tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731986060308443212024-02-07T02:35:20.799-08:00VeganShizzleI eat & do things, then tell you about it! And obviously, i listen to Snoop Dogg.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-91550051887210785872012-01-27T01:51:00.000-08:002012-01-27T02:05:34.652-08:00Oh, hello!It's been 3 months since my last post, good God!! Time flies, amiright??<div><br /></div><div>I leave tomorrow for a 2 week vacation. I'm flying first to my hometown of Sarasota, Florida for 5 days, then heading back to Durham, North Carolina to hang for a couple days before Travis and I drive cross country back to Oregon. Because, see, he's moving here! Whoo! I'm excited for the trip and excited for him to be in the same town as I. </div><div><br /></div><div>I should be going to bed though, but I thought I would just show you an awesome shirt I got from <a href="http://www.becausewemust.org/shop/dont-tell-me/">Because We Must</a>, run by awesome Jeff.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOGRpuBz-P6qUnxBHveoEPd6iPa7oVx2mPx8lampcQ4_DhzDxn0UtJB0W_FAtqPfwMj6buhsG3CNAM4V2qCp8_OT86cFvXpLniMYaDpaAz9bMVxy2J3XZ-4RrR2XbKbZ8b5qYwtWHO9JV/s1600/P1100570.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOGRpuBz-P6qUnxBHveoEPd6iPa7oVx2mPx8lampcQ4_DhzDxn0UtJB0W_FAtqPfwMj6buhsG3CNAM4V2qCp8_OT86cFvXpLniMYaDpaAz9bMVxy2J3XZ-4RrR2XbKbZ8b5qYwtWHO9JV/s400/P1100570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702249515928805314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">"Don't Tell Me What to Wear, Tell People Not to Rape"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Organic cotton, only $20! Eff yes! Ladies (or those that like to wear girl-cut shirts), go get you one! In case it's helpfu: I'm wearing a size medium (as is the girl on their website).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-49742002064514393602011-10-28T11:23:00.000-07:002011-10-28T12:18:29.606-07:00Fall time!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifMhYL1mqwozbskPldWTw88q0ZWCV_pAADSbXQQ_f1o5nonYbDzdeJe8M5u6Oy5WIOKT45YDK0H1pk8sqdDEZNB9k5KV8jlkzGA6w1e-LnW7cNCj5SfAdkiTbmZtqIEknkjoYHUazp7m_b/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-25+at+16.29+%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifMhYL1mqwozbskPldWTw88q0ZWCV_pAADSbXQQ_f1o5nonYbDzdeJe8M5u6Oy5WIOKT45YDK0H1pk8sqdDEZNB9k5KV8jlkzGA6w1e-LnW7cNCj5SfAdkiTbmZtqIEknkjoYHUazp7m_b/s400/Photo+on+2011-10-25+at+16.29+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668610658007211602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><i>Me in the kitchen</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">I feel like this picture doesn't represent at all the kitchen I use. The sun was really freakin' bright when I was taking this with my computer's Photobooth feature and makes the kitchen look big and open. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Anyways, that day (sunny, crisp...so fall!) I felt like pumping out some food (normally I cook one dish and maybe- maybe!- a side of kale and then call it a day), so I made 5 Spice Delicata from Appetite for Reduction, a bastardized version <a href="http://www.everydaydish.tv/recipe/breast-tofu">Breast of Tofu</a>, and a brand new recipe to me, <a href="http://www.joannavaught.com/2011/10/24/recipe-monday-bees-knees-pumpkin-potatoes/">Bee's Knees Pumpkin Potatoes</a>. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Sadly, none of my food tasted like The Shit. The delicata wasn't as sweet and flavorful as I remember, the tofu was meh, and the potatoes weren't as divine as I had hoped. HOWEVER, this was all on my part: the tofu </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">soaked up too much oil when I was frying it</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "> because I didn't let the oil get hot enough, I didn't use a 5 spice mix and I don't think I added enough of the separate ingredients nor enough of the maple syrup- I did add more syrup to my leftover half, and I didn't use just russets (I had one russet, 2 reds, 1 parsnip, 1 sweet potato). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">What I did really enjoy was the <a href="http://www.everydaydish.tv/recipe/pumpkin-biscotti">Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Pecan biscotti</a> I made. It's my friend Katie's recipe and I've made it several times. I like my biscotti to be more like cookies, so mine aren't cooked to crunchy. More like cookie-logs. Yum!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-11441464360627702642011-09-05T20:55:00.000-07:002011-09-05T21:03:47.297-07:00What I've Been Up ToHanging with this guy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_DyavGtYHD5Kft8bYf2P5MRVvH1IIu33R6d5PN2OYje9FCrnmtfSyxYJAP69tOS45FtemvHfpqc8wsu-jYlBWPM9_JOYQsQpXHjfRnVMJyJQzFMRhGK0LiVJwbxK6qpqMkT-oI0hDo3LF/s1600/P1100385.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_DyavGtYHD5Kft8bYf2P5MRVvH1IIu33R6d5PN2OYje9FCrnmtfSyxYJAP69tOS45FtemvHfpqc8wsu-jYlBWPM9_JOYQsQpXHjfRnVMJyJQzFMRhGK0LiVJwbxK6qpqMkT-oI0hDo3LF/s400/P1100385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649090655582981074" /></a><br />Meet Travis, my brand spankin' new boyfriend. It's been a long, long while since I've had one of those and he's super sweet and cute, so I'm psyched. Unfortunately, he lives in Durham, North Carolina, so we're not going to get to see each other much the next few months (we're thinking he might return to Portland to live). Sad face. He just left yesterday morning after visiting for 6 days, so I've been mopey. But I'm hoping to see him in a few weeks, in October!Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-20354818319032077762011-08-17T16:09:00.001-07:002011-08-17T16:12:18.478-07:00New shoes!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJ3T1vVR_nDpeTllhEBkNX5k6BK16pA_pjH0s4WEZnZyzxWAkkHKfM3GXkCd7_ihGDR4URUPMPnyNlkq6_yprU1goPQgkr3GLXyERvmihHbXO7uQBONwjR-91n20VmpyhxNeiiXZ5bP_O/s1600/Photo+on+2011-08-17+at+10.25+%25234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJ3T1vVR_nDpeTllhEBkNX5k6BK16pA_pjH0s4WEZnZyzxWAkkHKfM3GXkCd7_ihGDR4URUPMPnyNlkq6_yprU1goPQgkr3GLXyERvmihHbXO7uQBONwjR-91n20VmpyhxNeiiXZ5bP_O/s400/Photo+on+2011-08-17+at+10.25+%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641966106947670194" /></a>
