<?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-2823173152452672942</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:20:36.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Bread with Emily</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-4215214162235513012</id><published>2010-09-20T14:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:18:02.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TJfPdaPR-7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/Ma-FYrlsQ_M/s1600/I%27ve-Moved2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519107972532403122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TJfPdaPR-7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/Ma-FYrlsQ_M/s400/I%27ve-Moved2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok Friends, I have big news!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over the past few months I've been mulling over the idea of starting a whole new blog, and after much thought and consideration I've decided it was time to say goodbye to Daily Bread With Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've had a wonderful two years here with all of you, but the time has come to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you all for your years of friendship and dedication to my blog. I will miss this space dearly, but I'm excited for my new adventure to begin over at Her Peerless Eyes (click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://herpeerlesseyesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to visit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-4215214162235513012?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4215214162235513012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=4215214162235513012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4215214162235513012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4215214162235513012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok-friends-i-have-big-news-over-past.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TJfPdaPR-7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/Ma-FYrlsQ_M/s72-c/I%27ve-Moved2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8459568158115806296</id><published>2010-08-27T08:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T08:59:47.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love the fall. I think perhaps it is my most favorite season of all. And even though I never seem to find myself living in a climate that experiences such beautiful weather, I like to pretend I do... and who knows, maybe someday I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But for now, I'm content to marvel at the fall season. Here are some of the thing I love most about it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 1.) Cozy socks and warm fireplace fires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfeHU9e6VI/AAAAAAAABcY/ZPBngTPywIg/s1600/tumblr_ktx9va02zT1qaox1bo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510116886578129234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfeHU9e6VI/AAAAAAAABcY/ZPBngTPywIg/s400/tumblr_ktx9va02zT1qaox1bo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 2.) Dark green painted nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfeHOYxXtI/AAAAAAAABcQ/FB3rIafkMCg/s1600/esmalteaneis_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510116884813536978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfeHOYxXtI/AAAAAAAABcQ/FB3rIafkMCg/s400/esmalteaneis_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 3.) Brightly colored autumn leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdqwxKNqI/AAAAAAAABcI/FRKlT7wbV-I/s1600/Driz-10_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510116395826427554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdqwxKNqI/AAAAAAAABcI/FRKlT7wbV-I/s400/Driz-10_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 4.) Hot apple cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdqgKpTCI/AAAAAAAABcA/akpNDTzXJOg/s1600/cranberrycider.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510116391369919522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdqgKpTCI/AAAAAAAABcA/akpNDTzXJOg/s400/cranberrycider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 5.) Concord grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdp-FPpkI/AAAAAAAABb4/tEuF7xLjAjA/s1600/20081112201839.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510116382220461634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdp-FPpkI/AAAAAAAABb4/tEuF7xLjAjA/s400/20081112201839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 6.) Pumpkin patches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdpXmS9aI/AAAAAAAABbw/1bkSRyYwZCw/s1600/1557001843_4fd4e7f4ff_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510116371890107810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdpXmS9aI/AAAAAAAABbw/1bkSRyYwZCw/s400/1557001843_4fd4e7f4ff_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 7.) Layers and layers of scarves, hats, jackets and other fall clothing items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdoxVmgWI/AAAAAAAABbo/V1d8crodGt0/s1600/6a00e54ef9645388340133f332928e970b-800wi_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510116361619538274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfdoxVmgWI/AAAAAAAABbo/V1d8crodGt0/s400/6a00e54ef9645388340133f332928e970b-800wi_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2823173152452672942-8459568158115806296?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8459568158115806296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8459568158115806296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8459568158115806296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8459568158115806296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/08/autumn-season.html' title='Autumn Season'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/THfeHU9e6VI/AAAAAAAABcY/ZPBngTPywIg/s72-c/tumblr_ktx9va02zT1qaox1bo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-3810256504007071716</id><published>2010-07-30T18:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:36:49.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love this song, love this band, had to share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PLEASE read the lyrics as the song plays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0BXQRJ7O1NI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0BXQRJ7O1NI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm a wandering soul&lt;br /&gt;I got no place of my own&lt;br /&gt;Well I got nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;Well I got nothing to show for it&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be wondering on, for all my years&lt;br /&gt;What I become no one could know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling what I'm feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you soul searching people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got something to say my friends&lt;br /&gt;I will never lay down without a fight&lt;br /&gt;And when I die it will be the day&lt;br /&gt;When every one of my wrongs will be made right&lt;br /&gt;Only times gonna heal my pain&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows the mistakes I will make&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be peace on my soul someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reconciled&lt;/span&gt; I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be wondering on, for all my years&lt;br /&gt;What I become no one can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling what I'm feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you soul searching people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, if you're feeling what I'm feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you soul searching people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be wondering on, for all these years&lt;br /&gt;What I become no one could know&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling what I'm feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you soul searching people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-3810256504007071716?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3810256504007071716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=3810256504007071716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3810256504007071716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3810256504007071716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-this-song-love-this-band-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2288550351079620884</id><published>2010-07-30T17:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:23:29.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Present Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so sorry blogging world for my absence from you. I could probably think of every excuse in the book for why my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; has been lacking- but I think I'd rather be honest and say, it just hasn't been a priority lately. Life is different from the last time I wrote here. A lot has happened. Mostly good, some bad, and all of it highly uninteresting to anyone who isn't me, so I shall not ramble on. Instead I'd like to share a book with you. Yes, with everything that happens in my life I will always manage to find time to read a good book. As a matter of fact, its not an unusual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; to see me planted in a tucked away coffee shop with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt; tea latte and four different books on my lap- all of which I am currently reading. So yes- I love literature. I could eat it for every meal and be sustained for life.&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks I have been heavily engrossed in a Christian fiction book entitled &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/this-present-darkness-frank-peretti/9781581345285/pd/345283"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This Present Darkness"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. For the most part, I tend not to like "Christian fiction" as it can often be cheesy and a bit cliche, but this book is most definitely an exception. It may not ever be considered a work of literary genius, but its message will forever haunt me. The novel touches on the concept of spiritual warfare and its effect on humanity. Sometimes we get so engrossed in our own little worlds, that we forget Christ tells us there is currently a war being waged for our souls everyday. I would be foolish to think my everyday doubts, my negative thoughts, my poor body image, or my anxious heart were not do to the whisperings of Satan and his legion of demons. Have you ever felt that feeling of dread wash over you as if out of no where? Have you ever had a day where you do nothing but harp on yourself all day long? Have you ever made yourself sick over worry? These thoughts and feelings do not come from the Lord. And when we are engrossed in such emotions or negativity we often feel distant from God- it is usually the time we feel least like praying or reading The Word. But this book has reminded me that Satan CANNOT be in the presence of prayer. When I am on my knees in prayer I am unable to keep my mind glued on what Satan is feeding me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt; that while I'm reading this book I experience a day where I feel totally and utterly attacked. Today has been filled with worry, negative body image thoughts, and lies upon lies. I have felt anxious, sad, depressed, and angry... and I know my loving God is not responsible for this. So I'm fighting back. If Satan wants to wage war, then lets get down and dirty, because I ain't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; without a fight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 6:12-18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2288550351079620884?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2288550351079620884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2288550351079620884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2288550351079620884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2288550351079620884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-present-darkness.html' title='This Present Darkness'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-412377254783316894</id><published>2010-07-18T08:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T08:48:37.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TEMhPTGs4OI/AAAAAAAABa4/7DRmjL5OrmQ/s1600/blue-wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272517032272098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TEMhPTGs4OI/AAAAAAAABa4/7DRmjL5OrmQ/s400/blue-wall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Today I got the urge to paint my kitchen this color blue.&lt;br /&gt;Finished product pictures coming soon....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-412377254783316894?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/412377254783316894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=412377254783316894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/412377254783316894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/412377254783316894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-i-got-urge-to-paint-my-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TEMhPTGs4OI/AAAAAAAABa4/7DRmjL5OrmQ/s72-c/blue-wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1082922840489549644</id><published>2010-07-07T07:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:33:15.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Earlier I was telling my awesome Rock N' Roll loving Uncle about my experience at the Joan Jett concert and how I managed to get front and center out of several hundred crazed fans. He then made me laugh when he said I reminded him of the girl Sammy Hagar sings about in his song "Heavy Metal" -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491319164553887570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDUVr5eHf1I/AAAAAAAABaw/NnUIeP48MYo/s400/Joan_Jett_-_1994_-_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Tight pants and lipstick&lt;br /&gt;She's riding on razor's edge&lt;br /&gt;She holds her own against the boys&lt;br /&gt;Yea, cuts through the crowd just like a wedge&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, can you feel the static&lt;br /&gt;So many contacts being made&lt;br /&gt;We've got up front fanatics&lt;br /&gt;Tearing down the barricade&lt;br /&gt;To reach the stage&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the rage "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1082922840489549644?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1082922840489549644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1082922840489549644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1082922840489549644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1082922840489549644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/07/earlier-i-was-telling-my-awesome-rock-n.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDUVr5eHf1I/AAAAAAAABaw/NnUIeP48MYo/s72-c/Joan_Jett_-_1994_-_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2426686730355792190</id><published>2010-07-05T16:06:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:50:35.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDNo7FE9r7I/AAAAAAAABao/_rjCCHeFf4w/s1600/GetAttachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490847734879334322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDNo7FE9r7I/AAAAAAAABao/_rjCCHeFf4w/s400/GetAttachment4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Take a wild guess who this is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4th of July Escapades- take one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WOW! Its been a crazy four days, but also some of the best four days I've had in a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dont think I realized just how much I needed a girls trip away until I actually took one. And while I'm on the subject- Let me just say I have some of the BEST girlfriends anyone could ever ask for!!!! (special shout out to Kalie and Jamie... love you both!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our girls weekend getaway consisted of four days of pure adventure and bliss- but of course four whole days is too much to cover in one blog post, so I'm splitting it up. And while it would probably make the most sense to start with day 1 of our adventure, I simply MUST start with day 4- the much anticipated &lt;strong&gt;JOAN JETT CONCERT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thats right, yesterday the girls and I spent a total of 9.5 hours at the Del Mar Fairgrounds waiting anxiously to see the greatest female rock n' roll legend of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The first part of our afternoon was spent eating crappy fair food, going on sketchy rides that spin and twirl you around until you think your jumbo order of fried onion rings might come back up, and of course engaging in some intense people watching. In the blink of an eye 4 o'clock managed to roll around, which meant it was time to get in line for the 9:30pm showing of Joan Jett and The Blackhearts. To our surprise there was already a young woman in line, but we were happy to be the lucky second. After about an hour of waiting the three of us had made an adorable group of fellow Joan Jett fan friends and before we knew it, all six of us had spread out a blanket, whipped out some yummy snacks to share, and were chatting, laughing, and playing games to pass the time. Five hours later the gates opened and the six of us ran to the stage to secure our spot. Initially I found myself behind some of the women we had waited with, but 30 min before the show started Karen turned around and told me to switch spots with her. I politely declined, but she explained that this was her 30th Joan Jett concert in which she has always had front row... and it was now my turn. HOW AMAZING IS THAT?!?! Minutes before the show started I somehow found myself pressed up against the gate front and center of the stage- no one in front of me except Joan Jett herself..... AHHHHH!!!! It was beyond surreal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I screamed, shouted, and hollered during her entire 90 min set as I watched her rock out on her guitar, sing like a crazy woman, and sweat all over the stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unfortunately, cameras and videos were not allowed on the concert grounds, so therefore the only pictures I was able to get were from my phone. Excuse the poor quality, but enjoy the greatness that is Joan Jett.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(and yes, I was THIS close to the stage!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490637695152006418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDKp5KHnpRI/AAAAAAAABaI/-0SGS2VccO4/s400/GetAttachment2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490632575141173522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDKlPIl6WRI/AAAAAAAABZA/VM5hd79k34I/s400/GetAttachment6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490632568343160306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDKlOvRI5fI/AAAAAAAABY4/AATGTuYDJ38/s400/GetAttachment7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490632556614242578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDKlODkv0RI/AAAAAAAABYw/o0jzNXZvzT0/s400/GetAttachment8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490636868832625874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDKpJD1uhNI/AAAAAAAABaA/3gXKC5A57U4/s400/GetAttachment3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490636850745553250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDKpIAdbsWI/AAAAAAAABZw/kKUqx1_8wLE/s400/GetAttachment5.jpg" /&gt;I love this picture even though its blury because Joan is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490637705909756594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDKp5yMd4rI/AAAAAAAABaY/VyRaABMkXeQ/s400/34204_409191945457_503065457_4968149_6603703_n.jpg" /&gt;Me and my new Joan Jett fan friends!! Love ya girls- it was awesome rockin out and sharing that experience with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And last but not least, this afternoon I happened to come across a video from last night's concert that someone took from their cell phone. I wish I could have recorded my own videos from the front row, but this will have to do- its still exciting watching it and knowing I was in that crowd singing along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7816332d2b1c319" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7816332d2b1c319%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1841247A6472A1169CA7B855FE7E9E066ED361A7.7859893B92525580EB45CC7D3D016115E3126E19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7816332d2b1c319%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-uWSJ4TL5VeBrNd5uLPekfGMtuc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7816332d2b1c319%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208562%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1841247A6472A1169CA7B855FE7E9E066ED361A7.7859893B92525580EB45CC7D3D016115E3126E19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7816332d2b1c319%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-uWSJ4TL5VeBrNd5uLPekfGMtuc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2426686730355792190?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2426686730355792190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2426686730355792190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2426686730355792190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2426686730355792190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-escapades.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TDNo7FE9r7I/AAAAAAAABao/_rjCCHeFf4w/s72-c/GetAttachment4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-3354532739027406498</id><published>2010-06-30T18:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:05:57.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCySKS8bbqI/AAAAAAAABYA/m5dIiKwOxwk/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488922751439433378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCySKS8bbqI/AAAAAAAABYA/m5dIiKwOxwk/s400/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday was a rough day. I found myself having to continually push myself to move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My mind simply would not let me forget how much my joints hurt, how much my rib cage ached, or how awful the side effects of the medication I'm taking are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been difficult lately trying to accept my broken body for what it is, but step by step, inch by inch, I've begun to make progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unfortunately with ever 5 steps forward, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inevitably&lt;/span&gt; experience 3 steps back.... and yesterday was a 3 step back kinda day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was sure nothing would turn this day around. I was positive no one would succeed in putting a smile on my face. And I was confident I wouldn't be able to find joy in the midst of sorrow.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But then came a knock on my door. As I opened it, there stood my wonderful boyfriend holding a bouquet of flowers and a lovely "feel better" card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*SIGH* my heart melted. Suddenly a smile came to my face and for a second everything in my world seemed right again. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bad days are inevitable, but he always seems to cheer me up- and for that I feel so very blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-3354532739027406498?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3354532739027406498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=3354532739027406498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3354532739027406498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3354532739027406498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-was-rough-day.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCySKS8bbqI/AAAAAAAABYA/m5dIiKwOxwk/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-9177385002409339032</id><published>2010-06-24T21:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:09:48.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles and Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's something about a bubble bath that can turn a "so-so" day into one of greatness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baths have an uncanny ability to cleans my mind and center my focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe its the warm sudsy water, maybe its the peaceful music I play, maybe its being surrounded by candles as my only source of light, or maybe its the conversations I have with the Lord. I don't know what it is that makes my baths so magnificent- but they are indeed a source of joy in my life... and we all need a little joy now and then right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someday I'd love to create a bathroom that looks like these....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486573719416345906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCQ5uovOFTI/AAAAAAAABXw/s6fuW5c4aIs/s400/bath2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486573729228077938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCQ5vNShO3I/AAAAAAAABX4/5bWqtUPFtAY/s400/bath3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-9177385002409339032?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/9177385002409339032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=9177385002409339032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9177385002409339032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9177385002409339032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/bubbles-and-candles.html' title='Bubbles and Candles'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCQ5uovOFTI/AAAAAAAABXw/s6fuW5c4aIs/s72-c/bath2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-11970773066654661</id><published>2010-06-24T14:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:10:31.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crochet Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With the ever present stressors of life heavy on my mind, I've recently come to the realization that perhaps I need a new hobby in my life to serve as a distraction and mind cleanser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And although reading and playing my guitar are both hobbies I enjoy abundantly, they both require brain power and deep concentration... two things I seem to be lacking at the moment. So after a bit of thought and contemplation, I've decided to take up crocheting! The world of crocheting isn't completely foreign to me, as a matter of fact, back in the day (circa 1996) my mother taught me how to crochet my first blanket. It was a simple pattern with no extravagant detail or complicated stitches, but I remember feeling a sense of peace and calm and I sat for hours with my fluffy ball of yarn, my powder blue crocheting needle, and my busy hands working away as I lost myself in a different world all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So today begins my new and exciting crocheting journey. I'm sure I will encounter countless moments of peace, frustration, boredom, and excitement... but I couldn't be more ready for the challenge. I'm already counting down the hours till I get off work so I can head over to the craft store to pick out some beautiful yarn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thought I'd also include some lovely crocheting pictures to serve as inspiration for the journey ahead....