-rapop.blogspot.com/2006/07/fiona-tagged-me.html"&gt;Ames&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peachmargarita.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagged.html"&gt;Izzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115306386889317796?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115306386889317796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115306386889317796&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115306386889317796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115306386889317796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-10-in-your-player.html' title='Top 10 in your player...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115304810511687013</id><published>2006-07-16T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:58:28.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret by Julia Garwood</title><content type='html'>The Secret by Julie Garwood was originally published in 1992 by Pocket Books.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/tn-thesecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/tn-thesecret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins with the formation of a friendship between two little girls who normally would have never been friends.  Judith Hampton is Engish but her loving aunt and uncle live on the border between England and Scotland and take her to the border festival where she meets Frances Katherine Kirkaldy.  A punishment rock and a vicious little bee forges the girl's friendship forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is years later, Frances Katherine is about to have her first child and Judith has promised to be there.  Frances Katherine defies her husband's clan and requests that Judith be brought to her, despite the fact that they hate the English.  Convincing the council of her bond with Judith, Iain Maitland, the clans laird and Frances Katherine's brother-in-law agrees to go to England and retrieve Judith.  Besides, Judith is not only a woman but English, she will never keep to her word and agree to follow the barbarians into the Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith Hampton is packed and ready to leave when Iain Maitland and his warriors arrive at her home.  Shocking the warriors by leaving without any hesitation, Judith begins the long journey to the Highlands and into Iain's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More below the cut...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the book progresses Iain struggles with making Judith understand that he is laird and she should obey all of his commands.  Judith has a hard time understanding all of the Highlanders rules.  Once they reach the clan, Frances Katherine is overjoyed with Judith's presence.  Fearing for her life with the birthing of her babe, Judith soothes Frances Katherine by telling her all of the knowledge she had acquired in the last few years about being a midwife.  Her knowledge turns into the clans saving grace from the current evil midwife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Judith is finally making her place with the clan.  Wait, did I mention her father is the Maitland's sworn enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Births, fights, a backwards Clan Council, one stubborn laird, and a kidnapping make The Secret a great read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith is a great heroine.  She's tough, strong, self-assured but knows when things are too much and allows herself to lean on Iain for his strength and support.  Iain is such a good alpha.  He is stubborn, strong-willed and forceful.  However, he knows that his defenses are no match for Judith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite scenes with Judith and Iain.  Judith has just finished birthing her first baby and Iain has waited for her outside the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She took a deep, cleansing breath.  It didn't help.  The shivers increased.  She told herself she was going to be all right; she wouldn't disgrace herself.  She'd gone through a frightening ordeal, yes, but she had gotten through it, and she could certainly get back to her own bed before she completely lost her dignity and started in sobbing and gagging and God only knew what else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a logical plan to Judith, but her mind was telling her one thing and her heart was insisting upon another.  She needed privacy now, yet at the same time she desperately wanted Iain's comfort, his strength.  She'd used all hers up tonight.  Heaven help her, she needed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was an appalling realization.  She hesitated for the barest of seconds.  And then Iain opened his arms to her.  She lost the battle then and there.  She started running.  To him.  She threw herself against his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist and burst into uncrontrollable sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He didn't say a word to her; he didn't have to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For series enthusiasts: The Secret has connecting characters with the book, Ransom, and The Secret should be read first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115304810511687013?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115304810511687013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115304810511687013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115304810511687013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115304810511687013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret-by-julia-garwood.html' title='The Secret by Julia Garwood'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115300223751516728</id><published>2006-07-15T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:23:57.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you hear?</title><content type='html'>Screech is going to lose his house...unless we help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/screech%20banner.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/screech%20banner.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the site: &lt;a href="http://www.getdshirts.com/"&gt;GetDShirts.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115300223751516728?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115300223751516728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115300223751516728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115300223751516728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115300223751516728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/did-you-hear.html' title='Did you hear?'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115296624119106130</id><published>2006-07-15T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T08:24:01.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting article...</title><content type='html'>One of the leads on Yahoo! today is this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://personals.yahoo.com/us/static/dating-advice_hollywood-tango"&gt;Are romantic movies sabotaging your love life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could the same be said for our romance novels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115296624119106130?