<br /><div>Finally used up my Delia's credit! These Rocketdog sandals were on sale and I thought they were mighty cute. Turns out they're even cuter in person! Currently, they're a bit on the uncomfortable side (which is why leather is nice in that aspect...though I suppose you have to wear leather in as well...), but I do hope they get better with time.</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-29832580214781474502011-08-12T15:56:00.000-07:002011-08-12T16:12:42.038-07:00Happy August to you and yours!
<br />It's August now. The weather here hasn't been the hottest, but you know what? I am not complaining! I hate hot hot weather. It's just amusing to me that I'm still wearing pants and hoodies in the morning and evenings here. <div>
<br /></div><div>My mom left today after being here for a couple weeks. We had a good time. But now back to my regular day to day life. We did go berry picking on Monday with my sister and her pitbull, May. May was quite useful and helped pull the wagon.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUv9ihMI7Ucaze9dAgNgdTSQZn2kQfFt_Tm9QKdZke6aoHrFTbf22mIfmUaKvosSMP8cvL4dai-AA2R6IX8Vdtfv-owynOKPeFH5BRf_u9nNZi0n8UKdJTglcbJsLkIlFFC4JB0HZPwRK/s1600/P1100371.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUv9ihMI7Ucaze9dAgNgdTSQZn2kQfFt_Tm9QKdZke6aoHrFTbf22mIfmUaKvosSMP8cvL4dai-AA2R6IX8Vdtfv-owynOKPeFH5BRf_u9nNZi0n8UKdJTglcbJsLkIlFFC4JB0HZPwRK/s400/P1100371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640108833870082530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Isn't she sweet?</span></i> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She really is. I love her so hard. If only she wouldn't whack her tail on me when she's happy...which is often.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She also picked her own berries...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_FLHissh4bY1Bgz3Aaodh1aaN0xD8rpPi_TqbnJDQYZ4IcZBTKRcZ2XgXfew2VHkMFjyvbXqSOHRxZEhyphenhyphenegghn0XEG1ayrD7fB_cL_2CYAtkfQtgktl9oEZOglGmSxs9VXM7U2SXTMYQ/s1600/P1100358.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_FLHissh4bY1Bgz3Aaodh1aaN0xD8rpPi_TqbnJDQYZ4IcZBTKRcZ2XgXfew2VHkMFjyvbXqSOHRxZEhyphenhyphenegghn0XEG1ayrD7fB_cL_2CYAtkfQtgktl9oEZOglGmSxs9VXM7U2SXTMYQ/s400/P1100358.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640109479006546386" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u>
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<br />That there's my mom giving me her strainer of berries to put in our tupperware. Sadly we ended up with mostly raspberries, not Kim and I's favorite. The blueberries were pretty picked over. I love making the blueberry scone-like things from a cookbook that I have (the name of which I'm totally spacing on!). </div><div style="text-align: left;">
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<br /></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-36532564341671221482011-07-03T12:18:00.000-07:002011-07-03T12:39:29.217-07:00Vancouver BCOur time in Vancouver was all right. We mostly drove around a lot, either lost or unable to find any free parking. (It didn't help that we didn't get some Canadian monies right away...We just kept putting it off for some reason.) Seriously, Vancouver's a pain in the ass when it comes to park. PAIN IN THE ASS! Most of it is permit-only parking for people that live in there, which, ok, I get, but hey, have some love for the tourists! I've just never seen so much permit only parking. A lot of which wasn't in use...<div><br /></div><div>We stayed with a friend of mine, who was out of town. He lives a few miles from downtown, where all the action is. We even got towed our first day there! It was great! Ugh. Yeah, that alone might have tainted our time there. </div><div><br /></div><div>BUT we did eat some good food, saw pretty things, and saw the 5th (or was it 6th?) Stanley Cup Finals. It would've been awesome to be there if the Canucks had won that game (thereby winning the Cup), but alas, they sucked that game. (And you know what happened the final game.) There were reminders everywhere that the Canucks were playing the finals. On buses (see below), on signs hanging in businesses, on people's clothes...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCMKLYvNhis5DU5lYmr8P1c-PLsorGHvnVBJzicJ59Y13ZNJmgAmPqIt_jzbd-VQytUePITMbgEzgJdGdnJtYPIKfynFAk5isSElUwQCwVwVEHqplq2L2P-La6blGULH1_nnSERh_rWok/s1600/P1100263.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCMKLYvNhis5DU5lYmr8P1c-PLsorGHvnVBJzicJ59Y13ZNJmgAmPqIt_jzbd-VQytUePITMbgEzgJdGdnJtYPIKfynFAk5isSElUwQCwVwVEHqplq2L2P-La6blGULH1_nnSERh_rWok/s400/P1100263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625210522258154354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">See?</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVjmDAcqQvCJTJX2FSVigFHB3wKRVNfZQexhE9zhRdBZMNG_lSQAiHmEUriLlD1Qfkq3pPQJzucKfYTaoNR30bbB7__wo9MeTdACqvSlOQMuhfqzrn8J75_QLdTXeylbGqgHAKsZsXf99/s1600/P1100216.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVjmDAcqQvCJTJX2FSVigFHB3wKRVNfZQexhE9zhRdBZMNG_lSQAiHmEUriLlD1Qfkq3pPQJzucKfYTaoNR30bbB7__wo9MeTdACqvSlOQMuhfqzrn8J75_QLdTXeylbGqgHAKsZsXf99/s400/P1100216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625210986643381058" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVjmDAcqQvCJTJX2FSVigFHB3wKRVNfZQexhE9zhRdBZMNG_lSQAiHmEUriLlD1Qfkq3pPQJzucKfYTaoNR30bbB7__wo9MeTdACqvSlOQMuhfqzrn8J75_QLdTXeylbGqgHAKsZsXf99/s1600/P1100216.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Capilano Reserve- where we went for a hike</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6R6nANy0nxI4dTIR3S4BP1D9GPACtuuwJ2EQ5R3zRAcG6XSIIsME3Ff9l0-V3kbhNGArpNbCgfPJUzTYFE6KA_PSkuzpo3I2S2uqLVDN9-5RPJGho1AKSW76egN3KckW16xlcMx8k6jFq/s1600/P1100214.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6R6nANy0nxI4dTIR3S4BP1D9GPACtuuwJ2EQ5R3zRAcG6XSIIsME3Ff9l0-V3kbhNGArpNbCgfPJUzTYFE6KA_PSkuzpo3I2S2uqLVDN9-5RPJGho1AKSW76egN3KckW16xlcMx8k6jFq/s400/P1100214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625210981751310530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Naam for breakfast- those sausages had the realest fake skin on them!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPD6axg32zrN0FtuC-X-KqRpEBEiz5QBA4_CD0ZU1lFWl4p3ZWPOMcKzlHrXJbEEivvbVeiZcjMFceq1Kv5R9nR9f81rgzy0Jvo0DEADvzJtNJ2Vdbx1zcu5aTwnGGgnS48FM597H8S804/s1600/P1100213.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPD6axg32zrN0FtuC-X-KqRpEBEiz5QBA4_CD0ZU1lFWl4p3ZWPOMcKzlHrXJbEEivvbVeiZcjMFceq1Kv5R9nR9f81rgzy0Jvo0DEADvzJtNJ2Vdbx1zcu5aTwnGGgnS48FM597H8S804/s400/P1100213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625210971533256386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The waterfront. That stadium, I believe, was part of the Olympics they hosted.