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486464375917485570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPWSAdlngI/AAAAAAAABXg/cFrPPerYK4I/s400/20081013204743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Yarn, coffee, and a good book- doesn't get much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPROjXFoDI/AAAAAAAABXY/JRhmGGt0tcE/s1600/2db6a6ac7efa79749724f6970331a1ebf47b33b7_m_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486458819007848498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPROjXFoDI/AAAAAAAABXY/JRhmGGt0tcE/s400/2db6a6ac7efa79749724f6970331a1ebf47b33b7_m_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am just in love with the idea of having a crocheting fort... brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486464394797112226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPWTGy126I/AAAAAAAABXo/IqusfroQC7M/s400/20090215024555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; What a bright, creative, and fun work space. Someday I would love to have a"craft" room in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPROPipHRI/AAAAAAAABXQ/xI22Nth1_Gs/s1600/il_430xN_152951926.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486458813687602450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPROPipHRI/AAAAAAAABXQ/xI22Nth1_Gs/s400/il_430xN_152951926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  Colorful yarn makes me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPRNrbSRKI/AAAAAAAABXI/LS3s2w44RpA/s1600/il_430xN_153338486.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486458803993068706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPRNrbSRKI/AAAAAAAABXI/LS3s2w44RpA/s400/il_430xN_153338486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want this bag!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPRMZYVcmI/AAAAAAAABW4/yfIfdsk9QUg/s1600/il_430xN_147257860.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486458781968986722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPRMZYVcmI/AAAAAAAABW4/yfIfdsk9QUg/s400/il_430xN_147257860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; How great is this yarn holder tea cup?!?! I don't just want this... I need this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-11970773066654661?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/11970773066654661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=11970773066654661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/11970773066654661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/11970773066654661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/crochet-away.html' title='Crochet Away'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TCPWSAdlngI/AAAAAAAABXg/cFrPPerYK4I/s72-c/20081013204743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-210764646534228459</id><published>2010-06-21T17:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:08:49.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Warning: super sarcastic post ahead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Among the many things wrong with my body, I had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of inheriting the oh so lovely string of autoimmune disorders my parents both managed to accumulate over their lifetime. Why I couldn't have inherited my mothers knack for organization and cleanliness, or my dads &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intelligence&lt;/span&gt; and ability to fix anything, is beyond me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every so often my body goes all haywire on me and my lovely immune system decides to start attacking my own body for no apparent reason... as if my joints did anything to deserve such vile treatment. Unfortunately when this occurs there is very little I can do about it. Except for a little thing called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prednisone&lt;/span&gt;. This powerful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;steroid&lt;/span&gt; is able to take down inflammation in my body and help me to return to feeling normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unfortunately, I hate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prednisone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its amazing how one little pill can make me sweat like a pig, disturb my beauty sleep for weeks on end, turn me into a non stop eating machine, give me acne on my chest and back, and make me into this super cranky and emotional women no one wants to be around because she's got pit stains on her shirt, chocolate remnants in the corners of her mouth, and tears streaming down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her cheeks. It's not a pretty sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I suppose this is my new normal.... super fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-210764646534228459?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/210764646534228459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=210764646534228459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/210764646534228459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/210764646534228459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/thanks-mom-and-dad.html' title='Thanks Mom and Dad'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7366456121904577943</id><published>2010-06-19T20:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:26:14.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is a Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TB2YTX4sqlI/AAAAAAAABWw/ZqBxpn9GiX8/s1600/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484707379803892306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TB2YTX4sqlI/AAAAAAAABWw/ZqBxpn9GiX8/s400/peace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It has been a roller coaster of emotions lately as I've attempted to navigate my way through a difficult season in my life. I've experienced a plethora of highs and lows over these last few months, but through it all the Lord has steadily been teaching me how to find contentment in my soul even when my surroundings feel chaotic and messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would love to say I have found this so-called "contentment"- but that would be a lie. My journey is far from over, my path is far from complete, but my God is close at hand. Each day I desperately cling to God's word, and there I find peace and encouragement beyond comprehension. So for now I will leave you with two scriptures that have tugged at my heart this past week... maybe you too will find it a comfort as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 94:18-19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Your loving kindness, O Lord, will hold me up. When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, your consolations delight my soul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 6:19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-7366456121904577943?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7366456121904577943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7366456121904577943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7366456121904577943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7366456121904577943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-god-is-comfort.html' title='My God is a Comfort'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TB2YTX4sqlI/AAAAAAAABWw/ZqBxpn9GiX8/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-3983597286219118212</id><published>2010-06-15T07:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:31:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Happy Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've decided to make this day (despite the fact that I'll be working a 10 hour day) one filled with positive thoughts and long conversations with the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The constant worry and anxiety I battle in my head does not belong dwelling here, therefore I'm trying my best to surrender it to the Lord today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will probably slip and fail, but my heart is insitant on trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deuteronomy 31:6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Be strong and couragous. Do not be afraid or terrified, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you or forsake you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-3983597286219118212?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3983597286219118212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=3983597286219118212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3983597286219118212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3983597286219118212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts-for-day.html' title='Thoughts for the Day'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2588920403107237308</id><published>2010-06-14T08:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:13:33.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monday's have a tendency to be a drag- don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monday's mark the official termination of the weekend, which comes to mean the next Saturday is now a gigantic 6 days away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So in an effort to shed a little light on your Monday blues, I thought I'd share a few new favorite things of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drinking tea in bed until my heart is content to start the day&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482652193261711858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBZLHxZhcfI/AAAAAAAABWA/Y6mjerzc0Sg/s400/tea+in+bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Kipi- my new favorite artist from Brooklyn. Her whimsical graffiti like paintings are always done on pages of old used books... what an inspiration.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482653943876755986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBZMtq8rIhI/AAAAAAAABWY/PFxDdXepz9s/s400/il_430xN_116968000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482653951076782674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBZMuFxS0lI/AAAAAAAABWg/aKCDcZlmIxQ/s400/il_430xN_142618144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482653936431279378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBZMtPNiLRI/AAAAAAAABWI/Fmi6qDNjITg/s400/il_430xN_96857550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482653936929022898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBZMtRENI7I/AAAAAAAABWQ/rGXtaqG0TQw/s400/il_430xN_106513468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray"- I couldn't be more in love or more haunted by this work of genius if I tried.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482663014160163666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBZU9oYwY1I/AAAAAAAABWo/eyUua_97ypg/s400/dorian+gray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2588920403107237308?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2588920403107237308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2588920403107237308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2588920403107237308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2588920403107237308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/mondays-have-tendency-to-be-drag-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBZLHxZhcfI/AAAAAAAABWA/Y6mjerzc0Sg/s72-c/tea+in+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8037643277731111446</id><published>2010-06-13T15:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:16:52.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books Books Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing brings joy to my heart more than the aroma of a second-hand book store. Every time I walk in my soul smiles a little as I glance around the room hopeful of the treasures I will surely come across that day. Of course, my pocketbook is not near as fond of the used book store as my heart is, but I like to justify my purchases by telling myself ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm living a more "green" life by buying used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm purchasing something that has its own unique history- and nothing can put a price on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its not like I'm spending money on frivolous items, books last forever are sources of great knowledge and personal growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only used books contain fun inscriptions written by past owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And finally.... because they look prettier on my book shelf than anything you could ever buy at Barns and Noble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After a wonderful Saturday afternoon, my two girlfriends and I wandered into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booktreeaz.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Book Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; here in Scottsdale, and had a brief look around. Our intentions were to take a quick browse and nothing more- but of course nothing could have been farther from the truth. After only 20 minutes inside, I walked away with four beautiful new treasures. And what exactly did I find you ask??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two beautifully old Oscar Wilde books ("The Picture of Dorian Gray" and "The Importance of Being Earnest")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One 1945 edition of John Steinbeck's "The Pearl"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a sweet children's book of poetry called "Is Somewhere Always Far Away?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so excited to start my new stack of reading material... I just love the way books beckon to be read- its poetic.&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/2823173152452672942-8037643277731111446?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8037643277731111446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8037643277731111446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8037643277731111446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8037643277731111446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/books-books-books.html' title='Books Books Books'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2040848611092131440</id><published>2010-06-12T10:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:34:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBPTGFsU9pI/AAAAAAAABV4/jhLmW0bnKWs/s1600/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481957273000801938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBPTGFsU9pI/AAAAAAAABV4/jhLmW0bnKWs/s400/reading.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why hello beautiful Saturday morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The sun is shinning, the weather is dreadfully hot, and the day ahead is perfectly unscheduled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was thinking I'd have lunch with a cute boy, drink ice chai lattes on a blanket in the park while reading books with a dear friend, and chat it up for hours with my most favorite girlfriends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd say after the hard week I experienced, today is the perfect day to surround myself with the people I love most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2040848611092131440?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2040848611092131440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2040848611092131440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2040848611092131440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2040848611092131440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-saturday.html' title='It&apos;s Saturday!'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBPTGFsU9pI/AAAAAAAABV4/jhLmW0bnKWs/s72-c/reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1534867668712831192</id><published>2010-06-11T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:03:20.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBKIMDR2T3I/AAAAAAAABVw/ljtejVF6UcE/s1600/inspired.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481593437083291506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBKIMDR2T3I/AAAAAAAABVw/ljtejVF6UcE/s400/inspired.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  I'm inspired by this vintage photo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The woman in saddle shoes is perfectly sassy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1534867668712831192?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1534867668712831192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1534867668712831192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1534867668712831192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1534867668712831192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-inspired-by-this-vintage-photo-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBKIMDR2T3I/AAAAAAAABVw/ljtejVF6UcE/s72-c/inspired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-4175218928027471421</id><published>2010-06-11T07:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:48:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I couldn't sleep last night. &lt;div align="center"&gt;After hours of tossing and turning, I finally threw up my hands at 4:00am and gave up my desperate attempts to sleep. I knew operating on 2 hours of sleep would seriously mess with my head today, but sometimes your body simply fails to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I am- its almost 8am and already I've cleaned, gone grocery shopping, showered, done my makeup, and made my boyfriend a homemade cheesecake I've been promising him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd say that's darn productive for only having slept from 2am-4am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I doubt this boundless energy will last me all day, but with a whole new day on the horizon I'm optimistic on what could possibly be in store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Friday everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481589577295040354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBKErYcnj2I/AAAAAAAABVo/rlsWzPjxdF4/s400/cheesecake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;FYI: my cheesecake doesn't look nearly as pretty as this picture- but its the taste that counts!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2823173152452672942-4175218928027471421?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4175218928027471421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=4175218928027471421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4175218928027471421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4175218928027471421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-couldnt-sleep-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TBKErYcnj2I/AAAAAAAABVo/rlsWzPjxdF4/s72-c/cheesecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6508202148456141780</id><published>2010-06-08T18:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T06:35:06.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480593148266015826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TA76blDV7FI/AAAAAAAABVg/3CDPjS2x6MU/s400/20090314132946.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Whenever I have a bad day there are a few things I can count on to cheer me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Having my sweet puppy Tirzah cuddle up to me when I take a nap on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Listening to the Beatles (I'm currently playing &lt;em&gt;"Here Comes the Sun"&lt;/em&gt; as I type)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Playing games that take my mind off whatever it is I'm upset about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Getting down on my knees in prayer and telling God EXACTLY how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Having my favorite boy come over and make me laugh as I rest in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Having a good cry... or ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Venting to my best friend over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Wearing my sweat pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Putting on my favorite pair of shoes as I chill in my apartment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Christian Louboutin shoes just have a way of making me feel pretty) And yes- wearing sweat pants and 5 inch pumps are a sure way to make me feel happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Ice cream, smoothies, or any other yummy desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; And of course crappy TV shows that serve no purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;What do you do when you have a crappy day???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&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/2823173152452672942-6508202148456141780?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6508202148456141780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6508202148456141780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6508202148456141780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6508202148456141780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/whenever-i-have-bad-day-there-are-few.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TA76blDV7FI/AAAAAAAABVg/3CDPjS2x6MU/s72-c/20090314132946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-671203763822090613</id><published>2010-06-04T17:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:19:06.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Arizona- my enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TAmXR_Ki6aI/AAAAAAAABVI/GJ8R3PlO-y8/s1600/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479076756942154146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TAmXR_Ki6aI/AAAAAAAABVI/GJ8R3PlO-y8/s400/summer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its official- summer in Arizona has arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I almost cried when I saw my car temp read 105 degrees this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I suppose I should have expected summer to rear its ugly head eventually, after all it is June, but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think my body is ever prepared to bare the heat of hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So today I finally broke down, open my summer wardrobe, whipped out the shorts, gathered together all my "barely there" tanks, and loaded my freezer with yummy fruit pops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm ready to take on the heat- but make no mistake, I will be complaining about the heat from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now till August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*SIGH* Arizona sometimes you can be so cruel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-671203763822090613?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/671203763822090613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=671203763822090613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/671203763822090613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/671203763822090613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-in-arizona-my-enemy.html' title='Summer in Arizona- my enemy'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TAmXR_Ki6aI/AAAAAAAABVI/GJ8R3PlO-y8/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2976319015614672833</id><published>2010-06-03T16:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:51:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Pen and I are Soul Mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes life gets messy. Yes, believe it or not sometimes my humble little apartment looks as if an angry tornado has swiftly swept through it leaving nothing but a trail of dirty dishes and various articles of clothing strewn about. And while my mess bothers me on occasion- mostly I don't mind it. Whether its my car, my apartment, my closet, or my health... things just have a tendency to get a little messy in my neck of the woods. I like to think of myself as the real life "Pig-Pen" character from Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478695797260633410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TAg8zNwlRUI/AAAAAAAABVA/-g0ZgGyzCkU/s400/Pig-Pen.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I sometimes plead with the Lord to make me different- to change my habits, tendencies, quirks, and physical well being... but guess what? He seems to always reply with a resounding &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm starting to get the feeling God doesn't want to change me or my messy surroundings, but rather He desires for me to find peace within the mess. He wants me to find "Emily" amidst the chaos life throws my way. And He wants me to somehow  look beyond my circumstances and into His heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So to all my fellow "Pig Pen's" out there- together lets learn to love our messiness and find peace at our core.&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/2823173152452672942-2976319015614672833?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2976319015614672833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2976319015614672833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2976319015614672833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2976319015614672833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/pig-pen-and-i-are-soul-mates.html' title='Pig Pen and I are Soul Mates'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/TAg8zNwlRUI/AAAAAAAABVA/-g0ZgGyzCkU/s72-c/Pig-Pen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5093611071283770432</id><published>2010-06-02T20:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:48:27.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I cry everytime I hear this song... it simply melts my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCLoQnolBt4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCLoQnolBt4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-5093611071283770432?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5093611071283770432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5093611071283770432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5093611071283770432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5093611071283770432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cry-everytime-i-hear-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8103494334615843495</id><published>2010-05-17T19:47:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:34:27.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok its officially been too long since I've blogged- but I promise now that finals are over (Wahoo!!) I will be a much more attentive blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So much has happened in the last few weeks that its literally all spinning around in my head like one big jumbled mess... so instead of recapping everything thats happened, I'm simply going to tell you about the new and greatest love in my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472437449736858418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IA3cccKzI/AAAAAAAABUA/D6MvsHDcI3E/s400/Molly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472437452792347106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IA3n07OeI/AAAAAAAABUI/_1DfToQa2uo/s400/Molly2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't she BEAUTIFUL?