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115296624119106130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115296624119106130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115296624119106130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115296624119106130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/interesting-article.html' title='Interesting article...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115291228450139010</id><published>2006-07-14T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T08:04:37.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How lucky we are...</title><content type='html'>I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/child1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/400/child1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was going to make a very upbeat, happy post about how I am through with school and starting my summer vacation, but I can't.  The attacks between Israel and Lebanon have really touched me in the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read historical romances for the character's way of life.  The strife and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/child2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/child2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; struggle of carving a family and future out of the wilds of an uncivilized land.  And often I stop and think how far removed current Americans are to this situation.  Have we ever gone hungry?  Or been subjected to the elements?  Or exposed to the brutality of war?  Many of us can say we have never been any closer than the picture on the tv or the words on a page.  But I suddenly find myself thinking of the children who aren't that lucky...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;  The&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/child3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/child3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; children being raised in Israel and Lebanon.  The children who know what it is to be hungry and to know that leaving your home to fi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/child4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/child4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd food could lead to your death.  The children whose entire childhood memories will contain the sound of bombs, blasts and gunfire.  And their mental images will always have rubble in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been thinking of these people who are trying to just keep their families together and safe in the midst of something bigger than they are.  The mother and father who need to protect their children, the teenagers who want to use the strife of their land to express themselves and set themselves out as individuals.  And what about the couples?  The young lovers w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/child5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/child5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ho want to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/child6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/200/child6.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fall in love and marry and have a family.  What of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mainly, I feel for the children.  Children who will now have to live with the nightmares their heads of state have created for them.  The children who will try to see past the pain in the future and build a family for themselves.  For everyone living through this crisis that is the Middle East, you are in my thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115291228450139010?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115291228450139010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115291228450139010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115291228450139010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115291228450139010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-lucky-we-are.html' title='How lucky we are...'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115283529029201926</id><published>2006-07-13T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T08:05:18.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The best day evah!</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to say that tomorrow at 1:01 pm my vacation will officially start!  Summer school will be over and I will have 30 straight days of sleeping in, binge reading and beach bumming!  Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the good day...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a  huge breakfast at school this morning and I made cheese grits which everyone ooh'd and aah'd over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were soooo well behaved today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to see Rachel, my indie bookseller friend.  We sat around her counter drinking caps and talking about romance books.  A costumer came in and asked us about what authors we were talking about and I got to gush over Garwood!!  She then bought The Wedding!  And then we talked about more books, authors, this month's RT, blogs and just had an all around girly afternoon.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took myself to the movies.  Yes ladies, I went to the movies by myself!  I used to do that in college and right after and I remember how embarrassed I was about going alone.  Now that I'm married it doesn't bother me at all.  I guess its because I could have someone with me if I wanted...but I didn't! ;-)  Anyway, Linc's in class tonight so I took my happy butt to see The Lake House...aka THE BEST MOVIE EVAH!  OMG!  It was good, no, great, no, awesome!  Oh my, oh my, oh my.  I loved it!  To say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home and I'm going to curl up on the sofa with my 'puter and a bowl of mac n cheese and blog hop and begin Lion's Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115283529029201926?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115283529029201926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115283529029201926&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115283529029201926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115283529029201926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/best-day-evah.html' title='The best day evah!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115275089747785523</id><published>2006-07-12T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:34:57.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Slump Conquered!</title><content type='html'>Oh my!  I've read five books in as many days!  I think I've finally overcome whatever slump I was in in July.  Here are my reads, ranked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Wedding (by far the best book I've ever read.  I mean, I'm ranking it above any of my Lindsey books and those of you who know me, well, that's huge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Master of Desire by Kinley MacGregor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Secret by Julie Garwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Saving Grace by Julie Garwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to everyone I've been ignoring.  