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0IUQqzD-CnbTjtLqYP5YQNAoQyl3mVWE-gE4sU6NtZcRSe2RUSHn9IeD6WBUpU7eWXNtbJ20249JcDO9ACpeIT00KOxpveagvbDSGPXMip7G5JhXA6gUF8wYAyyCaYYUvPjHaXX2aZqC/s1600/P1100260.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0IUQqzD-CnbTjtLqYP5YQNAoQyl3mVWE-gE4sU6NtZcRSe2RUSHn9IeD6WBUpU7eWXNtbJ20249JcDO9ACpeIT00KOxpveagvbDSGPXMip7G5JhXA6gUF8wYAyyCaYYUvPjHaXX2aZqC/s400/P1100260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625212236324791618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">View from Jericho Beach that we happened across. I liked the lined up logs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIA-ih8xZOpGcm1b0MmhXUVYPVO7D39xF2Hj8kADueydLurG4wiGz5TRtXYQ6ZqVUDkY3L3XRriUgl6H-NL3dumy_EXMe8n-yefdaXFpLQBnrn_Xpbj_Wwrr3khbpz8zQDro6myXaq9I08/s1600/P1100257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIA-ih8xZOpGcm1b0MmhXUVYPVO7D39xF2Hj8kADueydLurG4wiGz5TRtXYQ6ZqVUDkY3L3XRriUgl6H-NL3dumy_EXMe8n-yefdaXFpLQBnrn_Xpbj_Wwrr3khbpz8zQDro6myXaq9I08/s400/P1100257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625212232585727474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me and the view</span></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-21026525619921264212011-06-13T11:28:00.000-07:002011-06-13T12:09:14.282-07:00More traveling...So now I'm in Vancouver, BC. I've been here previously to visit a friend (and to go to Vancouver, of course!). My friend still lives here but he's currently on a long-ass honeymoon, so no hang out with him. It's nice to have a free place to stay. Especially when, on the first day, your car gets towed out of a spot that we thought wasn't reserved and you have to pay $100 for towing, $13 for a taxi to get to the car lot, and then plus a $60 parking ticket from the ImPark people. Yeah. Awesome sauce. But Corinn's working on getting at least the parking ticket taken off...Hopefully that works. <div><br /></div><div>Anyways, when I left you last post I was still in Seattle for a couple more days. I went to the Victrola Coffee shop on 15th for another French Toast donut and coffee. I also went to <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/sage-cafe-seattle">Sage</a> (former Hillside Quickie II or something??), which was only a few blocks from where I was staying. I got it to go so I could eat it in our apartment/hotel with some Dr. Pepper. I ordered their version of the Philly, called the Fremont Philly. It's made with seitan, which is my favorite "meat" to use for a Philly (though the tempeh version at my former workplace, Paradox Cafe, was my kryptonite for awhile). The menu said it was going to be $10, but it ended up as $11. Taxes? But why an even $1? I don't know. I do know it was the most costly sandwich I've ever gotten. Anyways, it did come with a side of rice. Not plain rice, but I couldn't tell you what exactly it was. It was all right. The sandwich itself was hella messy to eat, very saucy and sadly, not a lot of seitan. (DC Vegetarian kicks it's ass in every department) Mostly bell peppers and onions. Yeah. I wouldn't get it again and it's not awesome enough for me to tell you to even try it once. I want to hope that all of the ingredients are organic, so at least that's why it's so costly. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bA0eMCsqtuXsG7H4eFGxvenRMhyM2Cf5m0dPp_j-3LDqMoLzZPhm0ks5c1kd7rfqTGtyUxZC4XZNkrggAlmtkTRejO6-Qgn4SEhUlobgPlCpcJTReXPE9nL0n7ktcMKtQ9XhWIDrHAIl/s1600/P1100206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bA0eMCsqtuXsG7H4eFGxvenRMhyM2Cf5m0dPp_j-3LDqMoLzZPhm0ks5c1kd7rfqTGtyUxZC4XZNkrggAlmtkTRejO6-Qgn4SEhUlobgPlCpcJTReXPE9nL0n7ktcMKtQ9XhWIDrHAIl/s400/P1100206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617778433263634610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The disappointing Fremont Philly</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That reminds me, the bread was damn tasty. But onwards!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That evening we went stopped at Grim's, a Capital Hill bar nearby, for Happy Hour. We had drinks in cute little mason jars and I got the Cauliflower and Hummus Crostini (it might have been cauliflower hummus...), which during Happy Hour is only $4.75 (instead of $7.50 or something). It was a great price for the 5 large crostini's we got. I'm not the biggest cauliflower fan, but it went well with the hummus and pickled/carmelized(?) red onions and cute chives atop. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">After that, we stopped at Bimbo's Taqueria, which isn't worth much mention, and we went on to Moe's, which is venue Nuemo's attached bar. We were going there to see Campfire OK play at Neumo's. If you haven't checked out Campfire OK, you should. The <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_ZSppzeCQE">Oddfellows Cafe video</a> is the best. Moe's played great hip hop, I really enjoyed it, Corinn...not so much...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Saturday morning, we went to Wayward Vegan Cafe for breakfast before driving north to Vancouver. Again, no pictures...I got 3 sides: tofu scram, grits, and garlic greens. The greens weren't cooked enough for my liking and by the time I got them, they were about room temperature. The tofu scram was almost inedible because the amount of turmeric on them, I barely touched them. The grits were good. Nothing crazy good about them, just grits with Earth Balance, a little faux cheddar, and some salt & pepper. Corinn got the Monte Cristo, a huge French Toast sandwich with fake ham and turkey and served with some jam. It also came with homefries. If Wayward does anything, it gives the largest portions I've seen. I just wish the food came out of the kitchen better. The French Toast wasn't cooked long enough, a little soggy. Too much faux meat. The latter wasn't a huge deal, but the sandwich just was lacking in general. We did leave full though.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'll talk about Vancouver on the next post...