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She was given to me as a birthday gift from my parents this last Saturday, and I couldn't have been more surprised. Now let me not give you any false impression that I actually know how to play her, but with my background of playing an acoustic guitar I've been able to fiddle around as I learn all the new switches, buttons, and knobs she comes with. Even more exciting is that I have a lesson coming up with a woman who's been playing the electric guitar for 15 years, and I'm hoping she'll be me new instructor. I probably shouldn't mention her name here on my blog, but here's a picture of her playing in her band...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472441159531528946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IEPYgagvI/AAAAAAAABUQ/kSKs2HkWo2w/s400/Corrie+Zazzera.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A woman rocking an electric guitar while performing barefoot- now thats a woman ater my own heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh and here are a few pictures of my Birthday morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(excuse the bed hair, glasses, and lack of make-up)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472442562048706306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IFhBSkRwI/AAAAAAAABU4/fL87phokaXs/s400/IMG_3404.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472442556412693474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IFgsS1i-I/AAAAAAAABUw/YSAtDhOlrZY/s400/IMG_3401.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472442551980653634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IFgbyJ_EI/AAAAAAAABUo/QjjMbP6TrgI/s400/IMG_3409.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472442543838913906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IFf9dA5XI/AAAAAAAABUg/BTNPfYZFObw/s400/IMG_3413.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472442531649518306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IFfQC1euI/AAAAAAAABUY/5B0Qhpar_Tk/s400/IMG_3415.jpeg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&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/2823173152452672942-8103494334615843495?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8103494334615843495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8103494334615843495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8103494334615843495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8103494334615843495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/05/lots-of-new.html' title='Lots of New'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S_IA3cccKzI/AAAAAAAABUA/D6MvsHDcI3E/s72-c/Molly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-94714914163977662</id><published>2010-04-29T07:11:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:43:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night a dear and adorable friend of mine shared a new music video with me, and we both agreed we want to be this girl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a3ae4fd20b7c000f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3ae4fd20b7c000f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA2F7F198F8FEE996BEECB052AB6015AF5A3C74A.A19C2882AFEFFB3EDFE624B847FC027263E8FDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3ae4fd20b7c000f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUqfaiwt41KPfIl-nwiDjvx6WZc0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3ae4fd20b7c000f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA2F7F198F8FEE996BEECB052AB6015AF5A3C74A.A19C2882AFEFFB3EDFE624B847FC027263E8FDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3ae4fd20b7c000f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUqfaiwt41KPfIl-nwiDjvx6WZc0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's so darn cute... its rather annoying to be honest.&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/2823173152452672942-94714914163977662?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/94714914163977662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=94714914163977662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/94714914163977662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/94714914163977662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-night-dear-and-adorable-friend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-29789696054227023</id><published>2010-04-28T18:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:52:37.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9jmQFBJIbI/AAAAAAAABSg/YVmStThitrY/s1600/studying.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465371311713362354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9jmQFBJIbI/AAAAAAAABSg/YVmStThitrY/s400/studying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its that time of year again.... finals time (yuck!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And while I should be busy studying various types of bacteria, viruses, and mixed cultures, my poor brain is begging me to stop. I keep day dreaming of sitting curled up in some cute coffee shop with a good book in one hand and a hot cup of black tea with steamed soy milk in the other. Although I love nursing, I swear my microbiology class is going to be the death of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Only two more weeks"... that's what I keep chanting over and over in my mind, but somehow it brings little comfort. Instead I've been finding subtle little ways to procrastinate- like blogging for example. But no matter how hard I try not to study or think about studying, the weight of my looming final exam simply won't dissipate. I guess I must suck it up and get it done....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wish me luck (I'm gonna need it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Forgive me if my blog posts are few and far between during these next two weeks. Once finals are over my normal blogging maddness shall resume.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-29789696054227023?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/29789696054227023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=29789696054227023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/29789696054227023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/29789696054227023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9jmQFBJIbI/AAAAAAAABSg/YVmStThitrY/s72-c/studying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-3016435888447165094</id><published>2010-04-27T14:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:02:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two years ago God unexpectedly reached into my life and changed my world. Among those changes was my future career path. You see, as I left home for college four years ago, I thought I had my life completely planned out. I was and always have been moved by the arts, and therefore it made perfect sense I would declare my major Interior Design. Growing up, I was always redecorating and rearranging my room to fit my current mood, and I couldn't wait to spend my life doing it for other people. Little did I know I would eventually change my major to nursing and follow in the footsteps of my mom and sister. And while my heart for nursing grows bigger everyday, my passion for design still burns deep inside. My humble little Arizona apartment has now become the canvas on which I paint. My home is filled with things that inspire me, colors that brighten my soul, warmth that emanates to all who enter, and a crazy ecclection of nic-knacks that each tell their own beautiful story. My apartment is much like me in that it is forever changing and morphing into something new- but it will always remain the place that makes me feel "at home" in the chaotic world I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of rooms that move and inspire me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9deLUaHOjI/AAAAAAAABSY/WWeiiCUpC8M/s1600/davidmeredith7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940221387192882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9deLUaHOjI/AAAAAAAABSY/WWeiiCUpC8M/s400/davidmeredith7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9deKqkSG7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/IdmbnkMNTC0/s1600/sayulitaDSC_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940210155559858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9deKqkSG7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/IdmbnkMNTC0/s400/sayulitaDSC_0413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9deKGcNBBI/AAAAAAAABSI/eozquSY-1pM/s1600/sayulitaDSC_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464940200457995282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9deKGcNBBI/AAAAAAAABSI/eozquSY-1pM/s400/sayulitaDSC_0412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddoCgcPVI/AAAAAAAABSA/lzu63ersgR0/s1600/b209158596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464939615286476114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddoCgcPVI/AAAAAAAABSA/lzu63ersgR0/s400/b209158596.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddnxEvu4I/AAAAAAAABR4/Bymcga_N-fY/s1600/105617740el1252366207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464939610606910338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddnxEvu4I/AAAAAAAABR4/Bymcga_N-fY/s400/105617740el1252366207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddnbzsbSI/AAAAAAAABRw/D5h4ipgLmrk/s1600/105617740bl1252366207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464939604898245922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddnbzsbSI/AAAAAAAABRw/D5h4ipgLmrk/s400/105617740bl1252366207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddm0kkVlI/AAAAAAAABRo/4R3FZQCtWhU/s1600/000058-R01-017%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464939594365818450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddm0kkVlI/AAAAAAAABRo/4R3FZQCtWhU/s400/000058-R01-017%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddmbNu0XI/AAAAAAAABRg/1ru7jAP0Qas/s1600/1_12_09_hunt_slonem12421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464939587559149938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9ddmbNu0XI/AAAAAAAABRg/1ru7jAP0Qas/s400/1_12_09_hunt_slonem12421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-3016435888447165094?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3016435888447165094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=3016435888447165094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3016435888447165094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3016435888447165094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-heart-design.html' title='I Heart Design'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9deLUaHOjI/AAAAAAAABSY/WWeiiCUpC8M/s72-c/davidmeredith7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-4590235349524744387</id><published>2010-04-25T07:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:32:57.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe its because of PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe its because I love food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe its because I'm a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe its because I find it comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe its because I'm addicted to sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or maybe- just maybe- its because they're  so very pretty to look at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What ever the reason may be, I LOVE pastries!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm craving them a crap load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaYVQeUQI/AAAAAAAABRY/OjdgeO2sPHs/s1600/pastries6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464091621976854786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaYVQeUQI/AAAAAAAABRY/OjdgeO2sPHs/s400/pastries6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaYD6MntI/AAAAAAAABRQ/KXcTC91NIwo/s1600/pastries5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464091617320017618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaYD6MntI/AAAAAAAABRQ/KXcTC91NIwo/s400/pastries5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaXYhZlgI/AAAAAAAABRI/JqqWZ3LVyWU/s1600/pastries4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464091605673285122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaXYhZlgI/AAAAAAAABRI/JqqWZ3LVyWU/s400/pastries4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaXGx8XHI/AAAAAAAABRA/pJ_zsV0A-9U/s1600/pastries3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464091600910834802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaXGx8XHI/AAAAAAAABRA/pJ_zsV0A-9U/s400/pastries3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaWs-VsJI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5rkzMOikLwg/s1600/pastries2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464091593983504530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaWs-VsJI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5rkzMOikLwg/s400/pastries2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-4590235349524744387?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4590235349524744387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=4590235349524744387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4590235349524744387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4590235349524744387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-its-because-of-pms.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9RaYVQeUQI/AAAAAAAABRY/OjdgeO2sPHs/s72-c/pastries6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-3924527667718214438</id><published>2010-04-24T11:22:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:28:14.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Well-behaved women seldom make history"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love this quote. I love it not because it gives women the freedom to behave badly, but rather because it encourages and empowers women to go against the grain. Joan of Arc, Ruth, Mother Teresa, Rosa Parks, and Emily Dickinson are just a few among thousands of women who dared to be different. They were women who embraced who they were, walked in full fledged confidence, and humbly refused to make apologies for the actions they took. I highly doubt they were well liked or popular in their time. Their works were criticized, their words trashed, their purpose misunderstood, and their vision unshared... but they stayed true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have we somehow lost sight of the fact that Jesus too was a radical who changed history? He loved the unlovely, extended grace to the sinners, broke all the rules, and spoke truth in the face of strong opposition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No- I dont want to be a "well-behaved" woman. I dont want to be afraid of others disapproval of me. I want to be authentic and true. I want be unashamed of the choices I make. I want to live, speak, and write what God puts on my heart. I want to encourage my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. I want to be used by God. I'm not looking to make history or gain popularity. I don't need praise or applause. When its all said and done- this quote says it all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The die has been cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I won't look&lt;br /&gt;back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.&lt;br /&gt;My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is in God's hands. I am&lt;br /&gt;finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, the bare minimum, smooth&lt;br /&gt;knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, frivolous living, selfish giving, and&lt;br /&gt;dwarfed goals.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, applause, or popularity. I&lt;br /&gt;don't have to be right, first, the best, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live&lt;br /&gt;by faith. I lean on Christ's presence. I love with patience, live by prayer, and labor with the&lt;br /&gt;power of God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;My face is set. My gait is fast, my goal is heaven. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my&lt;br /&gt;companions are few, my Guide is reliable, and my mission is clear.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I&lt;br /&gt;will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the&lt;br /&gt;table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t give up, shut up, let up or slow up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid&lt;br /&gt;up, and spoken up for the cause of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go till He comes, give until I drop, speak out until all know,&lt;br /&gt;and work until He stops me.&lt;br /&gt;And when He returns for His own, He will have no difficulty recognizing me. My banner is&lt;br /&gt;clear: I am a part of the Fellowship of the Unashamed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Anonymous African Pastor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No,&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a well behaved woman... are you?&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/2823173152452672942-3924527667718214438?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3924527667718214438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=3924527667718214438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3924527667718214438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3924527667718214438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-behaved-women-seldom-make-history.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7984359346062092570</id><published>2010-04-24T07:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:01:13.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; A few gorgeous home libraries to drool over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its a little piece of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHWM78caI/AAAAAAAABQw/ZCIWKQoqkS4/s1600/0415skonahem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463718850941710754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHWM78caI/AAAAAAAABQw/ZCIWKQoqkS4/s400/0415skonahem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHVi9-bPI/AAAAAAAABQo/ll3Azpvcyiw/s1600/0415sivkraft-se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463718839675940082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHVi9-bPI/AAAAAAAABQo/ll3Azpvcyiw/s400/0415sivkraft-se.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHVe2maaI/AAAAAAAABQg/izzxGTzhI34/s1600/0415johnbarman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463718838571264418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHVe2maaI/AAAAAAAABQg/izzxGTzhI34/s400/0415johnbarman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHVHrhzoI/AAAAAAAABQY/n0OCAr1OOdM/s1600/0415ericstaudenmaier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463718832350809730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHVHrhzoI/AAAAAAAABQY/n0OCAr1OOdM/s400/0415ericstaudenmaier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHUbEac3I/AAAAAAAABQQ/ISZxD8vfhb8/s1600/0415art-dept-lili_abir_regen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463718820375589746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHUbEac3I/AAAAAAAABQQ/ISZxD8vfhb8/s400/0415art-dept-lili_abir_regen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-7984359346062092570?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7984359346062092570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7984359346062092570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7984359346062092570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7984359346062092570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-gorgeous-home-libraries-to-drool.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9MHWM78caI/AAAAAAAABQw/ZCIWKQoqkS4/s72-c/0415skonahem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5180639564008795949</id><published>2010-04-23T15:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:27:50.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Countdown Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok so I may seem a little crazy... a bit obsessed... and totally weird... but I dont care. I've officially started the countdown to seeing Joan Jett in concert on July 4th!!! And in spirit of the countdown, I've decided to show various videos of her live performances on my blog every so often. This first video is of her performing one of my favorite of her newer songs called "Naked" (I'm including the lyrics below as well- read along if you can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v202274753&amp;amp;vid=3956743&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/202274753%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=v202274753&amp;vid=3956743&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/202274753%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/3956743/v202274753"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Naked: Nissan Live Sets On Yahoo! Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Built a house of cards around your heart&lt;br /&gt;Show yourself to no one&lt;br /&gt;Wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think you'd tear it all apart&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know you had the nerve for that&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of trouble that I've cherished&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of truth that I let perish&lt;br /&gt;Every little bit of me is naked&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and wonder why it's dark&lt;br /&gt;Built a house of cards around your heart&lt;br /&gt;Act surprised when you keep fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;Something about you is like a spark&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think you'd tear it all apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you burn all other life down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of time that I have wasted&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of truth I never tasted&lt;br /&gt;Every little bit of me is naked&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of trouble that I've cherished&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of truth that I let perish&lt;br /&gt;Every little bit of me is naked&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;br /&gt;Naked now&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Naked now&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I am naked now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-5180639564008795949?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5180639564008795949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5180639564008795949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5180639564008795949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5180639564008795949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-countdown-begin.html' title='Let the Countdown Begin!'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-4823996354334666320</id><published>2010-04-23T13:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:27:39.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day began as any ordinary day would-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eat breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drink my much needed cup of coffee (sometimes tea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And skedaddle my butt off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most days I roll into work with nothing more than yoga pants, an old t-shirt covered in dog hair, and zero make-up. I figure the kids could care less about how I look so why should I?? And with all the running around, bending over, sitting in chairs much too small, and lifting kids up onto changing tables or in and out of car seats- it's simply not convenient to do such tasks in tight jeans, heals, and a frilly top. Besides, I typically consider myself lucky if I make it through a day without getting snot, food, juice, or pee somewhere on me. Lets get real, being a nanny is a messy job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But today I decided I would actually make an effort to look somewhat presentable. And so I threw on my favorite pair of jeans, a funky printed T, a trendy little jacket, and ballet flats. I felt totally put together for once in my life- and with a little extra bounce in my step I left the house to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day was busy as I ran errands, dropped off the eldest at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school, and entertained the baby most of the morning. I thought it was strange that my jeans kept feeling like they were on funny, and so for hours I kept twisting and pulling, adjusting and re-adjusting, until I sat down and crossed my legs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; style.... it was then I noticed it..... a giant- and I mean GIANT- hole in the crotch of my favorite jeans!!! Not only was I bummed my best pair of jeans had a hole, I was beyond embarrassed that I had obliviously spent the entire morning walking around town with a massive split down my pants!!! Holy cow!! Who doesn't notice that kind of thing?!?! &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; who!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes I wish my life were more normal than this.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but lets face it, I'll never be "normal"- its time I embrace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-4823996354334666320?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4823996354334666320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=4823996354334666320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4823996354334666320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4823996354334666320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-so-normal.html' title='Not So Normal'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2180434895015921315</id><published>2010-04-14T09:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:27:40.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I know what your thinking- I'm guilty of serious blog neglect. I think its been over a week since my last post, and boy does time fly by when your busy! As a matter of fact, I'm just about to head off to work and then class, but I figured I should write a quick post letting you guys know I'm still alive. I'll try and stay committed to posting on a more regular basis, but unfortunately its finals time and my schedule is crazy busy so please forgive me if I appear to be lacking in the posting department. As soon as mid May hits, I'll be a free from school- which means lot of time to blog. So until then- I leave you with a video of my latest favorite song.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yA3w6p96Ff8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yA3w6p96Ff8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2180434895015921315?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2180434895015921315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2180434895015921315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2180434895015921315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2180434895015921315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-i-know-what-your-thinking-im-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5403635642788135596</id><published>2010-04-06T09:44:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:59:25.