I've got tons of e-mails to return, laundry to wash and my poor husband hasn't had a decent meal in days!  LOL  Maybe I'll get some of that done before starting Guardian Angel!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115275089747785523?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115275089747785523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115275089747785523&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115275089747785523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115275089747785523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/reading-slump-conquered.html' title='Reading Slump Conquered!'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115265044866619217</id><published>2006-07-11T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:40:48.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #16</title><content type='html'>Reason #16 why I'm happy my company is gone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making banana nut bread (that I don't have to share with anyone) &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/wotd/index.pperl?date=20001005"&gt;buck-ass naked&lt;/a&gt; in the middle of my kitchen while dancing to this...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwmEJzjfG8E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwmEJzjfG8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115265044866619217?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115265044866619217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115265044866619217&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115265044866619217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115265044866619217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/reason-16.html' title='Reason #16'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115264912055161326</id><published>2006-07-11T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:18:40.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished Master of Desire</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading Master of Desire by Kinley MacGregor.  Now I remember why I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/masterdesire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/masterdesire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; liked her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so involved in a book that you stayed up hours past your bedtime trying to finish and with just 50 pages left you can't do it?  You just can't  keep your eyes open one more minute so you go to bed and then wake up before the alarm clock goes off and you grab your book before even turning on the light.  And then, while reading before work you keep glancing at the clocking chanting to yourself, "I can do it, I can do it, I can finish."  And then at about the point of no return where you either have to put the book down or be late to work you stop and sniff yourself thinking, "I didn't do much yesterday.  I could go without a shower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115264912055161326?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115264912055161326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115264912055161326&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115264912055161326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115264912055161326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/finished-master-of-desire.html' title='Finished Master of Desire'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115015210662688324</id><published>2006-07-10T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:22:49.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Bitches Day-Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's &lt;a href="http://www.sum-of-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;SBD&lt;/a&gt; Topic: Perfection On Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is  beautiful, kind and thin as a weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is tall and handsome and has sinewy muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound like every single romance book that you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the perfection?  Is there perfection in real life?  How many perfect looking couples are there out there?  And if you know any...do you really like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/coyote3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/400/coyote3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But there is nothing that will yank me out of a story faster than an imperfection in my characters.   I don't want wide hips or a big nose with a hook.  Yuck!  If I wanted imperfection, I would look in a mirror!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two books that I've read recently where the imperfections in the characters really pulled the bottom out from under me with the book.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;  In this first book (I can't remember either of the titles) the hero marries the heroine instead of the girl he was betrothed to.  During the course of the book the jilted fiancé comes over to the house and harasses the hero and heroine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/coyote4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/400/coyote4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the jilted fiancé is supposed to be oh so beautiful but she has a big, hooked nose!  Every time the narrator talked about the girl her nose was brought up.  It's size, it's hook, and it might have even had a mole or mark!  The nose was as much of a secondary character as the girl herself!  And then I find out she is the heroine in another book!  How am I supposed to see her as beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I read another one where the heroine was standing in front of the hero half naked and he makes a comment to himself about how big her thighs are and she probably doesn't like them.  Hello!?!  I'm not buying into the fact that he wants to scrump her if he is thinking about how&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/coyote5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/400/coyote5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she freaking has thunder thighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read these details in a book it's like running into a brick wall.  I can't seem to get past the imperfections.  The flaws.  Every time he calls her beautiful I think to myself, "Yeah, except for her huge ass thighs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there a happy medium?  Can you have beautiful characters without the perfection?  How come I (we?) can tolerate personality flaws in characters but not in physical appearance?  Or does this all go back to the thought that this is a fantasy and we can fix personality flaws but not physical flaws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS to Holly: I've lost my ? key.  It must be a virus that you are spreading around!  