</span></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-74463817274000130452011-06-10T12:44:00.000-07:002011-06-26T14:46:43.020-07:00Seattle<div>I am currently in Seattle for a few days. There are a lot of Portland-Seattle comparisons, but the two cities are very different. I would say that I would never move here (oh, when I say never, I'm just saying if I had a choice between our two fair cities and I wasn't in a relationship with someone in Seattle...I wouldn't hate it, I'd prefer it to Asheville or Chicago or small towns...), just as someone here would say the same about Portland. Seattle is too city for my tastes. Too large, not as residential. The steep hills kill me (you would *never* find me on a bike here, you can barely find me on my bike in Portland). And the busses take your fare after you've ridden, not when you get on it...which ok, that one isn't a big deal, but for some reason I find it annoying. Also, the two bus drivers I came across were the least friendly bus drivers I've come across. It's population is definitely more diverse than Portland. You'll find a lot more older people here and it's more racially diverse. The feeling here in Seattle is less like you're on a college campus with your peers, which is what Portland usually feels like to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm here because a friend of mine has a work conference in a town nearby, so free hotel and gas. Tomorrow we leave to go on to Vancouver, BC, where my friend Corinn has never been. We'll be staying a friend's house, though he's out of town on his forever-long honeymoon (2 months, people! Turkey!). </div><div><br /></div><div>The first day I spend taking my friend to her conference, then dropping her car off at <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/stingray-auto-repair-seattle">Stingray Auto</a>, to get her brakes fixed (p.s. right now they have a special where you get 10% off if you mention Yelp), walking back to the apartment/hotel where we're staying so that Qwest could fix the problematic wifi (which was stupidly just plugged incorrectly), going to <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/victrola-coffee-roasters-seattle">Victrola Coffee</a> on Pine, then getting lost when going back to Stingray to pick up the car. We had dinner at In The Bowl on E Olive Way, then hung out on Broadway and drank and ate sweet potato tots at Highline using my Groupon, and finding the bar 22 on 15th St. Good night. Here's some pictures of some of my happenings:</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUskKps_RoP_DaEn9kHX4VZroRjiszsin1bZoIk4Fd01JXbd_eF07VhVDS6tchxnvXGhq7lEnkmf5EMLDNLPeAGRYCNOMbMESwgDHX0P-vimREXp1AmkutxyusUV7ZHoIcmnXruHD-gXwT/s1600/P1100174.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUskKps_RoP_DaEn9kHX4VZroRjiszsin1bZoIk4Fd01JXbd_eF07VhVDS6tchxnvXGhq7lEnkmf5EMLDNLPeAGRYCNOMbMESwgDHX0P-vimREXp1AmkutxyusUV7ZHoIcmnXruHD-gXwT/s400/P1100174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616685483894506818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Berkeley Vegan (minus tomatoes) from zPizza, I should've also gotten no zucchini, too raw for my tastes! Good pie though, better cold when the Daiya didn't stick to the roof of my mouth.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZfbBcGiYNdM8L4lzytjeS-N5MVerUxsv7CG0IsPX4L5v16h8kUqkC3egK_SiUID2B1yYi5fUuDF6O2VYDjST-x4q3X0RKqYwsIvhyMiXYewE9Uc6okI-dRrky1njwRFvJUZgnluSqXGs/s1600/P1100176.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZfbBcGiYNdM8L4lzytjeS-N5MVerUxsv7CG0IsPX4L5v16h8kUqkC3egK_SiUID2B1yYi5fUuDF6O2VYDjST-x4q3X0RKqYwsIvhyMiXYewE9Uc6okI-dRrky1njwRFvJUZgnluSqXGs/s400/P1100176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616685491540620082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mighty-O French Toast donut and coffee at Victrola's.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnqLWrqQcH2GCo4EbcH4SJKEWaqTDe-QOgCX61FHZCQyj1qXkP0GmVBzw5B-UtEInvOpI_UT65Y35BAGyYwuXSfzeORNziabySoEH6O9w5-i_8WebwIlS9qZ3Z3p7GzwO0235X_s84ioP/s1600/P1100182.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnqLWrqQcH2GCo4EbcH4SJKEWaqTDe-QOgCX61FHZCQyj1qXkP0GmVBzw5B-UtEInvOpI_UT65Y35BAGyYwuXSfzeORNziabySoEH6O9w5-i_8WebwIlS9qZ3Z3p7GzwO0235X_s84ioP/s400/P1100182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616685502340378226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Sweet Tots" from Highline. Corinn writing postcards in the background.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZP1cN1qw4uW3X1RzM1lj12VKstA9JLsmTaltQsIZAU_Xg7stH8ZBUkIIYPNQzXf6YCapgjYMBymri5FvhIHfmMGlEZ7xKjs695Lgb3AhgyxKv38U_O5b8BnxQ3aLnP2wNG_a29XfS8uQj/s1600/P1100186.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZP1cN1qw4uW3X1RzM1lj12VKstA9JLsmTaltQsIZAU_Xg7stH8ZBUkIIYPNQzXf6YCapgjYMBymri5FvhIHfmMGlEZ7xKjs695Lgb3AhgyxKv38U_O5b8BnxQ3aLnP2wNG_a29XfS8uQj/s400/P1100186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616685504695261810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Photobooth at Highline. It takes credit cards only, which is kinda handy.</span></div><br /><br /><br /></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-59547578887000023832011-05-23T14:26:00.000-07:002011-05-23T14:41:38.941-07:00FailureWell. My goals for the past 30 days were to post more and go on a date. Both of which I have failed, y'all!! I did sorta ask someone out, but it wasn't clear that I was asking them out and they said they couldn't go that night and didn't mention going out some other time, so I'm going to take that they're not interested in me like that. Which is fine. I did initiate contact with someone on an online dating site that I normally wouldn't have because the guy didn't see like someone I would normally go for. We wrote back and forth a couple times but then contact stopped when he never responded to my last message. Good times, y'all! I don't even have any good crushes right now. Well, not any that are in my town. Life is kinda sad when you don't have the fun of running into a crush...<div><br /></div><div>I recently got a new job at Blossoming Lotus! For those who don't know, Blossoming Lotus is an all vegan restaurant here in Portland. They're on the pricier side since they use a lot of organic and whole foods. We sell raw cheesecakes from <a href="http://freshlywild.com/">Freshly Wild</a> that are amazing! At $8 a slice, it's not cheap, but so freakin' good! I've tried only messed up slices and so far have had Pomegranate, Key Lime and Chocolate Orange. The Key Lime was superb! </div><div><br /></div><div>Blossoming Lotus makes their own vegan soft serve (which I heard they'll stop making when their machine dies, so get it while you can!) and it's so good! It's soy based and it's by no means is it good for you (sugar!). </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm looking forward to a trip to Seattle and Vancouver, BC in a couple weeks. Let me know if you have any specific recommendations of where to go/eat!