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In honor of the release of Zooey Deschanel's new album  (band name= She and Him), I'm including some adorable pictures of Zooey- who I think has super cute style- and a video of her latest song "In the Sun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlr7lvWnI/AAAAAAAABQA/iGEGymgCJwc/s1600/tumblr_kzvo06VQcJ1qzu00so1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067178894252658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlr7lvWnI/AAAAAAAABQA/iGEGymgCJwc/s400/tumblr_kzvo06VQcJ1qzu00so1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlrkDvxJI/AAAAAAAABP4/cyZfnySLKAM/s1600/tumblr_kwausaglhU1qzcso1o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067172577658002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlrkDvxJI/AAAAAAAABP4/cyZfnySLKAM/s400/tumblr_kwausaglhU1qzcso1o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlrOZtyGI/AAAAAAAABPw/lu6gb5snAc0/s1600/she-and-him_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067166764222562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlrOZtyGI/AAAAAAAABPw/lu6gb5snAc0/s400/she-and-him_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlq6palNI/AAAAAAAABPo/v2MRkEZe9WU/s1600/bici_bike_contraluz_diversion_dress_face-651403180802c89d546bbc844451ef3e_h_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067161461363922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlq6palNI/AAAAAAAABPo/v2MRkEZe9WU/s400/bici_bike_contraluz_diversion_dress_face-651403180802c89d546bbc844451ef3e_h_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlqYo2JOI/AAAAAAAABPg/3btZ2qaXapE/s1600/4317556891_e929a4e356_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457067152332170466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlqYo2JOI/AAAAAAAABPg/3btZ2qaXapE/s400/4317556891_e929a4e356_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9387462&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9387462&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9387462"&gt;She &amp;amp; Him - In The Sun&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/mergerecords"&gt;Merge Records&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&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/2823173152452672942-5403635642788135596?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5403635642788135596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5403635642788135596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5403635642788135596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5403635642788135596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-honor-of-release-of-zooey-deschanels.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S7tlr7lvWnI/AAAAAAAABQA/iGEGymgCJwc/s72-c/tumblr_kzvo06VQcJ1qzu00so1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8577744500969738964</id><published>2010-04-01T09:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:17:29.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music is like breathing- I simply can't imagine my life without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may never become a rockin' guitar player, but regardless I live to feel the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's near impossible for me to say I have a "favorite" artist. In my mind each and every artist is talented and extraordinary in their own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few clips of two guitar playing women who inspire me to continue my own musical journey. Their talent is simply amazing.... prepare to be blown away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orianthi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKHthNMoMzA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKHthNMoMzA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet Robin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Q9ABJsekok&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Q9ABJsekok&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-8577744500969738964?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8577744500969738964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8577744500969738964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8577744500969738964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8577744500969738964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/04/music-is-like-breathing-i-simply-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6329566565406344997</id><published>2010-03-31T08:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:43:28.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Pick Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Here's a little mid-week music boost to lift your spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;/strong&gt; (no not the play) was a classic 1970's "glam" rock n' roll band who first became famous in Canada before coming to the US and exploding onto the glam rock scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is my favorite song of theirs entitled "Roxy Roller".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a1bbd22097dee206" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1bbd22097dee206%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3398386690F6A56CA5195D305497464C4E01A323.57A60CC27A96989409C820DB9BD29B43F2D7A363%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1bbd22097dee206%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaTaJ-aTMOjClb9GNdQmRVF3Ql2E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1bbd22097dee206%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3398386690F6A56CA5195D305497464C4E01A323.57A60CC27A96989409C820DB9BD29B43F2D7A363%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1bbd22097dee206%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaTaJ-aTMOjClb9GNdQmRVF3Ql2E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-6329566565406344997?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6329566565406344997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6329566565406344997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6329566565406344997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6329566565406344997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/musical-pick-me-up.html' title='Musical Pick Me Up'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1762116637422556450</id><published>2010-03-28T16:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:29:33.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I found a new artist I'm simply crazy about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her name is &lt;a href="http://blog.charmaineolivia.com/"&gt;Charmaine Olivia &lt;/a&gt;and her work is totally feminine, beautiful, and intriguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Charmaine is a native Southern California girl who grew up in Encinitas (my old stomping grounds) and currently resides in San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her blog profile description reads-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Drawer, painter, tea-drinker, bare-footed, San Franciscan artist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6_j8QBitVI/AAAAAAAABPY/ucG820bdmZc/s1600/Charmaine3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453828298002052434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6_j8QBitVI/AAAAAAAABPY/ucG820bdmZc/s400/Charmaine3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6_j8DxgpeI/AAAAAAAABPQ/_C111jHn9qM/s1600/Charmaine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453828294713583074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6_j8DxgpeI/AAAAAAAABPQ/_C111jHn9qM/s400/Charmaine2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6_j79Sj1TI/AAAAAAAABPI/FLhWUvC0cLE/s1600/Charmaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453828292973155634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6_j79Sj1TI/AAAAAAAABPI/FLhWUvC0cLE/s400/Charmaine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1762116637422556450?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1762116637422556450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1762116637422556450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1762116637422556450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1762116637422556450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-new-artist-im-simply-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6_j8QBitVI/AAAAAAAABPY/ucG820bdmZc/s72-c/Charmaine3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5850420690537998067</id><published>2010-03-27T08:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:09:05.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Morning!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S64e0HZ4czI/AAAAAAAABPA/n7vJDX9Psfg/s1600/good+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453330079481885490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S64e0HZ4czI/AAAAAAAABPA/n7vJDX9Psfg/s400/good+morning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  The sun is shinning, the breeze is blowing, and the smell of spring fills the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What a beautiful Saturday we have on our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lets enjoy this day God's given us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't wait to see what this magical Saturday will hold.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-5850420690537998067?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5850420690537998067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5850420690537998067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5850420690537998067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5850420690537998067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-morning-sun-is-shinning-breeze-is.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S64e0HZ4czI/AAAAAAAABPA/n7vJDX9Psfg/s72-c/good+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1634553669228453060</id><published>2010-03-26T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:41:29.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; A Few Favorite Things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meandering the isles of Costco and sampling yummy little treats at every sample table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Singing in my car with the windows rolled down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watching Tirzah (my pup) do speedy and frantic laps around my apartment after she gets a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Worshiping with my shoes off so my feet can feel the ground beneath me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wearing yoga pants and my worn men's Hanes t-shirt around the apartment while I clean (AKA read, watch tv, and download new music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eating hummus- creamy, delicious, melt in your mouth hummus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The feeling of inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Getting random notes of encouragement from family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My rough and callused fingers from playing guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH! Why my guitar of course! Its pretty, its old, and best of all- it was my dad's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rice milk- its my latest and greatest beverage obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Honey facial masks... especially when it drips and a little drop of honey falls into my mouth. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And finally, reading and writing poetry. It somehow makes my world feel more beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With all the hustle and bustle of this busy frantic life, it can be hard to remember the things that bring you joy- I encourage you to make a list. And please feel free to share it with me!! I'd love to know what brings you happiness.&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/2823173152452672942-1634553669228453060?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1634553669228453060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1634553669228453060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1634553669228453060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1634553669228453060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/few-favorite-things.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8361462068531206423</id><published>2010-03-23T07:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:17:55.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempting Teal Tuesday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love the color &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;teal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; so here are a few items I found deliciously tempting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451839999799422738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6jTmEBPbxI/AAAAAAAABOI/v1UxbKbXWEI/s400/587653c6f1991ebfb881acfe6d16ecc7763c0e00_m_large_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nail polish in any color is fun, but teal just screams summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451840011315872354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6jTmu6-gmI/AAAAAAAABOQ/aq55QraD8bs/s400/20080504143448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have the guts to pull off teal hair, but if I were this girl- I'd totally rock it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451840021587900098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6jTnVMBNsI/AAAAAAAABOg/rN12vhCoRTw/s400/20090522212955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everything about this room makes me drool!! Isn't it beautifully inspiring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451840013194950738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6jTm16--FI/AAAAAAAABOY/K_CwNmCPJlU/s400/20090117005552.jpg" /&gt; The Indian fabric worn here is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;epitome&lt;/span&gt; of teal perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451840484887147634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6jUCTHKtHI/AAAAAAAABOw/yOevNpat8u4/s400/il_430xN_97922690_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can't have too many rings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451840492983148082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6jUCxRZ3jI/AAAAAAAABO4/WVtwf6to6SU/s400/CXAD3_1_large.jpg" /&gt;This bathing suit puts me in the mood for summer! I love the retro feel of it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-8361462068531206423?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8361462068531206423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8361462068531206423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8361462068531206423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8361462068531206423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/tempting-teal-tuesday-i-love-color-teal.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6jTmEBPbxI/AAAAAAAABOI/v1UxbKbXWEI/s72-c/587653c6f1991ebfb881acfe6d16ecc7763c0e00_m_large_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-4466079502064945468</id><published>2010-03-22T20:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:41:58.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not Me Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A good dose of denial does the body good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; spend my entire morning at the doctors office finding out my splotchy, red, bumpy and itchy face is due to a yucky skin disorder I have called Perioral Dermatitis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I then did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; spend hours on end arguing back and forth with the Walgreens pharmacist who refused to fill a simple prescription. And I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; literally consider reaching over the counter and strangling him with my bare hands until he handed over the drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; spend my afternoon lounging in sweat pants, a Flogging Molly t-shirt, my hair in a pony, with smelly face cream on my face while watching Kirstie Alley's new reality TV show "My Big Life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; convince myself that eating almond butter right out of the jar was totally normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; go spend money I dont have on the new Joan Jett movie "The Runaways" this weekend simply because I'm obsessed with Joan and her kick butt guitar skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; get caught in the car singing on the top of my lungs to Janis Joplin's "Me and Bobby McGee" by the creepy old man who pulled up next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; finally finish my box of frozen organic chocolate oreos that I swore I would save for when my niece and nephew came over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And finally, I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; leave the house wearing jeans that were so stretched out it looked like I was carrying a load in my pants simply because I was too lazy to do laundry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**What did you &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; do today??**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-4466079502064945468?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4466079502064945468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=4466079502064945468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4466079502064945468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4466079502064945468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-me-monday_22.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-493920871155403933</id><published>2010-03-22T11:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:41:18.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's absolutely no reason for why I feel such a deep love for this day- but if God has put it on my heart to simply sit back and breathe in the life around me, then gosh darn it I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gone is my compulsion to incessantly change myself and my surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am content with today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bring it on world.... I'm ready for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451529733375109266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6e5aLhNqJI/AAAAAAAABOA/kjYwI0DRHl8/s400/let+it+ne.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I am &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; in love with this tattoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time for another one perhaps??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-493920871155403933?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/493920871155403933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=493920871155403933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/493920871155403933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/493920871155403933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6e5aLhNqJI/AAAAAAAABOA/kjYwI0DRHl8/s72-c/let+it+ne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5924122591424028263</id><published>2010-03-21T10:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:42:29.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; This quote struck me like a bolt of lightening....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ~Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all have our own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demons&lt;/span&gt; we fight- lets be understanding and supportive of others as we continue to battle in this broken world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-5924122591424028263?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5924122591424028263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5924122591424028263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5924122591424028263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5924122591424028263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1309171207806225399</id><published>2010-03-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:56:40.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6ZPjjct7HI/AAAAAAAABNw/cigWtfjUmDw/s1600-h/3904746135_34636f578b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451131871208270962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6ZPjjct7HI/AAAAAAAABNw/cigWtfjUmDw/s400/3904746135_34636f578b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .... just cuz sometimes its hard to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1309171207806225399?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1309171207806225399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1309171207806225399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1309171207806225399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1309171207806225399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6ZPjjct7HI/AAAAAAAABNw/cigWtfjUmDw/s72-c/3904746135_34636f578b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2156173372783924991</id><published>2010-03-20T15:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:23:30.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and Guitars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They inspire me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKzE8IH-I/AAAAAAAABNo/BTWMGh-1V5E/s1600-h/tumblr_kvozk17NvI1qa22gto1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450845165361569762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKzE8IH-I/AAAAAAAABNo/BTWMGh-1V5E/s400/tumblr_kvozk17NvI1qa22gto1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKyVduoUI/AAAAAAAABNg/eXnnNuH-0aM/s1600-h/tumblr_kunxiz9NFE1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450845152617603394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKyVduoUI/AAAAAAAABNg/eXnnNuH-0aM/s400/tumblr_kunxiz9NFE1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKx4j07UI/AAAAAAAABNY/TC150Plnai0/s1600-h/noel-2_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450845144858553666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKx4j07UI/AAAAAAAABNY/TC150Plnai0/s400/noel-2_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKxC0OyyI/AAAAAAAABNQ/hC8SWaE2mfQ/s1600-h/EsHu0gEzMitse0fzPgPfe2XCo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKw8C7dvI/AAAAAAAABNI/DbnK7XVvArE/s1600-h/20090412083630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450845128614442738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKw8C7dvI/AAAAAAAABNI/DbnK7XVvArE/s400/20090412083630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKe98H-dI/AAAAAAAABNA/9M1zgh42Ro4/s1600-h/20090409111321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450844819885128146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKe98H-dI/AAAAAAAABNA/9M1zgh42Ro4/s400/20090409111321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKeeYK_GI/AAAAAAAABM4/C3JY9VWzu3Y/s1600-h/20090322104420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450844811412831330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKeeYK_GI/AAAAAAAABM4/C3JY9VWzu3Y/s400/20090322104420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKeKmfvWI/AAAAAAAABMw/3u3g2HLwb3U/s1600-h/1268517363838_f_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450844806104202594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKeKmfvWI/AAAAAAAABMw/3u3g2HLwb3U/s400/1268517363838_f_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKd9gklJI/AAAAAAAABMo/zKNpjs28Kgo/s1600-h/4117044278_4500245c56_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450844802589693074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKd9gklJI/AAAAAAAABMo/zKNpjs28Kgo/s400/4117044278_4500245c56_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKdazHAZI/AAAAAAAABMg/QvfJl-nm6Zs/s1600-h/2mevkn8_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450844793272205714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKdazHAZI/AAAAAAAABMg/QvfJl-nm6Zs/s400/2mevkn8_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2156173372783924991?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2156173372783924991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2156173372783924991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2156173372783924991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2156173372783924991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-and-guitars.html' title='Girls and Guitars'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6VKzE8IH-I/AAAAAAAABNo/BTWMGh-1V5E/s72-c/tumblr_kvozk17NvI1qa22gto1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1473147283493551753</id><published>2010-03-18T22:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:11:46.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I've been inspired, and so I must share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As you know, my love for literature runs deep. And while I'm most passionate about classic literature, I also refuse to put myself in a box. After all, what makes one book "classic" and another just "regular".  The concept is nonsense if you ask me. I desire to love and embrace all literature. I want to learn, grow, and challenge myself through the written word. And so my journey begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A friend of mine, and now a fellow blogger as well, recently wrote a post about a piece of literature she read- one in which I'm sure you've all heard of before, entitled "Eat, Pray, Love". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok I know what your thinking- that is NOT a Christian book. And your right, its not. But for months now I have continually been intrigued by the title and the pages beneath the cover. It wasn't until I read my friend's blog that I decided I needed to read it for myself. I'm excited about this journey, but mostly I'm excited to challenge and make stronger my own spiritual beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So here I go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I'd also like to leave you with the link to my friends blog post so you can read her beautifully written thoughts regarding this fascinating book.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaitlinmarieking.blogspot.com/2010/03/eat-pray-love.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Thanks KK for the inspiration!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1473147283493551753?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1473147283493551753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1473147283493551753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1473147283493551753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1473147283493551753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-book.html' title='A New Book'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6181718695747759616</id><published>2010-03-18T17:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:06:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6LLhguP9ZI/AAAAAAAABMY/Nz8PM2INDvk/s1600-h/boniver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450142275651761554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6LLhguP9ZI/AAAAAAAABMY/Nz8PM2INDvk/s400/boniver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've officially decided I love the band &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Iver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have to be in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; frame of mind to listen to their songs, but when I feel a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of inner contemplation coming on, I can't hit the play button fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not sure I can explain what it is their music does to my soul- but it's as if their melodies have a way of untangling my thoughts and allowing me to think clearly. I can almost breathe it in like I would fresh clean ocean air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know what your probably thinking.