I've had to Ctrl + V this whole post for all of my ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115015210662688324?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115015210662688324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115015210662688324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115015210662688324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115015210662688324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/smart-bitches-day-perfection.html' title='Smart Bitches Day-Perfection'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115244739477843931</id><published>2006-07-09T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:25:34.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>(Just pretend you are reading this yesterday...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday to you all!  Oh, what a glorious, beautiful day it is!  The birds are singing, the crickets chirping, little children are laughing down at...what?  Why the hell am I so happy you ask?  Oh, that would be because the company that I have had for the last 9 days flew home last night!  Yipee!  Yes ladies and gentleman, I can once again walk around the house naked, leave a dish in the sink and watch whatever I want on tv!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For shits and giggles (because it runs in the family) my mom had tons of people call last night and ask what I was doing and if they could come stay for a visit.  My cuz M, my uncle Kenny, my grandmother...oh, she just thought it was hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them all...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; HELL NO by the way! ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how to set up a blog ring?  You know how sites will set up a ring so you can click the icon at the bottom and go to the next site related to that topic.  That would be neat for us readers of romance.  If someone found one of us they could find all of us.  Anyone wanna take on that project???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen how &lt;a href="http://super_librarian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Super_Librarian&lt;/a&gt; Wendy is linking to me?  ROFLMAO!  I love it!  I laughed for five minutes when I saw that.  I think I want to do something like that.  Jazz up the blog roll with more than just a name.  Kate Rothwell does it too.  Hmmm...I think I'll start with Holly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**By the way, Happy Birthday Wendy!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Saving Grace last night.  It was another good one.  Not as good at The Bride or The Secret, but it was good.  Maybe you will get reviews sometime this week!  I was going to move on to Castles, The Gift and Guardian Angel by Garwood which all center around Pagan, a pirate.  BUT, I'm really on a Highlanders kick so I'm going to stick with that.  Besides, the bad PotC reviews sorta took the wind out of my sails (pun!  haha).  Anyway, I'm reading Master of Desire by Kinley MacGregor until I can buy The Wedding today after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta,&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115244739477843931?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115244739477843931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115244739477843931&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115244739477843931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115244739477843931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/odds-and-ends.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115229171820404817</id><published>2006-07-07T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:11:40.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bride by Julie Garwood</title><content type='html'>This book freaking rocks!  OMG!  It is soooo awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fab-u-lous ladies at &lt;a href="http://turn-another-page.blogspot.com/"&gt;Turn Another Page&lt;/a&gt; choose The Bride by Julie Garwood as their Remembering the Classics book pick for July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, King Edward orders Baron Jameson to allow two highland chieftans to marry the daughters of their choice.  Jamie is chosen by Laird Kincaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec, the laird of Clan Kincaid has no problem choosing a wife at his king's command, a wife is nothing more than chattle, one who obeys their husband and does his bidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most wives do, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite scene from the book:&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let me understand this," Jamie began.  "You really think I'm going --"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's very simply, wife.  If you're loyal to Scotland, you're loyal to me.  You'll see the rightness of it once you've settled in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Once I've what?" Her voice was suspiciously soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Once you've settled in," Alec repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her throat started aching with the need to shout at this arrogant man.  Then she remembered Beak's suggestion not to nudge the laird's temper until she knew what kind of reaction she was going to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She'd better be cautious, she decided.  It was common knowledge that Scots lashed out before thinking better of it.  They all beat their wives as often as the inclination come over them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sheep settle in Kincaid.  I'm a lady, if you haven't taken the time to notice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've noticed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way he drew out that remark made her heart quicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes," she stammered.  "Women, you see, don't settle in.  It isn't at all the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is," he contradicted with a lazy grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, it isn't," she snapped.  "You'll have to take my word on this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you challenging me, English?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when Alec calls Jamie English.  It's a great quirk of his character.  Alec is a great alpha hero.  He's strong and powerful and tough but not a dim-witted stubborn ass.  And Jamie is probably a little too forward thinking for her time, but she's a funny, strong-willed heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this if you never have and reread it if you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garwood is apparently going to break my reading slump!  Woo-Hoo!  I finished The Bride in two days, The Secret today and now I've started Saving Grace.  I think in honor of Johnny Depp I'm going to read Castles, The Gift and Guardian Angel next.  I know I've read Garwood before, lots actually, but I don't keep records and can't remember.  The Secret sounded familiar as I read it.  