</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-57463057124518392612011-04-23T15:49:00.000-07:002011-04-23T15:57:05.890-07:00A belated Day 29 & 30Day 29: Goals for the next 30 days<div><br /></div><div>To post more</div><div>To go on a date</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 30: Your highs and lows of this past month</div><div><br /></div><div>Highs:</div><div>Meeting a new friend (Hi, Hudson!)</div><div>Sitting in the sun</div><div>Getting a new job</div><div>Having a magnificent view of Mt Hood</div><div>Feeling a lot of support from my sister and brother-in-law</div><div>Gettin' love from my niecedogs May and Tilda</div><div><br /></div><div>Lows:</div><div>Having those moments where I feel very alone</div><div><br /></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-49177195716784447382011-04-14T11:49:00.000-07:002011-04-14T11:51:46.355-07:00Day 28Day 28: Something that you miss<div><br /></div><div>I miss being a child with all that not worrying about money and jobs and food and not thinking about someone to love, romantically. </div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-42053906009426240002011-04-13T12:12:00.000-07:002011-04-13T12:24:32.750-07:00Day 25-27And I was on such a roll...<div><br /></div><div>So, Day 25: Someone who fascinates you and why</div><div><br /></div><div>Celebrities, all of them, big (Alicia Silverstone) and small (you know, that one girl who played that one small part in that one movie a few years ago?). If I recognize you from tv, I will most likely be interested how you're '<a href="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/2268/usweekly38nq.jpg">Just Like Us!</a>' Why? Well, I wish I knew.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Day 26: What kind of person attracts me</div><div><br /></div><div>Physically: Red hair. Plaid button ups. Cute shoes (Vans, Converse, MacBeths, of that nature.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Nonphysically: Being kind to others, thoughtfulness, humor, vegan/vegetarian food habits.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Day 27: A problem that you have had.</div><div><br /></div><div>My main problem in life is a lack of a goal. More specifically, what kind of job I want to aim for. </div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-26861033094493301172011-04-10T20:17:00.000-07:002011-04-10T21:16:58.639-07:00Day 24Day 24: Your favorite movie and what it's about:<div><br /></div><div>As mentioned in Day 21 post, it would be hard to pick just one favorite of most things. So here are some favorite movies.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anchorman</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayeDSSYARCoxoId3oD6DNumm2PDdi7xxJeTHdYZIAISNGpsiUP63-EImUD8KPNP8H2ZnA2k6mqgMhq2HS0Beo9N9e2g14NFiSbVSSEZi0gFIZLevp5nkWmPYc_G3XSiq3uSAp9R7ivPYa/s1600/Anchorman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayeDSSYARCoxoId3oD6DNumm2PDdi7xxJeTHdYZIAISNGpsiUP63-EImUD8KPNP8H2ZnA2k6mqgMhq2HS0Beo9N9e2g14NFiSbVSSEZi0gFIZLevp5nkWmPYc_G3XSiq3uSAp9R7ivPYa/s400/Anchorman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594163913146184066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Amelie</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3U2kefvD14wE4-U11m0fjuQhuGLOpnAlir9RHjSPpe1rYfChUZSzv68hLkQM8mhG27NS58tV2DMJtHhlDr709LleMiny05R5Z-6RqOe1fNrXANbCL6nTmiO_vgIifYFTWC25oD_r5vkI/s1600/ameliepoulain03.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3U2kefvD14wE4-U11m0fjuQhuGLOpnAlir9RHjSPpe1rYfChUZSzv68hLkQM8mhG27NS58tV2DMJtHhlDr709LleMiny05R5Z-6RqOe1fNrXANbCL6nTmiO_vgIifYFTWC25oD_r5vkI/s400/ameliepoulain03.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594164210782665826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pride & Prejudice (the 6 hour one with this dude)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6BFH0Jb9HOAPAwyb7uHyRprrWuvHTJc47zoBAkSZtqWQAlSQ58JbrihS99GqVJmNlRHQZSkyFUI0Z7a4L0T_JuVx_Gt7gL-09dZr4oxxR8hiXRwgAfZfDng5lxPKsbtLRx8S0-ZqDQxg/s1600/tumblr_l0eys0RdsM1qb0osvo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6BFH0Jb9HOAPAwyb7uHyRprrWuvHTJc47zoBAkSZtqWQAlSQ58JbrihS99GqVJmNlRHQZSkyFUI0Z7a4L0T_JuVx_Gt7gL-09dZr4oxxR8hiXRwgAfZfDng5lxPKsbtLRx8S0-ZqDQxg/s400/tumblr_l0eys0RdsM1qb0osvo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594165376351034018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Princess Bride</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2V4spJq3C5FQEsH4PT0sE4-PAd6kOksTMcX6XSPNvTiWsDScwA1WkObFZLu1P_bDQ-ZgRd37Nxf_byAMrzx4G1Kq3kqVSF7hLppocRjijNtJHaxcFZy203Ly18iM3XcVyVeDIenBZGmlT/s1600/princessbride.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2V4spJq3C5FQEsH4PT0sE4-PAd6kOksTMcX6XSPNvTiWsDScwA1WkObFZLu1P_bDQ-ZgRd37Nxf_byAMrzx4G1Kq3kqVSF7hLppocRjijNtJHaxcFZy203Ly18iM3XcVyVeDIenBZGmlT/s400/princessbride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594165886430511474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Say Anything...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSxd8hNkCa7ra2B-Ic6cfZKOyKcLr55bx11Wn7Sgk9Pp11hGib52vLSLVP8fxGs2LqYtWppS2BwL4TD7UOGqc7DNBJHXvznpqjn5528knrtvm-6AIm3Zpht5s3PYFsxdwK3lYM6_zHTxq/s1600/ione_skye2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSxd8hNkCa7ra2B-Ic6cfZKOyKcLr55bx11Wn7Sgk9Pp11hGib52vLSLVP8fxGs2LqYtWppS2BwL4TD7UOGqc7DNBJHXvznpqjn5528knrtvm-6AIm3Zpht5s3PYFsxdwK3lYM6_zHTxq/s400/ione_skye2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594166987404652066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sixteen Candles</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLW-XPiyUTJIwaQngxLu0IeO5czoipQceYXr9mlA7P4-NX3WEF_wP_Ofjfh6W1U6EpJh8Sw4sxIR22WnIfANTVbpA5F3YDs3o9iqcgHQXxHzDUzNQ4bomeOlOiXVpJlgcvlxbXw1VKtgVK/s1600/sixteen-candles-jake2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLW-XPiyUTJIwaQngxLu0IeO5czoipQceYXr9mlA7P4-NX3WEF_wP_Ofjfh6W1U6EpJh8Sw4sxIR22WnIfANTVbpA5F3YDs3o9iqcgHQXxHzDUzNQ4bomeOlOiXVpJlgcvlxbXw1VKtgVK/s400/sixteen-candles-jake2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594168112111222898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wayne's World</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5k53ukfDU6zgM32YRcqASYkzT_oZjFeVCQW7WWwMOFy8wVVWmQuhaIVBAGuBAOEamjFLvpL6tltyv43npDZZ2Jl9YObiDCfn3yPO97mvt6GrM33PN_hipYRVve7bETZT-pUfkqfmQVj4f/s1600/waynes_world.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5k53ukfDU6zgM32YRcqASYkzT_oZjFeVCQW7WWwMOFy8wVVWmQuhaIVBAGuBAOEamjFLvpL6tltyv43npDZZ2Jl9YObiDCfn3yPO97mvt6GrM33PN_hipYRVve7bETZT-pUfkqfmQVj4f/s400/waynes_world.