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Oh great here comes another video she's going to upload of a band she wants me to hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nope- not today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I'm going to let you make the choice to explore the world of music if you so desire. I encourage you to surf the web, find new artists, get inspired, and learn to tap into the sounds that move your spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What a wonderful God we have to create for us something as beautiful as music. Secular or not- God's fingerprints can be found on every note played. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So listen to a song and simply let it be. Let it exist and linger on without judgement or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resistance&lt;/span&gt;. Let yourself feel whatever emotion is conjured up. And remember to always listen to what it is &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; like- not what other people tell you to like. At the end of the day its far better to be yourself than be a fraud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've learned this lesson the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-6181718695747759616?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6181718695747759616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6181718695747759616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6181718695747759616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6181718695747759616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-officially-decided-i-love-band-bon.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6LLhguP9ZI/AAAAAAAABMY/Nz8PM2INDvk/s72-c/boniver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6827966562996567635</id><published>2010-03-17T12:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:18:11.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patricks Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Wow is it really already St. Patricks Day?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Crazy how the time seems to fly by these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Although I may not look Irish (those darn Italian genes are just so freakin' strong!), I am proud to say I do have quite a bit of Irishness in me thanks to my green eyed, freckly, Irish mother of mine. So to all who celebrate this holiday- which I honestly still dont know what exactly it is we're celebrating- Happy St. Patty's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And dont forget to wear green and drink lots of beer..... &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt; it is a great holiday indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In spirit of St. Patricks Day, I'm including in this post some of my current favorite &lt;strong&gt;GREEN&lt;/strong&gt; things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449693098281671314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6Ey_8n6GpI/AAAAAAAABLo/TK-b90nn6ZI/s400/tumblr_kpialraGDM1qzz4c2o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Loving the green nail polish- its strikingly unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449693102333267426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6EzALt4jeI/AAAAAAAABLw/QyyhMLTbW1s/s400/helena-maratheftis-st-patricks-day-4_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I never start my morning without my cup of hot green tea. Delicious and good for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449693106396026210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6EzAa2hVWI/AAAAAAAABL4/rwHMGIr3ONw/s400/tumblr_kz9u9cHfnq1qb947eo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Although I almost never wear heals anymore, the girly side of me still lusts over a good pair of Christian Louboutin pumps... and this is quite simply a perfect shade of green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449693115942619170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6EzA-amyCI/AAAAAAAABMA/IMkdQVO3bAg/s400/4426545444_41952b6a24_o_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hello&lt;/em&gt;- cant get much better than green colored cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449693119596891986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6EzBMB2j1I/AAAAAAAABMI/0mdXAXHZ-QY/s400/tumblr_ky6z0xmHUH1qavqryo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Call me strange but I'm in love with this green gypsy caravan. I would totally live there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449693243945242802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6EzIbQz0LI/AAAAAAAABMQ/YkMtp97_Wk0/s400/3647616581_302e7c9224_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; This abandoned ferris wheel takes my breath away every time I see it. Its definitely quite magical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh and How could I forget?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;St. Patricks Day wouldn't be complete without a little Irish music. Here is a clip of one of my many favorite bands, &lt;strong&gt;Flogging Molly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was privileged enough to see them in concert last summer, and yes- the concert and audience was just as crazy and lively as in this video....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8646302b28c79277" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8646302b28c79277%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68A67206E6826633E48B8B5280654DE9386B6D48.6C82C651470C1391AA8835439832A0E5BF293917%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8646302b28c79277%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWF1Tlbf8ySPGonCbp4qsUdK68iM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8646302b28c79277%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68A67206E6826633E48B8B5280654DE9386B6D48.6C82C651470C1391AA8835439832A0E5BF293917%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8646302b28c79277%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWF1Tlbf8ySPGonCbp4qsUdK68iM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-6827966562996567635?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6827966562996567635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6827966562996567635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6827966562996567635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6827966562996567635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patricks Day!'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6Ey_8n6GpI/AAAAAAAABLo/TK-b90nn6ZI/s72-c/tumblr_kpialraGDM1qzz4c2o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5926704632199369956</id><published>2010-03-17T05:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:22:42.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Artist of the Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jenny Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449586607409883202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6DSJXNkaEI/AAAAAAAABLg/yc_pN8RM7DY/s400/jenny-lewis4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;While I'll admit that my musical mood continues to remain in the Janis Joplin realm, you'll be happy to hear I've branched out and recently discovered a new artist I wanted to share with everyone. Her name is Jenny Lewis and everything about this girl- from her look, her sound, her guitar skills, and her moving performances- makes me want to live the life she leads. Jenny is both a solo artist as well as the lead vocalist and guitar player in the indie band Rilo Kiley. Previously a child actor, Jenny has been known to wear many hats in the industry, but perhaps her greatest is that of singer/songwriter. Her seductively mesmerizing and feminine vocals have captivated audiences world wide, while her often movingly honest lyrics make you feel as if she is bearing her soul to only you.&lt;br /&gt;Here are two clips- one is a live performance of her hit single "Acid Tongue", while the second one is of her band Rilo Kiley singing "With Arms Outstretched".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So sit back and let Jenny's melodic sounds flow over you......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b15fe6d2992c4489" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5926704632199369956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5926704632199369956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5926704632199369956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/artist-of-week-jenny-lewis-while-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S6DSJXNkaEI/AAAAAAAABLg/yc_pN8RM7DY/s72-c/jenny-lewis4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8396365339171787045</id><published>2010-03-16T12:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:46:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry Is My Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5_etsiCnwI/AAAAAAAABLY/wiWljh_M9HY/s1600-h/curry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449318950771007234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5_etsiCnwI/AAAAAAAABLY/wiWljh_M9HY/s400/curry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remind me to never again eat anything made with curry sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night as I searched my fridge and cupboards for something edible to eat for dinner- I stumbled across what looked like a yummy jar of curry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt; I had totally forgotten about. I tried looking for the expiration date, but after failing to find one I figured if it smelled fine chances are it was still good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad assumption!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My entire night and whole morning have been filled with nothing but food poisoning hell. My poor stomach feels like its being ripped outta me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its official- I now have an intense aversion to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; made with curry- yuck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can say is thank goodness its spring break and I can lounge on the couch feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;barfy&lt;/span&gt; all day if I need to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But on the bright side, day time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; is quite fascinating and totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt; to make fun of.  And &lt;em&gt;hello- &lt;/em&gt;why oh why is the Jerry Springer show still on television?!? It should be made illegal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-8396365339171787045?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8396365339171787045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8396365339171787045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8396365339171787045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8396365339171787045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/curry-is-my-enemy.html' title='Curry Is My Enemy'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5_etsiCnwI/AAAAAAAABLY/wiWljh_M9HY/s72-c/curry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2357931588616139047</id><published>2010-03-15T09:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:44:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since I'm on spring break and essentially have nothing to do and no where specific to be (thank the lord!) I thought it'd be the perfect time to bring back some of my old blog post favorites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which can only mean one thing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its time for.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not Me Monday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;wake up at 2am this morning and wander into my kitchen for a midnight snack of frozen organic chocolate Oreo cookies- and I do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; insist on using the word "organic" to make myself feel better when talking about my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cookie splurges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; scream out loud at my guitar this morning when attempting to play Angel from Montgomery for the millionth time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; considering going to see a movie alone this afternoon in order to check off another item from my "To Do Before I Die List"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; currently have a fridge full of nothingness due to my laziness when it comes to grocery shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; currently reading 3 different books at once because of my inability to choose just one and stick with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; impatient and literally start tapping my foot at the old man in front of me at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts who insisted on ordering coffee for what seemed like an entire army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And last but not least, I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; looking forward to watching Real Housewives of New York as the highlight of my week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2357931588616139047?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2357931588616139047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2357931588616139047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2357931588616139047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2357931588616139047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8140360276165956563</id><published>2010-03-13T20:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:45:38.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's Saturday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what a glorious Saturday it was. I managed to fill my day with nothing but friends, literature, music, and movies until my heart was content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started off the morning by attending a poetry club at an adorable coffee shop in downtown Phoenix called "Hob Nobs" (and yes it is now officially my new favorite place to hang out!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448336198474401058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5xg5-74BSI/AAAAAAAABLI/LdK-vwve8PQ/s400/hob+nobs+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448336193305650450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5xg5rrjJRI/AAAAAAAABLA/oWk0FH8CXg4/s400/hob+nobs+1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Any coffee shop that resembles an eclectic living room, contains walls covered in local art, has killer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt; tea lattes, and live music every Friday and Saturday night, is considered a little slice of heaven in my book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After Hob Nobs, Kalie and I ventured into our favorite used book store where we picked up an arm full of books to purchase and wept over all the ones we had to leave behind. I walked away with three fabulous finds, including- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. A beautiful old hard cover version of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wuthering&lt;/span&gt; Heights by Emily Bronte. To top it off, this specific copy is of Emily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bronte's&lt;/span&gt; unedited original version.... I couldn't contain my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; when I laid eyes on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. An even older hard cover version of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, which includes two alternate endings Dickens originally wrote before deciding upon the ending he would eventually publish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. And finally, a copy of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dubliners&lt;/span&gt; by James Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But before I left the store, something in the corner caught my eye, and behold it was love at first sight! &lt;em&gt;What was it you ask???&lt;/em&gt; Only the single handed greatest collection of music to ever exist-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; right I'm talking about the incredible 25 year anniversary box set of Woodstock 69'. Not only does it include a book of pictures from the epic concert, but it also contains four discs of every live song played at Woodstock, &lt;em&gt;plus&lt;/em&gt; a disc of previously unreleased material!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!!! I almost cried. And to top it off I only paid $20 when it retails for approximately $130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448344417031524450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5xoYXclkGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/x5VjNda66Xg/s400/woodstock+box.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the only picture I could find of the outside of the box- it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; do it justice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After my adventures at the used book store, Kalie and I settled into our comfy clothes and watched a few movies while lounging on my couch. It was a glorious day indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-8140360276165956563?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8140360276165956563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8140360276165956563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8140360276165956563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8140360276165956563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/magical-saturday.html' title='Magical Saturday'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5xg5-74BSI/AAAAAAAABLI/LdK-vwve8PQ/s72-c/hob+nobs+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2634355956695203301</id><published>2010-03-12T07:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:40:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait what?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;what??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK YOU SAY!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right, Spring Break is officially here, and I for one am stoked to have 9 whole days off of school and work! I have absolutely no idea what I will do with my time, but I have a sneaking suspicion most of it will be spent reading, playing guitar, hanging with girlfriends, and sleeping. And to kick start this glorious break, I'm spending today with a few very special people-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~At 11:00 my lovely mentor is coming over for a cup of tea and some catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~At 3:00 my fellow guitar playing and music loving friend is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt; over for a little jam session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~And this evening my girlfriend Kalie and I are going to have a much needed all girls night sleep over at my apartment- wine, movies, music, and laughter all included!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so very blessed to have such great friends in my life- all of whom consistently inspire me and challenge me on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I almost forgot- here's a special little shout out of thanks to my mom who for no reason at all, bought and shipped me my dream pair of rain boots I had been lusting over for weeks now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't they incredible?!? I'm totally in love.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447757008459936738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5pSIr_mM-I/AAAAAAAABK4/1xUCyFL8ySI/s400/rain+boots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2634355956695203301?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2634355956695203301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2634355956695203301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2634355956695203301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2634355956695203301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5pSIr_mM-I/AAAAAAAABK4/1xUCyFL8ySI/s72-c/rain+boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7853437644672480468</id><published>2010-03-10T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:14:40.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5fS-ON0D7I/AAAAAAAABKw/Pp0dT6phfGs/s1600-h/melody+maker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447054240737660850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5fS-ON0D7I/AAAAAAAABKw/Pp0dT6phfGs/s400/melody+maker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Can you say "guitar lust"?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love this guitar so much it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One day I'll own the Gibson Melody Maker- but for now, baby steps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-7853437644672480468?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7853437644672480468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7853437644672480468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7853437644672480468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7853437644672480468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-say-guitar-lust-i-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5fS-ON0D7I/AAAAAAAABKw/Pp0dT6phfGs/s72-c/melody+maker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8553403963053566360</id><published>2010-03-09T15:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:31:17.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect... I hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I'll admit it, I'm currently a bit obsessed with learning how to play the guitar- after all I do have somewhat overly ambitious goals in mind (but I'll keep those to myself for the time being). Playing guitar is like a roller &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coaster&lt;/span&gt;- there are multiple highs and lows to contend with on a daily basis. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; I love it and could practice for hours on end, yet some days I hate how much my fingers hurt from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incessant&lt;/span&gt; chord changes that don't seem to improve. But despite it all, I'm absolutely in love with my guitar, and so I press on.  I try to remind myself that even Joan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt;, my female guitar rocking idol, was self taught and eventually improved with practice. Today I stumbled upon a quote of Joan's and it was just the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; I needed, so I've decided to share it with you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Work through your calluses. Practice to your favorite records. Find some friends to play with just for fun. Practice, practice, practice! Even if its just mindless strumming, I do that all the time. Just keep your hands working!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll get it- someday I'll get... just you wait and see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-8553403963053566360?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8553403963053566360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8553403963053566360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8553403963053566360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8553403963053566360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/practice-makes-perfect-i-hope.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect... I hope'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2339789722748849604</id><published>2010-03-07T13:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:09:53.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's raining here in Arizona today, so I've decided to take this opportunity to mess around on my guitar and let the creative juices flow.... but then I got frustrated and needed a break so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I checked my email- boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I flipped on the TV- super boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I drank some home made hot coco- yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I stood in the middle of my living room admiring the eclectic home I live in- it made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pulled open all my blinds to watch the down pour of rain- beautiful... for like 5 minuets, then I got bored again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dug through all my old jewelry and put on 4 bracelets, 5 rings, and two different earrings- so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got hungry so I ate hummus and fresh veggies- surprisingly unsatisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I turned on a little Cat Stevens and got the urge to paint- but I have no supplies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I checked my favorite website (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theselby.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Selby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) - and decided I wanna be her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446000627023258722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5QUt1RGpGI/AAAAAAAABKo/zRngHNXmLTk/s400/selby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446000624690313282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5QUtsk4uEI/AAAAAAAABKg/LC0GmgDsp_g/s400/selby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446000610035439266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5QUs1-5FqI/AAAAAAAABKY/eu1zw6bvan8/s400/selby3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446000595561852514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5QUsAEHrmI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-s2dO2FKq_Q/s400/selby4.jpg" /&gt;...and then I remembered how much I like being &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So what am I doing now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dunno- my day is filled with endless opportunities, and I kinda like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2339789722748849604?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2339789722748849604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2339789722748849604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2339789722748849604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2339789722748849604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-did-today.html' title='What I did Today'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5QUt1RGpGI/AAAAAAAABKo/zRngHNXmLTk/s72-c/selby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6861078007504707218</id><published>2010-03-07T11:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:32:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5P-q4Fc_KI/AAAAAAAABKI/wP8-yqPw7t4/s1600-h/3_5_10%2520bus%2520stop%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445976386984279202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5P-q4Fc_KI/AAAAAAAABKI/wP8-yqPw7t4/s400/3_5_10%2520bus%2520stop%25201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lets just say if all bus stops look like this one, I would be all about taking local transportation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On second thought- buses still freak me out, so I might just hang in the bus stop and read... yes that'd be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-6861078007504707218?