Anyway, it's been, oh...8 years since I've read a Garwood, so a rereading glom is just what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Pirates of the Caribbean, I had no idea it was going to be such a box office smash!  All shows were sold out Friday and Saturday at three different theaters here in town.   Holy cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115229171820404817?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115229171820404817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115229171820404817&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115229171820404817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115229171820404817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/bride-by-julie-garwood.html' title='The Bride by Julie Garwood'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115223364355858673</id><published>2006-07-06T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:27:09.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' On A Prayer</title><content type='html'>There we were, having a nice afternoon drive, talking about anything and everything when I suddenly gasped!  As the faint strains of the song began my eyes took on an evil gleam as I turned and looked at Linc.  This song epitomizes my 80s childhood.  I wiggled my eyebrows up and down then immediately started to sing with my hand balled up like a fake microphone.  Linc was horrified that I was going to crash the car but soon was laughing so hard he was crying when I began to belt out the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play this and tell me you don't sing along too!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNAG0ouME4s"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNAG0ouME4s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, the hair!  I'm loving the hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115223364355858673?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115223364355858673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115223364355858673&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115223364355858673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115223364355858673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/livin-on-prayer.html' title='Livin&apos; On A Prayer'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25603024.post-115222227517954827</id><published>2006-07-06T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:03:09.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post Game Show</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Linc and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary!  Woo-Hoo! Go us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we had a nice day. We both worked and when I got off at noon we had lunch at Ruby Tuesday (that story will be posted on ABM2) and then Linc gave me $50 to go book shopping while he finished up work! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to BAM and bought two Mangas...I'm interested to see what this is all about and I must say that &lt;a href="http://booksellerchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/sb-day-girls-who-like-boys-who-do-boys.html"&gt;Bookseller Chick's post yesterday&lt;/a&gt; peaked my interest. I picked up Earthian Vol. I and Same Cell Organism.  They sound interesting.  I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/earthian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/earthian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/same%20cell%20organism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/same%20cell%20organism.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the book store I picked Linc up and we drove to Vierra where we had reservations at &lt;a href="http://www.themeltingpot.com/"&gt;The Melting Pot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had to wait about 5 minutes and then we were taken back to our table with a dozen red roses on it! Yes! He got me roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures below the jump...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting was practically non-existent, so the pictures are really dark...sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of the roses on the table.  The thought was great but cooking your food on the same table as this out of control arrangement was not so good.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a better  pic of the  wild flowers in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01547.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the Fondue Feast.  It is a 4 course meal.  We dipped bread, veggies and apples in a cheddar cheese melt for our first entree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linc had a mushroom salad (minus mushrooms) and I had the chef salad.  His salad was yummy!  Mine looked like someone had sneezed on it.  And the dressing tasted even worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main meal was next.  All of the food comes out raw and you cook it in the cooking sauce of your choice.  We picked the Mojo.  Yummy!  The raw platter is below.  It had lobster, tiger shrimp, filet mignon, pork, chicken, spinach ravioli and asian potstickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of Linc cooking his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01544.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01544.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my plate...about halfway through.  It looks a lot less appatizzing in a flat pic!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is dessert!  Yowsers!  It is a plate with sliced bananas, strawberries, pineapple, squares of chocolate and blondie brownies and marshmallows rolled in cookie crumbs with a cheesecake in the middle.  The waitress put a candle in our cheesecake for our anniversary.  We made a wish and blew it out...but I can't tell you what I wished for!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/1600/DSC01546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8036/2677/320/DSC01546.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner was a 9 out of 10.   It was such a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I got sick.  I mean, sick-sick.  Linc had to pull over while the contents of my stomach fertilized the side of the road.  Once we got home I stayed in the bathroom until 2 am.  Apparently the dinner was rejected by my system after a month of &lt;a href="http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-detox.html"&gt;summer detox&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still a nice dinner though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fiona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25603024-115222227517954827?l=fionasfarrago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/feeds/115222227517954827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25603024&amp;postID=115222227517954827&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115222227517954827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25603024/posts/default/115222227517954827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasfarrago.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-game-show.html' title='The Post Game Show'/><author><name>Fickle Fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