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594168955882662578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Scott Pilgrim vs The World</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIkRbf3LP3M8MWBDQYA8XPwG4kUa-aQ8zV0dlOabhDhI41SME4B4amAd9e8LoA9wu51Vk6dxPp4cin-NE8ZwsDF3uhXV5XPxf8Eh8A6WcbqnIvpv-DT5lNyn93Iby1MDTceaDMg0z0Wzk/s1600/culkin-winstead-cera-scott-pilgrim-pic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIkRbf3LP3M8MWBDQYA8XPwG4kUa-aQ8zV0dlOabhDhI41SME4B4amAd9e8LoA9wu51Vk6dxPp4cin-NE8ZwsDF3uhXV5XPxf8Eh8A6WcbqnIvpv-DT5lNyn93Iby1MDTceaDMg0z0Wzk/s400/culkin-winstead-cera-scott-pilgrim-pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594169940883528834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzHldPc0PqOIGuKbOVf5itcbqwMPBgCIVOynjkm6xQIYS-gGAXF1RVRoFGhUblx4yxPq1PmkBN1GFzvJka2EQ1VX73bMU05ZvVgBtJ2NHssuXXnoUkPDyZYCF9OddoXS5NTJ2eGw3eS6m/s1600/nicknorahsinfiniteplaylist-poster-tsr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzHldPc0PqOIGuKbOVf5itcbqwMPBgCIVOynjkm6xQIYS-gGAXF1RVRoFGhUblx4yxPq1PmkBN1GFzvJka2EQ1VX73bMU05ZvVgBtJ2NHssuXXnoUkPDyZYCF9OddoXS5NTJ2eGw3eS6m/s400/nicknorahsinfiniteplaylist-poster-tsr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594170860758110530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Buffalo '66</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9l5bQVq49LdRHlne2-ZtX4UTuYYLmB8LIaNJEP2D36n2lHX8GLkO-ntoYLcW3tzzxa3vkZPZ6gwax_cEIk67VKU3o-tQL259AxKVC90TR9Hfj5r-5qHAneD7PHDYNYROvC4DPSvqfzwZb/s1600/3644633031_3eaecdf08c_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9l5bQVq49LdRHlne2-ZtX4UTuYYLmB8LIaNJEP2D36n2lHX8GLkO-ntoYLcW3tzzxa3vkZPZ6gwax_cEIk67VKU3o-tQL259AxKVC90TR9Hfj5r-5qHAneD7PHDYNYROvC4DPSvqfzwZb/s400/3644633031_3eaecdf08c_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594172427520072242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So I Married an Axe Murderer</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgupWepNKpL-vfUZ3L-VbRVwknRNwZys_Slu2ti7pF8J7xBzj2eThwWocfScWNfhyphenhyphenaGHWDRdyhOj4dYVxAdRJIbpTPsOZg_bXgUsyBbNSXmf7jaDaVeyuKuTbyQp5hlK0FPYetFwjWII37z/s1600/so-i-married-an-axe-murderer-special-edition-20080602003826199-000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgupWepNKpL-vfUZ3L-VbRVwknRNwZys_Slu2ti7pF8J7xBzj2eThwWocfScWNfhyphenhyphenaGHWDRdyhOj4dYVxAdRJIbpTPsOZg_bXgUsyBbNSXmf7jaDaVeyuKuTbyQp5hlK0FPYetFwjWII37z/s400/so-i-married-an-axe-murderer-special-edition-20080602003826199-000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594173835941931074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">While You Were Sleeping</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsJT2bCtYljyF0iiPVbh-zr7VNz4K9hxu-45DqiL-oWMRfxUPc17U7KZlAr_C6FOi9TBw3kk3f9Yes2VXzvx2D0oJL97H74pnu3fylY77my4A5QoP5wuI4Le8CMaepEk6lYmQe4UnFtsP/s1600/nt2svpfska73ks7v.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsJT2bCtYljyF0iiPVbh-zr7VNz4K9hxu-45DqiL-oWMRfxUPc17U7KZlAr_C6FOi9TBw3kk3f9Yes2VXzvx2D0oJL97H74pnu3fylY77my4A5QoP5wuI4Le8CMaepEk6lYmQe4UnFtsP/s400/nt2svpfska73ks7v.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594174856814723570" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm not going to tell you what these are about, most likely you already know. Buffalo '66 is maybe the only one you wouldn't know, and you should totally know it! Watch it! A couple times! It really grew on me. It's weird and funny. It made me like Christina Ricci.</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-68305260746546097512011-04-09T18:21:00.000-07:002011-04-27T16:13:28.652-07:00Day 23Day 23: Give pictures of 5 guys who are famous that you find attractive:<div><br /></div><div>Updated to include Kip "Half-Sack" Epps from Sons of Anarchy (redhead!):</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2Lbt-ERqZwCBkGgGYpEJ4PeT9tSi3IFPkyLUJKvLn4dlyzmAgTpzX25v5frMloC5OCNRcZMbo46x9082eg2Ogq5-NT9oA0cwqObqLfK7xtUZUDLMUpv_5-wHNnGiCPoYueEYPtEwYur_/s1600/SOA_ep201_1038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2Lbt-ERqZwCBkGgGYpEJ4PeT9tSi3IFPkyLUJKvLn4dlyzmAgTpzX25v5frMloC5OCNRcZMbo46x9082eg2Ogq5-NT9oA0cwqObqLfK7xtUZUDLMUpv_5-wHNnGiCPoYueEYPtEwYur_/s400/SOA_ep201_1038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600405285123666066" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">James McAvoy- dreamy Scot</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_u85o0XVpfCPoVaUwQjv4-bgKbJQ4xjCD3i5FsF1IbplbOs9DlcGgxHHTt3c1HzI5R7qckluVAvZF9BJ0JeD3Zoamb_1mV_CrrNLDien30XleG2EIqdy4h7as_uFdT-kbzPELTdcrjOi/s1600/James-McAvoy-james-mcavoy-529075_1280_800.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_u85o0XVpfCPoVaUwQjv4-bgKbJQ4xjCD3i5FsF1IbplbOs9DlcGgxHHTt3c1HzI5R7qckluVAvZF9BJ0JeD3Zoamb_1mV_CrrNLDien30XleG2EIqdy4h7as_uFdT-kbzPELTdcrjOi/s320/James-McAvoy-james-mcavoy-529075_1280_800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593759549531852578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ryan Gosling</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA77y7OW5_9wEUtU2JVCSaMbPqb0GyrKJlWSZV4scjDM1DVnwJy9YjEcN1Alcc3D01oxHyJMb0sBTLoe5hHpuMWnuAWmidWDJQzY1IKk86ekF42VrymNMNRg849EQc6QMUxxPyhaZfsd-9/s1600/ryan-gosling-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA77y7OW5_9wEUtU2JVCSaMbPqb0GyrKJlWSZV4scjDM1DVnwJy9YjEcN1Alcc3D01oxHyJMb0sBTLoe5hHpuMWnuAWmidWDJQzY1IKk86ekF42VrymNMNRg849EQc6QMUxxPyhaZfsd-9/s400/ryan-gosling-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593761056289195938" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Johnny Depp- here is a Benny & Joon still</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRh4vQ9xZwN_W7bwa6CUD4YXWeZXI1-KJHb2bZU0B4OtxKiDAV_Jx40gOrLnha4uamIFSLPFptyyU7EmgsF7aGiWu75Veil5mzHGgZKhmrfP9ZXpHDRJWwgqHOFiwjN-qjZt0Kd4jtm-AO/s1600/benny-and-joon-1_thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRh4vQ9xZwN_W7bwa6CUD4YXWeZXI1-KJHb2bZU0B4OtxKiDAV_Jx40gOrLnha4uamIFSLPFptyyU7EmgsF7aGiWu75Veil5mzHGgZKhmrfP9ZXpHDRJWwgqHOFiwjN-qjZt0Kd4jtm-AO/s400/benny-and-joon-1_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593762658553261682" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Michael Cera- cute one.