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6861078007504707218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6861078007504707218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6861078007504707218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6861078007504707218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-just-say-if-all-bus-stops-look.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5P-q4Fc_KI/AAAAAAAABKI/wP8-yqPw7t4/s72-c/3_5_10%2520bus%2520stop%25201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6333648681123547446</id><published>2010-03-05T17:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:12:26.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Artist of the Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Suzi Quatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445395376310464658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5HuPmqKMJI/AAAAAAAABKA/IszSdE_dcek/s400/Suzi%2BQuatro%2B%2BCan%2Bthe%2BCan%2B73.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only thing I love more than classic rock n' roll, are women who can actually play classic rock n' roll! There's something empowering about a woman who isn't scared to pick up an electric guitar and jam with the boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you dont know who Suzi Quatro is- you should! When Suzi came onto the music scene in the early 70's, she rocked the world like no woman had before. Suzi quickly became an idol for women aspiring to make their mark in the music world- including Joan Jett who as a teenager used to sit outside Suzi's hotel hoping to get just a glance of Suzi passing by. Joan eventually became notoriously known for copying Suzi's signature look of performing on stage in all leather- something no woman before Suzi had ever done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What I admire most about Suzi is her grounded and down to earth perspective on life. In an recent interview Suzi was quoted as saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"My father instilled a professional attitude in me, that this is a job, so I'm able to leave it all up there and come off the stage and be normal. This is what a lot of people get wrong. You dont need to live the rock star life off-stage, it's boring. Leave it where it belongs and be normal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some of Suzi's greatest hits include: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can the Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;48 Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wild One&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my personal favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Devil Gate Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is a clip of Suzi playing "48 Crash" in 1973.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a72d2b67813ee4b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da72d2b67813ee4b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D669DE84201F3A2B3847DB8BFA063E76BC9BFD92.2F4EBB100C3F966033AD2D1B506A4DB9F43401C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da72d2b67813ee4b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtdP8ZEAtQz3ObQOKE3CVEn2Iwnw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da72d2b67813ee4b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D669DE84201F3A2B3847DB8BFA063E76BC9BFD92.2F4EBB100C3F966033AD2D1B506A4DB9F43401C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da72d2b67813ee4b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtdP8ZEAtQz3ObQOKE3CVEn2Iwnw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-6333648681123547446?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6333648681123547446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6333648681123547446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6333648681123547446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6333648681123547446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/artist-of-week.html' title='Artist of the Week'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5HuPmqKMJI/AAAAAAAABKA/IszSdE_dcek/s72-c/Suzi%2BQuatro%2B%2BCan%2Bthe%2BCan%2B73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5495134113647963567</id><published>2010-03-05T00:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T06:00:35.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-vamping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Things are a changin' in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Instead of fearing the change, I've decided to embrace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm taking this opportunity to start over fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is no limit to what I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So in an effort to bravely face this new journey, I've decided to make a few life changes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one of which is my apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have a tendency to get bored with things rather quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see, I'm rapidly approaching my one year mark of living in Arizona, but one whole year of the same apartment is starting to wear on my nerves. So in an attempt to mix things up, I've been hard at work re-vamping my apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing too big or drastic- just a few changes here, a little sprucing up there, and maybe a couple new touches sprinkled all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But while I'm knee deep in cleaning and redecorating, I figured I'd post some pictures of a few homes I find rather inspiring.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445050668275964482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5C0u9KXmkI/AAAAAAAABIY/3rzh01ylpVI/s400/20081209115056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445050675616394610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5C0vYgdrXI/AAAAAAAABIg/bU52tYr7p40/s400/brian%2520park7.png" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445132577728205842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5D_OtpllBI/AAAAAAAABJw/dOWYYGH9TYc/s400/book!!.png" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;(FYI- I am totally lusting after this incredible home library!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445055332128255794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5C4-bXZ7zI/AAAAAAAABJQ/F3eSDCdBgXE/s400/color.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445055341631114066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5C4--xEC1I/AAAAAAAABJY/yOBkaAvIh68/s400/colorful+room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445055342409001362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5C4_BqhqZI/AAAAAAAABJg/cBkAjEsMN_c/s400/colorful-living-room.bmp" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445132590510271618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5D_PdREbII/AAAAAAAABJ4/Z63WOd52q6I/s400/0207I%2520feel%2520like%25202%2520million_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445132550486328146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5D_NIKng1I/AAAAAAAABJo/zkQqPMilgx0/s400/color3.png" /&gt;Hmmmm.... &lt;/em&gt;I think I'm totally digging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pictures of my new and improved apartment coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&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/2823173152452672942-5495134113647963567?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5495134113647963567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5495134113647963567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5495134113647963567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5495134113647963567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/re-vamping.html' title='Re-vamping'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S5C0u9KXmkI/AAAAAAAABIY/3rzh01ylpVI/s72-c/20081209115056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-3502303716640057279</id><published>2010-03-01T10:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:51:13.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be a bit biased, but in my opinion my sister is the greatest photographer on the planet. This weekend Bri did a photo shoot with me and my two best friends- It was beyond a magical experience, and the pictures turned out better than I ever thought they would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm planning on doing a post of this photo shoot sometime soon, but until I can get the hard copies of the photos to upload, here is a link to the site where you can view them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.briandersonphotos.com/blog/2010/03/magical/"&gt;http://www.briandersonphotos.com/blog/2010/03/magical/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-3502303716640057279?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3502303716640057279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=3502303716640057279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3502303716640057279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3502303716640057279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7479083077094505782</id><published>2010-03-01T09:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:21:58.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been on the countdown to the premier of Alice in Wonderland for months now, and the time has finally come!! This Friday the crazy magical world of Wonderland is coming back to life in a more theatrical and fabulous way than ever before. It simply does not get better than Tim Burton when it comes to creating a world of outrageous fantasy that often dangerously borders on creepy and frightening. Burton's sense of darkness juxtaposed with a lighthearted flounce, are the perfect combination for a story such as Alice in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish we could all escape life for but a moment in time and fall down the magical rabbit hole. Wonderland is my ultimate fantasy.... I want to explore it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699029096302418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vnbM1sh1I/AAAAAAAABH4/OQvRifiXaKA/s400/alice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699026158155410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vnbB5L9pI/AAAAAAAABIA/qNMbMZaaWZ8/s400/alice_in_wonderland_blue_alice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443702667018620610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vqu9J9zsI/AAAAAAAABII/wou9E3G2eQ8/s400/aliceinwonderland1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vna2OGshI/AAAAAAAABHw/UgQQIC3WtQk/s1600-h/alice-747167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699023024665106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vna2OGshI/AAAAAAAABHw/UgQQIC3WtQk/s400/alice-747167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vnaX7mLzI/AAAAAAAABHo/n_UXrN0v3ok/s1600-h/alice-wonderland-stills-photos-06222009-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699014893973298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vnaX7mLzI/AAAAAAAABHo/n_UXrN0v3ok/s400/alice-wonderland-stills-photos-06222009-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699005769228338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vnZ18FoDI/AAAAAAAABHg/AWYKmEtrFQw/s400/alice-wonderland-stills-photos-06222009-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And in honor of such an event, I've decided to take it upon myself to explore Alice's world of wonder by reading Lewis Carroll's classic novels, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. I couldn't help myself from buying the book when I laid eyes on this beautiful copy-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443994527244625282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4z0LdOWJYI/AAAAAAAABIQ/g0vjJUF4C1o/s400/alice8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-7479083077094505782?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7479083077094505782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7479083077094505782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7479083077094505782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7479083077094505782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice.html' title='Alice'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4vnbM1sh1I/AAAAAAAABH4/OQvRifiXaKA/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2611446986933956062</id><published>2010-02-28T12:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:48:52.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love accessories.There's just something about an overload of accessories that makes me happy. If I'm feeling boring or bland I have a rather unhealthy tendency to throw on as many pieces of jewelry, scarfs, and hair clips as humanly possible. Coco Chanel once said, "Before you leave the house, take one thing off". Well, I couldn't disagree more! I may not be a style guru, but I'd rather add to my outfit than take away. I'll admit it, I march to the beat of my own fashion drummer, but I'm content to do so. I wear what makes me feel comfortable and I follow no rules. Of all accessories, my greatest love affair lies in the ring. But not just one ring- oh no, I'd rather wear as many as 5 at one time. Rings intrigue me.... do they intrigue you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443383241381712466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4rIN77fElI/AAAAAAAABHA/2wHHChOs278/s400/rings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443383246213312210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4rION7bbtI/AAAAAAAABHI/FduaBELfy8U/s400/rings2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443383249754720338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4rIObHxCFI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6H9oTDoexEA/s400/rings3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443383252437122930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4rIOlHTP3I/AAAAAAAABHY/IhbdBjkbvPc/s400/rings5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2611446986933956062?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2611446986933956062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2611446986933956062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2611446986933956062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2611446986933956062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/rings.html' title='Rings'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4rIN77fElI/AAAAAAAABHA/2wHHChOs278/s72-c/rings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-4103415187462527051</id><published>2010-02-25T12:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:14:58.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; As you can probably already tell by my recent blog posts, I tend to draw inspiration from pieces of art that move me. My definition of art has no limits- it is boundless, free, and beautiful. I often find myself lost in a musical world one minute and taken ahold of by a great piece of literature the next. Inspiration may come in the form of a photo, cinematography, or even in a great quote. This morning as I sipped my tea and soy milk latte and lounged in bed listening to my latest and greatest obsession, Janis Joplin, I came across an article in a magazine about one of my favorite film directors, Jane Campion. I was captivated by Campion's sense of purpose and contentment. Her striking confidence, humble nature, and seasoned wisdom made me want to know what exactly she did and experienced in life to end up where she has. Even the photo of her was simplistic in nature yet powerfully mesmerising (&lt;em&gt;pictured below&lt;/em&gt;). My favorite quote lied at the end of the interview as if it were a pot of gold beneath a rainbow- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I see how joyous it is to be a woman in her 50's- so free. I don't need anyone to look at me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how I desire to be as comfortable and settled in my own self as she is in herself. I simply can't fathom the freedom that comes with whole hearted self acceptance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442276947060298578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4baDIbTk1I/AAAAAAAABG4/sHyjlq-Skug/s400/cear_campion_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-4103415187462527051?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4103415187462527051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=4103415187462527051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4103415187462527051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4103415187462527051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-you-can-probably-already-tell-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4baDIbTk1I/AAAAAAAABG4/sHyjlq-Skug/s72-c/cear_campion_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5165999552699849904</id><published>2010-02-25T10:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:21:53.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4axAIAOtBI/AAAAAAAABGw/EVsU3h1IB8U/s1600-h/Bohemian-Wedding-Dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442231815430386706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4axAIAOtBI/AAAAAAAABGw/EVsU3h1IB8U/s400/Bohemian-Wedding-Dresses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Magic is in all of us and in everyone who believes they can make beautiful things happen. It's in a first kiss, in fireworks, running with your girlfriends down the beach at midnight, screaming into the sky. It's falling in love and falling down the rabbit hole. It's in your dreams and imagination. We can all use magic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-5165999552699849904?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5165999552699849904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5165999552699849904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5165999552699849904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5165999552699849904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/magic-is-in-all-of-us-and-in-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4axAIAOtBI/AAAAAAAABGw/EVsU3h1IB8U/s72-c/Bohemian-Wedding-Dresses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8138418384066386351</id><published>2010-02-23T13:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:25:28.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S4RVtFZ7IfI/AAAAAAAABGg/DC44Su78ThU/s1600-h/_MG_1577.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes things fall apart. You spend your life building a world you think will last forever, you make friends you hope will never leave, you open your heart to love before you ever knew the pain of a heart break, and you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt; manage to place everyone and everything you cherish in a neat little box with a bow on top- not knowing the box was never meant to last forever. Mistakes are made, blindfolds are removed, and the harsh reality of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brokenness&lt;/span&gt; begins to settle in. The walls you built fall down, the choices you made taunt you, and the truth you denied finds its way into your soul. New &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;horizons&lt;/span&gt; bring with them the hope of a future, but fear of the unknown. This frightening reality of inevitable change scares the crap outta me- but turning away is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If anywhere in your travels you come upon a man with guts, mark the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt;. I want to see him. I haven't seen anything but cowardice and expediency. This used to be a nation of giants. Where have they gone?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~John Steinbeck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-8138418384066386351?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8138418384066386351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8138418384066386351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8138418384066386351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8138418384066386351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/rambling-thoughts.html' title='Rambling Thoughts'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-4419122963632793995</id><published>2010-02-23T08:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:15:03.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another week has begun and I'm feeling a little down in the dumps. Maybe its because I just got home from vacation and I'm realizing how much "real life" sucks. Maybe its because my best friend is moving next week and I know I'll miss her like crazy. Maybe its because I'm stressed and overwhelmed with school work and upcoming tests. Maybe its because my financial situation is weighing heavy on me at the current moment. Or.... maybe its just because I'm having one of those crappy days life is full of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could choose to blog about all the really wonderful things happening in my life right now- or I could sit and wallow in my unpleasant mood.... hmm, I choose the second option. So as I sit here wallowing, I'm going to leave you with my pick for this week's "Artist of the Week"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Velvet Underground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fabulous band from the mid 60's who unfortunately never gained fame until after they split in 1973. This American Rock band challenged conventional societal standards with their often controversial lyrics and nihilistic outlook. Rolling Stone named The Velvet Underground's album the 13th greatest album of all time and the most "prophetic rock album ever made". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of my favorite "bummer" songs (AKA: songs I listen to when I'm feelin' blue) by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Velvet Underground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f233d8c78f8b2a1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f233d8c78f8b2a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D943FDD81CD6FD88B8C595A08ABCD611AC2CF9A5.40BFC18CCEF8EB227FBFBFDAF647A404BC3ABB9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df233d8c78f8b2a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn6tpVJAlQ_rkhUkkachXNICB6r8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f233d8c78f8b2a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D943FDD81CD6FD88B8C595A08ABCD611AC2CF9A5.40BFC18CCEF8EB227FBFBFDAF647A404BC3ABB9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df233d8c78f8b2a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn6tpVJAlQ_rkhUkkachXNICB6r8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-4419122963632793995?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4419122963632793995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=4419122963632793995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4419122963632793995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4419122963632793995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-those-days.html' title='Beginning of the Week'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2137110882215368621</id><published>2010-02-15T19:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:07:58.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist of the Week: Music from the 60's and 70's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; If I could travel back in time, I would kill to have lived during the mid 60's thru the mid 70's. During this period, the world saw an intense musical shift- producing some of my favorite artists such as Janis Joplin, The Who, The Beatles, The Doors, Grateful Dead, The Velvet Underground, The Clash, Joan Jett (of course!), The Rolling Stones, Queen, and many MANY more. Yes, women had finally found their place among the musically talented, rock and roll had taken the nation by storm, and history making concerts such as Woodstock shocked our world into a musical tizzy. It was a creative and inspired time. History was made and music was celebrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of Woodstock, featured below is a photo shoot I fell in love with that seems to capture the essence of Woodstock 1969....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438664126634764066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3oENTi5pyI/AAAAAAAABGY/JmukAsDvAHg/s400/woodstock10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438664120906627906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3oEM-NNO0I/AAAAAAAABGQ/BLDxLB-_yuc/s400/woodstock09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438664113232892386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3oEMhnpUeI/AAAAAAAABGI/BsMH5GUIfdE/s400/woodstock08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438664108508658642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3oEMQBTO9I/AAAAAAAABGA/YLSkhT_whGA/s400/woodstock07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438664108343511602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3oEMPZ7SjI/AAAAAAAABF4/XHtQ2Dycvc0/s400/woodstock05.jpg" /&gt;And in the spirit of Woodstock, here is a little Janis Joplin for you to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b283d61a43a0636d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db283d61a43a0636d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70397CA3F9412BF06DC9412F3C4F52081A443BDE.6577C19AC64B108142B9E65831994C205C52FB67%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db283d61a43a0636d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7jfHJuOpxezkRzby86X6ZWw_P_c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db283d61a43a0636d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70397CA3F9412BF06DC9412F3C4F52081A443BDE.6577C19AC64B108142B9E65831994C205C52FB67%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db283d61a43a0636d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7jfHJuOpxezkRzby86X6ZWw_P_c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2137110882215368621?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2137110882215368621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2137110882215368621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2137110882215368621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2137110882215368621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/artist-of-week-music-from-60s-and-70s.html' title='Artist of the Week: Music from the 60&apos;s and 70&apos;s'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3oENTi5pyI/AAAAAAAABGY/JmukAsDvAHg/s72-c/woodstock10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-9058816034459138219</id><published>2010-02-15T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:41:24.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3npiEUY52I/AAAAAAAABFw/cxmk5rMsakM/s1600-h/18457_482823945576_772665576_10964433_4799518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438634796510668642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3npiEUY52I/AAAAAAAABFw/cxmk5rMsakM/s400/18457_482823945576_772665576_10964433_4799518_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Grand Canyon- you are very grand indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-9058816034459138219?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/9058816034459138219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=9058816034459138219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9058816034459138219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9058816034459138219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day!!'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3npiEUY52I/AAAAAAAABFw/cxmk5rMsakM/s72-c/18457_482823945576_772665576_10964433_4799518_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1487851515916454185</id><published>2010-02-11T12:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:17:33.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Artist of the Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joan Jett&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437097758174984290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3RzmqUXuGI/AAAAAAAABFg/y9HYV2rqgWQ/s400/joan-jett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437097764033994226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3RznAJRHfI/AAAAAAAABFo/whXqtKVySYc/s400/joan-jett-picture-lg.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I must admit, I wasn't always a Joan Jett fan- to be honest, many of her hit songs that catapulted her to fame status among rock and roll legends, were far beyond my time. But her classic sound, killer guitar skills, and honest lyrics have continued to ring true from generation to generation- earning herself the well deserved title of "Godmother of Rock and Roll". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joan Jett fought hard for her place in the purely male dominated world of Rock and Roll, battling hostile audiences and more than thirty rejections from record label companies that refused to sign her due to the simple fact that she was a woman playing in a mans world. She fearlessly picked up the electric guitar and pathed the way for thousands of other women to do the same. Now, after millions of records and about a dozen hit songs, Joan Jett has become a music legend and an inspiration to women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I often find myself engrossed in her music when I'm in need of a little pick me up- to quote one of her most famous songs, I love Rock and Roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is one of my favorite Joan Jett and The Blackhearts songs "Crimson and Clover"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;circa 1983 (ya gotta love the 80's feel of this video!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2cb2016937a865d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2cb2016937a865d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1440619471853A6E116290A76BAC40743D71C803.A80FFDE5A18AD4BE98E57F261B582CD25B35B73%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2cb2016937a865d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQp_zYVYf24gBo57ZNjVwcFzdW1w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2cb2016937a865d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1440619471853A6E116290A76BAC40743D71C803.A80FFDE5A18AD4BE98E57F261B582CD25B35B73%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2cb2016937a865d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQp_zYVYf24gBo57ZNjVwcFzdW1w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This next video is of the same song, but I thought it'd be fun to contrast the 1983 version with a live version she did 2 years ago. You gotta admit she looks pretty darn good for 50 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7070a2cc26acbad0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7070a2cc26acbad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D206F6079CC74EE3619C0735342C8D723887333EE.6C90D6052523FA1035DD9D218EE80C8C7018D1E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7070a2cc26acbad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvHAnNIiEgQPc9POLqCNKNA0H8JM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7070a2cc26acbad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D206F6079CC74EE3619C0735342C8D723887333EE.6C90D6052523FA1035DD9D218EE80C8C7018D1E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7070a2cc26acbad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvHAnNIiEgQPc9POLqCNKNA0H8JM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1487851515916454185?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1487851515916454185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1487851515916454185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1487851515916454185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1487851515916454185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/artist-of-week-joan-jett-now-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S3RzmqUXuGI/AAAAAAAABFg/y9HYV2rqgWQ/s72-c/joan-jett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1095176043015802799</id><published>2010-02-05T13:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:43:24.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2yQ70NKPHI/AAAAAAAABFA/JY1AdKM4Y9g/s1600-h/Bright-Star-294_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434878207629868146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2yQ70NKPHI/AAAAAAAABFA/JY1AdKM4Y9g/s400/Bright-Star-294_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always have been and always will be a romantic at heart. But as I wait patiently for God to bring along my husband, I'm finding myself captivated by the love all around me. I see it in the way my friends treat me, I feel in the way my niece and nephew bear hug me, I read it in John &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keat's&lt;/span&gt; poetry and in Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, I hear it in some of my favorite pieces of music, I watch it films, and I see it in the old couple holding hands I pass everyday as I leave the gates of my apartment complex.... but most of all I feel in the depths of my soul when the Lord takes hold of my heart and speaks softly to me of his promises and His passionate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pursuit&lt;/span&gt; of my heart. There is nothing greater than love. I can only promise to strive to love others as Christ loves me- and I will spend my life doing just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1095176043015802799?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1095176043015802799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1095176043015802799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1095176043015802799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1095176043015802799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahh-love.html' title='Ahh Love...'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2yQ70NKPHI/AAAAAAAABFA/JY1AdKM4Y9g/s72-c/Bright-Star-294_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-9207000502709862050</id><published>2010-02-04T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:45:05.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Song of Songs is one of my favorite books of the Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its goes without saying that I love literature. But I especially love literature that isn't afraid to go against the grain. I respect authors who exploit topics of taboo nature and write with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; raw candor and emotion. I admire works of literature that dare to be a little dark, a little risque, and a little uncomfortable to the reader. And this is why I love Song of Songs. It was said that this book, one of a Biblical nature mind you, once made priests squirm and blush due to its explicit depiction of love and sex within marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you've never read this poetic, beautiful, and quite steamy book, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; giving it a read. It will inspire you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of my favorite passages taken from the book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of Songs 3:1-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"All night long on my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked for the one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; heart loves;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked for him but did not find him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will get up now and go about the city,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through its streets and squares;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will search for the one my heart loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I looked for him but did not find him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The watchmen found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they made their rounds in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Have you seen the one my heart loves?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scarcely had I passed them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I found the one my heart loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I held him and would not let him go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till I had brought him to my mothers house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the room of the one who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conceived&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the gazelles and by the does of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do not arouse or awaken love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until it so desires."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-9207000502709862050?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/9207000502709862050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=9207000502709862050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9207000502709862050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9207000502709862050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-of-songs.html' title='Song of Songs'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1445321306096293925</id><published>2010-02-03T20:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:36:25.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2o_-H3mjDI/AAAAAAAABEw/AnkE2pTAlrg/s1600-h/yoga-nature-med-7579761%2520copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434226236872625202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2o_-H3mjDI/AAAAAAAABEw/AnkE2pTAlrg/s400/yoga-nature-med-7579761%2520copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As many people may already know, my passion for living a healthy and balanced lifestyle runs deep in my bones. I strive to eat well, move my body often, and of course have fun while doing it. With my busy schedule its crucial for my health and well being that I take time out several times a week to quiet my mind and work out my body in my favorite yoga class. As I prepared to attend yoga this evening, I was overjoyed when my sister accepted my invitation to join me. I couldn't have asked for a better evening. Not very often do my sister and I have time alone together, so tonight was most definitely a special treat. Getting to share my passion for yoga with my sister was such a great joy! And to top it off- it turns out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt; is a natural born yogi!! I was beyond impressed with her ability to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt;, balance, and bend her way through the entire level 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vinyasa&lt;/span&gt; flow class. I should have known she would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt;- after all, she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excels&lt;/span&gt; beautifully at everything she attempts in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you sister for making my evening and joining me in my yoga &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jouney&lt;/span&gt;! It was a pleasure having you there. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1445321306096293925?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1445321306096293925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1445321306096293925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1445321306096293925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1445321306096293925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga-sisters.html' title='Yoga Sisters'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2o_-H3mjDI/AAAAAAAABEw/AnkE2pTAlrg/s72-c/yoga-nature-med-7579761%2520copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7192707837106000860</id><published>2010-02-02T23:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:51:26.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2kcjT3m0hI/AAAAAAAABEo/STeHiP78pwQ/s1600-h/wild+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433905818353717778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2kcjT3m0hI/AAAAAAAABEo/STeHiP78pwQ/s400/wild+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2kci56-gqI/AAAAAAAABEg/Ad6hhgebp_Y/s1600-h/wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I met a lady in the meads,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Full beautiful- a faery's child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her hair was long, her foot was light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And her eyes were wild."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~ La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-7192707837106000860?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7192707837106000860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7192707837106000860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7192707837106000860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7192707837106000860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-met-lady-in-meads-full-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2kcjT3m0hI/AAAAAAAABEo/STeHiP78pwQ/s72-c/wild+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5764606883699129109</id><published>2010-02-02T12:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:35:38.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Counting My Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes its easy to get lost in the negatives life bring your way, but today I've decided to make a list of moments big and small that have brought joy to my life these past few weeks. Its nothing fancy- just a way to bring my focus back onto the many blessings I so easily breeze by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Moments of Joy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Reading Anna Karenina. Its been such a crazy adventure navigating my way through Tolstoy's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;portrayal&lt;/span&gt; of the most basic and complex of human relationships, interactions, deceit, and love. I've found myself captivated by his words, inspired by his depth of love, and fascinated by his views of society. I am a better woman for having read this incredible work of literature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The winter rain here in Arizona has renewed my spirit and reminded me once again the joys of sitting by a fire with a mug of hot coco and a good book. Its been a cozy winter... my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Watching loads upon loads of movies with my girlfriends. Some of my recent favorites include... The Young Victoria, Bright Star, Chicago, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sweeny&lt;/span&gt; Todd, Rachel Getting Married, Grey Gardens, Pride and Prejudice (the new one- but I love the old one just as much!), Marie Antoinette, 500 Days of Summer, Amelie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chocolat&lt;/span&gt;... and much much more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Reading John Keats's surviving love letters he wrote to Fanny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brawne&lt;/span&gt; in the early 1800's. The honesty and vulnerability in which he writes to the woman he loves is nothing short of beautiful and wholeheartedly captivating. His words literally give me goose bumps as I read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My reignited yoga practice!! I finally bit the bullet and bought a membership at my favorite yoga studio. Despite the added expense, I have thoroughly enjoyed getting back into my practice. I now attend a 90 min heated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vinyasa&lt;/span&gt; Flow class 3-4 times a week, and it has continued to challenge me and reinvigorate me more and more each week. Doing yoga is like breathing- I forget how much I ache to do it until I'm no longer doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The kids I'm a nanny for. Although my job is not always easy- it is always a joy to watch the children grow, learn, and change on a daily basis. Ever since I began working for this family, I've made a habit out of always playing music in the house while we're all playing. Its wasn't until  last week when James* (*name has been changed) and I were dancing in the kitchen that he stopped and yelled "I LOVE THE BEATLES!!" It cracked me up that he knew I was playing the Beatles- I think I have a miniature fellow music lover on my hands :-) What a blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Starting spring semester at school. While I may not always love attending class and actually working hard, I do thoroughly enjoy my Microbiology class. Learning about and working with live bacteria in the lab is absolutely fascinating!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-5764606883699129109?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5764606883699129109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5764606883699129109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5764606883699129109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5764606883699129109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-counting-my-blessings.html' title='I&apos;m Counting My Blessings'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-1748372585983161053</id><published>2010-01-31T08:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:43:15.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2WijvnIKlI/AAAAAAAABEY/T64TtP0h_6g/s1600-h/bright_star07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432927260452072018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2WijvnIKlI/AAAAAAAABEY/T64TtP0h_6g/s400/bright_star07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"My Dearest Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my mind for ever so short a time. Upon my soul I can think of nothing else. The time has passed when I had the power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my life. My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again- my life seems to stop there- I see no further. You have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;absorb'd&lt;/span&gt; me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving - I should be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exquisitely&lt;/span&gt; miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. You have ravished me by a power I cannot resist. I cannot breathe without you. You are to me an object intensely desirable - the air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ John Keats (in a letter to Fanny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brawne&lt;/span&gt;- the love of his life)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-1748372585983161053?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1748372585983161053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=1748372585983161053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1748372585983161053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/1748372585983161053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dearest-girl-i-must-write-you-line.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S2WijvnIKlI/AAAAAAAABEY/T64TtP0h_6g/s72-c/bright_star07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8212548356621021288</id><published>2010-01-19T13:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:46:06.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Tiffany's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1YZcFU69sI/AAAAAAAABDo/Y-AdZlBS6q4/s1600-h/holly-golightly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428554371098670786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1YZcFU69sI/AAAAAAAABDo/Y-AdZlBS6q4/s400/holly-golightly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have wonderful friends. &lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was just one of those crappy days where I wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock and hide until the emotional storm had passed. I felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crabby&lt;/span&gt;, emotional, frustrated, annoyed, and utterly upset. But thanks to the prayers of my friends, a long quiet bubble bath, a cup of hot tea, and 2 hours of being curled up on the couch with my two best friends watching Breakfast at Tiffany's- I felt like a brand new woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes all a girl needs is a little friendship and an old movie to make her worries melt away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks girls for brightening up my day last night! I love you guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and here are a few pictures of the fabulous Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*SIGH* I wish I could be as effortlessly feminine and beautiful as she is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1YWJhbhXEI/AAAAAAAABDI/_yudLwFbAlo/s1600-h/w56633432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428550753690147906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1YWJhbhXEI/AAAAAAAABDI/_yudLwFbAlo/s400/w56633432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428550764606633490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1YWKKGNthI/AAAAAAAABDY/uVFM90noAns/s400/audrey-hepburn21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1YWJM4zKAI/AAAAAAAABDA/KlJvizTsdXE/s1600-h/Breakfast-at-Tiffanys-p02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428550748175804418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1YWJM4zKAI/AAAAAAAABDA/KlJvizTsdXE/s400/Breakfast-at-Tiffanys-p02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a clip of my favorite scene from the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52607cc77c7a0a01" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52607cc77c7a0a01%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FE859F91F07D011B9BB59434F4F758B76E997CF.64FE86642C3726713CB6603484D020902A24F5A1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52607cc77c7a0a01%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBme6F7FljxQ9pgF7B52RediPc0Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52607cc77c7a0a01%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FE859F91F07D011B9BB59434F4F758B76E997CF.64FE86642C3726713CB6603484D020902A24F5A1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52607cc77c7a0a01%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBme6F7FljxQ9pgF7B52RediPc0Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-8212548356621021288?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8212548356621021288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8212548356621021288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8212548356621021288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8212548356621021288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/breakfast-at-tiffanys.html' title='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1YZcFU69sI/AAAAAAAABDo/Y-AdZlBS6q4/s72-c/holly-golightly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8467442485096576337</id><published>2010-01-18T07:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:50:13.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just gotta laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was one of those mornings that started off blissfully happy. I woke up well rested, I had spent an hour of alone time with the Lord, I had made myself a killer cup of tea, and I was feeling rather good about what I saw in the mirror. But then &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; happened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see my sister had planned to take my friend and I out for a photo shoot so she could practice with her favorite new camera lens. Her vision for the shoot was "natural beauty" and therefore she requested I wear my hair in its natural state- curly/wavy/slightly frizzy- and while I'm still unsure about embracing my natural head of curls, I was happy to oblige for the photo session. So there I was, standing in my bathroom playing with my hair when I noticed this lone strand of hair in the front that had dried straight... hmm.... I took the strand and figured I could quickly curl it with my curling iron and be on my way, but my plan took another turn. As I wrapped my hair around the iron I failed to see that some kind of blob of gook had attached itself to the metal barrel. I wrapped the strand around the barrel, but as I held the iron in place I began to smell something funny. I then quickly started unwrapping, but to my horror I was permanently attached to the curling iron and the entire section of my beautiful hair had burnt right off!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH. MY. GOODNESS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Meg. Holy moley&lt;em&gt; I'm&lt;/em&gt; Meg from "Little Women", who tragically gets her hair burnt off by a curling iron due to her sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I stared in the mirror holding the clump of hair in my right hand, I began to laugh. I dont know what came over me in that moment, but I suddenly realized the humor of the situation and figured laughing would be the best way to move on. Its just hair- nothing more, nothing less. And besides- now I have a funny story to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Lord for continually teaching me to let go of caring about my "image" more and more everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-8467442485096576337?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8467442485096576337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8467442485096576337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8467442485096576337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8467442485096576337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-you-just-gotta-laugh.html' title='Sometimes you just gotta laugh'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6315955579671706543</id><published>2010-01-17T07:59:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:13:04.