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-5dxl1JRrlHosovlkIJ0ZDJjYfvDTg8tqSS0zsp-QN_TLvOub0mfudDccpNfhgLqQ3MLJMlCK8CpA2blThafKfw8meVGLPkwA9e_0TUmuXqldx5QHGoHZzIudzLEGxEShyphenhyphenJcpVvrMKhL/s1600/michael-cera3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-5dxl1JRrlHosovlkIJ0ZDJjYfvDTg8tqSS0zsp-QN_TLvOub0mfudDccpNfhgLqQ3MLJMlCK8CpA2blThafKfw8meVGLPkwA9e_0TUmuXqldx5QHGoHZzIudzLEGxEShyphenhyphenJcpVvrMKhL/s320/michael-cera3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593763397623052690" /></a><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">James Franco</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnHN-Rdmi2D_RKKghdhLoHN3wt1A4Iey_4gGJVIbIDXHqalq24mraoI3c4zAPOJxji_eA1uCXYPobIHOAWAVLzG0EB8Foomj5cvvKlwjKThPaKqn8HaeceMK9n1_cxcOntTCtBlY_SCFQ/s1600/James+Franco+%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnHN-Rdmi2D_RKKghdhLoHN3wt1A4Iey_4gGJVIbIDXHqalq24mraoI3c4zAPOJxji_eA1uCXYPobIHOAWAVLzG0EB8Foomj5cvvKlwjKThPaKqn8HaeceMK9n1_cxcOntTCtBlY_SCFQ/s400/James+Franco+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593765569321910210" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-8331954828016972552011-04-08T19:23:00.000-07:002011-04-08T19:49:00.893-07:00Teese Mozzarella Sticks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-PjnSWja7XbvzJ-p9-HCzPu8vp87CS9IaFMBLO6GL5f-CtcTFNAHMpcf9y6C6C7bkolFtt8lWLUYOSIAOhSROdoCthrJfgF1ETa7X96kxMYnku5v-pW9kvmRGrDTq9vAldU30CtAFRsP/s1600/sticks-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-PjnSWja7XbvzJ-p9-HCzPu8vp87CS9IaFMBLO6GL5f-CtcTFNAHMpcf9y6C6C7bkolFtt8lWLUYOSIAOhSROdoCthrJfgF1ETa7X96kxMYnku5v-pW9kvmRGrDTq9vAldU30CtAFRsP/s400/sticks-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593404097775786498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.chicagosoydairy.com/breaded_mozzarella_teese_sticks/">Picture Source</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Chicago Soy Dairy came out with vegan breaded mozzarella sticks using their vegan cheese called Teese. Teese is probably my favorite vegan cheese, so I was psyched to try these out. I work at a mostly vegan restaurant and my boss was able to get samples of the cheese sticks from a distributor for me to try. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I tried one of them by themselves and the rest I dipped into our homemade marinara sauce with a bit of Sriracha in it as well. My general consensus on them was: meh. They're not bad, but they're not something I imagine myself craving. The most disappointing part of them was the "cheese." It tasted like nothing. The breading on them was really good, but it didn't make up for the blah middle. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's fried, so, yeah, if a plate of these were put in front of me, I'll eat them with gusto. I just wouldn't go out of my way for them. </div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-73299029855473708002011-04-08T19:13:00.000-07:002011-04-08T19:23:21.696-07:00Day 22Day 22: How have you changed in the past 2 years<div><br /></div><div>I no longer work full time and I've been even more appreciative for the support my older sister and her husband give me. I have experienced more of life, which has changed or strengthened my opinions on certain things and has matured me a bit as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is another one of those questions that I feel I can't really answer because it's way more personal than I want to get on a very public webpage. </div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-43282588127451038242011-04-07T23:21:00.001-07:002011-04-07T23:33:34.680-07:00Day 21Day 21: One of your favorite shows<div><br /></div><div>How can they ask you to only talk about one of your favorite shows? Doesn't everyone want to talk about more than one? But this is probably the only time when I would be able to tell what my very favorite of something is. When asked my favorite food or movie, there's no definitive answer, but favorite show ever? Arrested Development, hands down! I have watched all the episodes several times and don't ever tire of them and they make me laugh so much. </div><div><br /></div><div>But a few other favorites:</div><div>Freaks & Geeks</div><div>Chopped</div><div>Modern Family</div><div>30 Rock</div><div>What Not To Wear (I *love* makeovers!)</div><div>The Daily Show with Jon Stewart</div><div>Cougar Town (for reals, y'all, it got really good)</div><div>Home Movies</div><div>Dr. Katz</div><div>Seinfeld</div><div><br /></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-81320762523828405852011-04-06T11:50:00.000-07:002011-04-06T12:04:25.255-07:00Day 20Day 20: How important you think education is...<div><br /></div><div>Well, as someone who only went to one semester of college, I apparently don't think college is necessary to survive in this world. I have never known what I wanted to do for a career and I went to college mainly because I realized working full time kinda sucks. I also wanted to have the college experience, which wasn't a party experience for me. I went to a religious college and, though I hung out with kids who drank, they weren't getting drunk or partying it up. It was responsible, conservative drinking. </div><div><br /></div><div>I sometimes wish that I would go back to school, but I still don't know what I want to do with myself and I don't want to pay off a loan for years and years to come. Especially when most of the jobs I go for don't need a college education. (I've been trying to get back into the natural foods type grocery store business for the past couple years, the ones around here pay pretty well and have benefits.) </div><div><br /></div><div>My sister was like me in that she didn't know what she wanted to do, but she enjoys learning a lot more than I and so went and got a degree in Social Sciences. </div><div><br /></div><div>Neither of our parents finished high school and they've never demanded we graduate from college. I'm glad I was never pressured to finish college, though I think perhaps I might feel/be more mature if I had gotten a degree. Tests and papers were never my strong suit and that's what makes me fear college, for that is all you ever seem to do. I was a straight B student -without really trying- in high school, in college I got 1 B, 2 C's and 1 D. Blah. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think education is definitely important, the main purpose is so that we can make better decisions, improve our life and learn about the past so that we don't repeat it in the future.</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-5706842457645453292011-04-05T16:23:00.000-07:002011-04-05T16:42:47.727-07:00Day 19Day 19: Disrespecting your parents<div><br /></div><div>My sister and I were good kids, we didn't get into trouble and we weren't the rebellious type. We didn't get into drugs or drinking. After a certain age I did argue with my dad a lot. I disagree with him on many things and I have a hard time keeping quiet. We weren't perfect, but I think we were pretty respectful.</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-28252107236413628192011-04-04T15:50:00.000-07:002011-04-04T16:21:42.898-07:00Day 18Day 18: Your Beliefs<div><br /></div><div>I believe the rich need to be taxed more, or at least as much as everyone else (I recently heard that they pay 3% less than everyone else, perhaps that's only state by state? I don't know.)</div><div><br /></div><div>I believe that gay couples should have the same rights as hetero ones and should be able to use the word "marriage."</div><div><br /></div><div>I believe that factory farming should be illegal. Animals are not treated as they should be in a factory farming environment. It's disturbing. As a human being, you have the responsibility to know where your food is coming from and if you don't care how that meat you're eating was treated when it was alive, it's just sad. Americans eat way more meat than is necessary and healthy.</div><div><br /></div><div>I believe that marijuana (and growing hemp!) should be legal. </div><div><br /></div><div>I believe we should all have access to affordable health care and that health insurances should stop being such assholes about stuff. (see: Sicko)</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-77374421916094870192011-04-03T17:42:00.000-07:002011-04-03T18:18:13.821-07:00Day 17Day 17: Your highs and lows this past year<div><br /></div><div>Highs:</div><div>I turned 30!</div><div>I had several good make outs.</div><div>I learned something new about myself.</div><div>I ate delicious food.</div><div>I had good times with my awesome friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lows:</div><div>The moments of feeling rejected and the inexplicable feelings of sadness.</div><div>I turned 30!...and I still feel like I don't know what I'm doing.</div><div>I had a mysterious health issue.</div><div><br /></div><div>Doing these lists aren't easy because most of the stuff is pretty personal and I don't want to put everything online for everyone to read. </div><div><br /></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-24414645377166492972011-04-02T16:22:00.000-07:002011-04-02T16:30:21.533-07:00Day 16Day 16: Your Views on Mainstream Music<div><br /></div><div>I like it a lot more than I probably should, but it's formulated to be catchy and it definitely sucks me in and I don't mind. Lots of fun music to dance to.</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-24738955108354771812011-04-01T15:04:00.001-07:002011-04-01T15:14:11.947-07:00Day 15Day 15: My favorite tumblrs<div><br /></div><div>When I first read this one I thought they were referring to <a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=tervis+tumblers&btnG=Search&hl=en&client=safari&rls=en&site=search&tbm=isch&sa=2">these tumblers</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. <a href="http://areyoumyghost.tumblr.com/">Are You My Ghost</a>- I'm pretty sure this is the first Tumblr I ever looked at. Or, at least, it's the first one I looked at on a regular basis. Renai has great style and has a great <a href="http://areyoumyghost.tumblr.com/">blog</a>. I enjoy having her as my Twitter friend, as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. <a href="http://andyellowdresses.tumblr.com/">you can have it all</a>- recently started looking at this one. </div><div><br /></div><div>3. <a href="http://fuckyeahredhair.tumblr.com/">fuckyeahredhair</a>- because FUCK YEAH, REDHEADS! If you know me at all, you know I have an affinity for the gingers. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. <a href="http://fuckyeahryangosling.tumblr.com/">fuckyeahryangosling</a>- These are usually pretty silly, but there's plenty of amusing ones. The best is when <a href="http://hollywoodcrush.mtv.com/2010/12/08/f-yeah-ryan-gosling-internet-meme/">Ryan Gosling reads them</a> though. You must click on the link if you haven't seen it yet.</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-72569759476972465772011-03-31T15:44:00.000-07:002011-03-31T15:50:58.535-07:00Day 14Day 14: Your earliest memory<div><br /></div><div>I have a hard time knowing what is memory and what is from seeing pictures or dreaming stuff. I feel like I have a memory of knowing there was poop in my pants. Great early memory, right? There's a lovely half naked picture of me outside and my mom is hosing my lower half off. The question is: who took that picture?? Who thought that was a great time to photograph a moment?</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember being at the beach eating a pb&j sandwich and seagull swooping down and taking it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember David Higgins chasing me around the playground in kindergarten. </div><div><br /></div><div>I remember pretending to cut my hair, or was it my dad's hair, and him getting mad and telling me to go to my room.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember running over my younger male cousin with his 4 wheeler. No harm done, by the way. What can I say, he told me to follow him and I was driving the 4 wheeler...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373198606030844321.post-19218305336072771692011-03-30T15:54:00.000-07:002011-03-30T16:01:37.999-07:00Day 13Day 13: Somewhere you'd like to move or visit<div><br /></div><div>There are too many places I'd like to visit, but here's a few:</div><div>Australia</div><div>Hawaii</div><div>New York City</div><div>San Francisco</div><div>Spain</div><div>Return to Italy, Ireland and Scotland and see more of them</div><div>Iceland</div><div>Greece</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Move to:</div><div>hmm...I really liked Edinburgh. When I was there I wrote down that I wanted to go back and live there for at least 6 months. I would consider Vancouver, BC, as well. I enjoyed my time out of the States when I was gone for 13 months, but I was excited to be back, I feel at home here. </div><div>My other option besides Portland was Philadelphia and I wouldn't mind living there. I really love the architecture there and I LOVE the pretzel place that sells fresh pretzels for about $0.40/a piece at midnight...</div><div><br /></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14179995216268838471noreply@blogger.com2