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Think of a Title For This Post- So This Will Have To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1M2YAL00uI/AAAAAAAABC4/yaD8R3hDtbU/s1600-h/honey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427741761905939170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1M2YAL00uI/AAAAAAAABC4/yaD8R3hDtbU/s400/honey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll admit I'm not typically one to give away my beauty secrets, or any secret for that matter, but today I've decided to make an exception and let you all in on my most recent beauty discoveries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As you all may know, I've battled issues with my skin for a while now, but recently I came to realize the only way to heal my skin once and for all was from the inside out. I was fed up with over the counter creams, topical acne treatments that contain harsh chemicals and acids, and other various "miracle" treatments that promised to restore my skin to a flawless state. These gimmicks felt like a band aid to the real problem- they may cover acne for a while, but they do not solve the problem long term. So I now find myself on a journey to better skin and body health and I wanted to share it with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To make it plain and simple- acne is caused by bacteria... when bacteria spreads, acne spreads. So what do I mean by "heal from the inside out"?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In order to heal the skin, you must first take care of your internal state of health. To put it simply- eat more fruits and veggies, consume less refined sugars, drink plenty of water (this one is especially important!), eliminate as much dairy as possible (dairy contains androgen hormones which can cause acne breakouts), and be sure to take &lt;strong&gt;probiotics&lt;/strong&gt; everyday! Probiotics are the "good bacteria" our gut needs in order to fight off harmful bacteria and keep our intestines in a state of balance and optimal health. And while these steps to internal health are crucial in healing the skin, its important to understand that results may not be instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But while your healing the inside, here are a few &lt;em&gt;natural&lt;/em&gt; ways to help the surface of the skin heal a bit faster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cleanse your face twice daily. Never scrub too hard as that can disturb the pores and cause an over production of oil. Try to cleanse with a gentle face wash that does NOT contain benzoyl peroxide or salicylic acid. As a rule of thumb, if your face wash contains ingredients you cannot pronounce, do not use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HONEY! Thats right, I said "honey". Raw organic honey is one of the best skin healers you could ever put on your face. Honey is a natural antimicrobial - meaning it naturally kills and inhibits the growth of bacteria. It also soften the skins and helps retain the moisture that is often sucked right out of our skin. Simply apply honey (must be RAW ORGANIC!) to your entire face after washing and let it sit for about 10 min before rinsing off. While it is safe enough to do twice daily, I usually apply it to my entire face in the morning and then spot treat with the honey in the evening. &lt;strong&gt;But beware-&lt;/strong&gt; if you have acne the honey &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; draw out the impurities and make the blemishes come to a head extremely fast. But dont freak out... in 2-4 days the acne will be significantly reduced and you will begin to notice far less acne and more smooth clear skin. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dont touch your face- period! Touching your face spreads bacteria. Its tempting, but resist the temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Regularly clean everything that touches you face. This includes- pillow cases, towels, make-up brushes (must be cleaned with a mild soap and warm water after EVERY use!), and anything else that comes in contact with your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope these tips were helpful. I strongly believe in a holistic approach to health and I have a strong desire to encourage anyone out there who struggles with their body, skin, or self image. I understand how hard it is because I've been there! Satan knows the best way to take me down is to attack my self image- and I must admit he does an excellent job. I continually try to remind myself that I am made in God's image and my body- the only one I'll ever get - is a temple unto the Lord. I will never attain perfection, but I can let go of that need simply by knowing that God loves me and cherishes me just as I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.christianradioweekly.com/splay/jjheller-truethings/"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to hear a song I held dear to me during my recovery and one I still listen to on my hard days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(The song will play automatically when you go to the site, and the lyrics are written out for you to follow along and enjoy)&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/2823173152452672942-6315955579671706543?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6315955579671706543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6315955579671706543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6315955579671706543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6315955579671706543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-think-of-title-for-this-post-so.html' title='I Can&apos;t Think of a Title For This Post- So This Will Have To Do'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1M2YAL00uI/AAAAAAAABC4/yaD8R3hDtbU/s72-c/honey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-4156993116840726474</id><published>2010-01-15T16:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:14:05.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1EEYeMUSkI/AAAAAAAABCw/Fc7zj_Yef8k/s1600-h/key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427123844426254914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1EEYeMUSkI/AAAAAAAABCw/Fc7zj_Yef8k/s400/key.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture has absolutely nothing to do with the post below- I just found it intriguingly beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With the dawn of another new year (and the start of a new decade at that!) I've decided its time to make some changes in my life. Nothing drastic or overwhelming, just a few new alterations in an attempt to live a more healthy, balanced, and well rounded life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whats on the list of changes you ask??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well here are just a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Keep my apartment clean! I've noticed my desire to clean has slowly progressed down hill and the mess has begun to get on my nerves. I'm done with messy living and unvaccumed carpets... I desperately miss the smell of Lysol and Pledge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drink more water. I know it sounds silly, but my lack of hydration is just another element of abuse I've inflicted on my body. I desire to treat my body (the only one I'll ever get) like the temple God created it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since I'm on the subject of better bodily health, I've decided to better my nutrition by adding a multivitamin and a daily dose of strong probiotics to my morning regiment. With that I've also decided to limit my intake of meat and make a more conscious effort at buying and eating organically whenever possible (ie: more visits to the farmers market! YAY!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Keep up on laundry weekly. Sadly enough I've become one of those irresponsible young adults who waits to do laundry until the only items of clothes left clean are a few mix macthed pair of socks, my bathing suit (of which I'm not a fan of), old gym shorts I've had since the age of 12ish, and my ugly jeans that literally button up near my belly button- and not in a cute "high waisted / high fashion" kinda way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take more walks and practice more yoga on a consistent basis. It comes as no surprise that with my history of exercise abuse (during my anorexic days) and my now extreme aversion to all things related to gyms, a more balanced approach to physical heath is a better way for me to stay fit and active. Plus nature walks make me happy and yoga has a way of calming my spirit like nothing else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spend time in God's word DAILY!! This is a big one for me. Ok *deep breath*- I'm going to be totally vulnerable with you for a moment, and admit that while I love the Lord with everything I am, I have a tendency to fall short on spending quality time with Him outside church doors. My prayer life is and (for the most part) always has been healthy and active, but I've come to realize talking with God is simply not enough. I need His word, and I need it every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Continue to read. I've realized God has gifted me with a deep passion and appreciation for the written word. All things poetry and literature related feed a part of my soul that nothing else can. I hunger to read, to learn, and to grow on a daily basis. William Hazlitt said it best when he said, &lt;em&gt;"books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And last but not least, learn to live with less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-4156993116840726474?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4156993116840726474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=4156993116840726474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4156993116840726474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/4156993116840726474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/season-of-change.html' title='A Season of Change'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S1EEYeMUSkI/AAAAAAAABCw/Fc7zj_Yef8k/s72-c/key.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2559926018906031431</id><published>2010-01-14T22:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:28:35.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0_6xrTbEoI/AAAAAAAABCo/aOx107UTHUQ/s1600-h/3748408397_6c32e5bcdc_o_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426831807349461634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0_6xrTbEoI/AAAAAAAABCo/aOx107UTHUQ/s400/3748408397_6c32e5bcdc_o_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "He knew she was there by the joy and fear that overwhelmed his heart. She stood at the other end, talking to a lady. There seemed to be nothing special in her dress, nor in her pose; but for Levin she was as easy to recognize in that crowd as a rose among nettles. Everything was lit up by her. She was the smile that brightened everything around... The place where she stood seemed to him unapproachably holy, and there was a moment when he almost went away- he was so filled with awe... He stepped down, trying not to look at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~Levin (Anna Karenina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2559926018906031431?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2559926018906031431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2559926018906031431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2559926018906031431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2559926018906031431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-knew-she-was-there-by-joy-and-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0_6xrTbEoI/AAAAAAAABCo/aOx107UTHUQ/s72-c/3748408397_6c32e5bcdc_o_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7048155326379704770</id><published>2010-01-12T22:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:51:44.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Road trips with my girlfriends simply never get old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elise, Kalie, and I all had a blast this past weekend as we drove to San Diego for an impromptu weekend vacation at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our time consisted of long chats, laughing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt;, coffee shop visits, picnics on the beach, and a night out for yummy drinks at The Bistro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made memories that will last a lifetime, and walked away with a refreshed sense of self as we headed back to "real life".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures from our trip....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01dT4AyivI/AAAAAAAABCg/vpom_T838Zs/s1600-h/009-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426095722085911282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01dT4AyivI/AAAAAAAABCg/vpom_T838Zs/s400/009-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its not fair how beautiful my friends are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01ck1eSpqI/AAAAAAAABCY/UsjQb2gz5tg/s1600-h/014-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426094913950492322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01ck1eSpqI/AAAAAAAABCY/UsjQb2gz5tg/s400/014-4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01ckXA29KI/AAAAAAAABCQ/kU5M5TspWMk/s1600-h/023-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426094905773978786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01ckXA29KI/AAAAAAAABCQ/kU5M5TspWMk/s400/023-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picnics make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01ckBRQU5I/AAAAAAAABCI/kJFLA-EWynY/s1600-h/026-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426094899937170322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01ckBRQU5I/AAAAAAAABCI/kJFLA-EWynY/s400/026-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elise getting excited to finally pierce her nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01cjo2BKnI/AAAAAAAABCA/QRtFfNJ9sfg/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426094893380479602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01cjo2BKnI/AAAAAAAABCA/QRtFfNJ9sfg/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tada&lt;/span&gt;! The beautiful nose ring. It fits her personality perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01cjEIJqSI/AAAAAAAABB4/dXTskdd-tfk/s1600-h/048-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426094883524421922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01cjEIJqSI/AAAAAAAABB4/dXTskdd-tfk/s400/048-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us girls before heading out for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-7048155326379704770?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7048155326379704770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7048155326379704770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7048155326379704770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7048155326379704770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-road-trip.html' title='Another Road Trip'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S01dT4AyivI/AAAAAAAABCg/vpom_T838Zs/s72-c/009-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7763597275677676235</id><published>2010-01-12T06:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:10:36.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0yB8-wGxyI/AAAAAAAABBw/7rc4obYseBI/s1600-h/butterflies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425854535711508258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0yB8-wGxyI/AAAAAAAABBw/7rc4obYseBI/s400/butterflies.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~John Keats (written in a love letter to Fanny Brawne- the love of his life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-7763597275677676235?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7763597275677676235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7763597275677676235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7763597275677676235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7763597275677676235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-almost-wish-we-were-butterflies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0yB8-wGxyI/AAAAAAAABBw/7rc4obYseBI/s72-c/butterflies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-191126812357975428</id><published>2010-01-08T10:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:42:14.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Here We Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0dpnWF3FbI/AAAAAAAABBo/dnyDzJAMDxY/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424420400857028018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0dpnWF3FbI/AAAAAAAABBo/dnyDzJAMDxY/s400/123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today is a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite waking up with the sniffles and a mild cold, I'm determined to make this weekend the best I've ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 4:00pm sharp my two best girlfriends and I are embarking on a weekend road trip to my hometown of San Diego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its sure to be a weekend filled with laughter, joy, and fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing refreshes me more than spending quality time with the two girls who not only love me as I am, but are constantly challenging me and pushing me to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kalie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I treasure your friendship and kind spirit more than words could ever express. Not only is it easy to be around you, but you seem to add sunshine and smiles where ever you go. Your passion for literature and your gifted talent of writing has only further inspired me in those areas of my own life. Thank you for being such a sweet and dedicated friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My favorite Kalie quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - "Magic is everywhere when you take the time to look for it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not only do I feel as if I've known you my entire life, I consider you family. No friend can make me bust up laughing quite like you can. Thank you for being the type of friend I can cry with, laugh with, be inspired with, and of course make childish farting noises with. Your zest for life and your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;untameable&lt;/span&gt; free spirit is not only contagious, but so very beautiful. You've been an incredible example of what it looks like to be a woman of Grace- a woman who loves and lives for the Lord. You will be dearly missed when you move to Washington, but the friendship won't end in March... it will only be the start of a lasting friendship! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Favorite Elise Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - (preface: Elise once told me how cool it would be to go up into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outer&lt;/span&gt; space, and of course with my fear of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heights&lt;/span&gt; and fear of being anywhere where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oxygen&lt;/span&gt; does not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EXIST&lt;/span&gt; I told her I would never do it... I mean what if you died?!?!? Her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt;.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"So what if you died! How cool would that be rocket to heaven?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elise in Heaven:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;How'd&lt;/span&gt; you get here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person 1 in Heaven:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hit a tree. You?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elise in Heaven:&lt;/strong&gt; "I &lt;em&gt;ROCKETED&lt;/em&gt; here!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these girls and can't wait to create new and lasting memories with them this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-191126812357975428?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/191126812357975428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=191126812357975428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/191126812357975428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/191126812357975428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-trip-here-we-come.html' title='Road Trip Here We Come'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0dpnWF3FbI/AAAAAAAABBo/dnyDzJAMDxY/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-3832033647990316838</id><published>2010-01-07T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:00:59.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0YExtad_tI/AAAAAAAABBg/mq2lgNL4iV0/s1600-h/20090124002206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424028053265055442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0YExtad_tI/AAAAAAAABBg/mq2lgNL4iV0/s400/20090124002206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~ William Hazlitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-3832033647990316838?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3832033647990316838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=3832033647990316838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3832033647990316838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/3832033647990316838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/books-let-us-into-their-souls-and-lay.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0YExtad_tI/AAAAAAAABBg/mq2lgNL4iV0/s72-c/20090124002206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2422201176271188497</id><published>2010-01-07T06:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:29:23.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free From Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0XhY-2nC_I/AAAAAAAABBY/CoX2UMYZDf4/s1600-h/20090103213055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423989145542790130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0XhY-2nC_I/AAAAAAAABBY/CoX2UMYZDf4/s400/20090103213055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm learning to be "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;" in the life I lead, the skin in which I dwell, and the mistakes of which I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;undoubtedly&lt;/span&gt; make each day. The acceptance of myself has been a long and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tedious&lt;/span&gt; project, but inch by inch the Lord has begun revealing more and more of who I am in my soul. I'm finally throwing down the external pressures to feel and look like perfection personified. I will never be skinny, I will never have a flawless creamy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;complexion&lt;/span&gt;, and I will never have red carpet ready hair. God simply made me different. I struggle with weight, I battle constant acne breakouts, and my hair jostles between large and frizzy or flat and stringy. But my peace comes from knowing I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to care. I can let go of the need to control my body. I can be free from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Satan's&lt;/span&gt; lies of "I'm not good enough". I hold steadfast to the knowledge and truth that "I am fearfully and wonderfully made". I am a child of God's. I do not accept shame, I do not accept self pity, and I do not accept anything less than God's love for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2422201176271188497?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2422201176271188497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2422201176271188497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2422201176271188497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2422201176271188497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-from-chains.html' title='Free From Chains'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0XhY-2nC_I/AAAAAAAABBY/CoX2UMYZDf4/s72-c/20090103213055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6276232930704129586</id><published>2010-01-05T06:27:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:42:26.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few favorite things to suit my mood....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Old fashioned luggage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M_upB6LBI/AAAAAAAABBQ/yjrRMSivnJM/s1600-h/20090212053218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423248446804601874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M_upB6LBI/AAAAAAAABBQ/yjrRMSivnJM/s400/20090212053218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M_ZYK2vwI/AAAAAAAABBI/46_evr50UX8/s1600-h/20090704163829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423248081501470466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M_ZYK2vwI/AAAAAAAABBI/46_evr50UX8/s400/20090704163829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Picnics - preferably in fields of flowers with friends and pretty sun dresses that blow in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-oQymkjI/AAAAAAAABAg/YE_slx91w6c/s1600-h/20090529205258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423247237707108914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-oQymkjI/AAAAAAAABAg/YE_slx91w6c/s400/20090529205258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Tea. Lots and lots of tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423247237087193170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-oOezaFI/AAAAAAAABAY/T82vqoEiKh0/s400/20090529001620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Pretty masquerade masks, especially pink ones with feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-np3pC4I/AAAAAAAABAQ/8i6BR-uBQz8/s1600-h/20090412135502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423247227259259778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-np3pC4I/AAAAAAAABAQ/8i6BR-uBQz8/s400/20090412135502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Reading Anna Karenina!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*SIGH* &lt;/em&gt;my heart melts a little each time I read a new page.&lt;br /&gt;Anna- your fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-nLBYozI/AAAAAAAABAI/nSR5roCXYWo/s1600-h/20090317184304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423247218978628402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-nLBYozI/AAAAAAAABAI/nSR5roCXYWo/s400/20090317184304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Dreamy beds that make you feel as if you've been transported to a new and magical world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-myqkchI/AAAAAAAABAA/SbYoxC7NHcA/s1600-h/321179_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423247212440482322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M-myqkchI/AAAAAAAABAA/SbYoxC7NHcA/s400/321179_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-6276232930704129586?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6276232930704129586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6276232930704129586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6276232930704129586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6276232930704129586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-favorite-things.html' title='More Favorite Things'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0M_upB6LBI/AAAAAAAABBQ/yjrRMSivnJM/s72-c/20090212053218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-9027689404710228792</id><published>2010-01-04T20:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:48:59.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0K1outFAeI/AAAAAAAAA_4/xWZ2oneSQRg/s1600-h/anna+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423096612643996130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0K1outFAeI/AAAAAAAAA_4/xWZ2oneSQRg/s400/anna+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Her loveliness consisted percisely in always standing out from what she wore, that what she wore was never seen on her. And the black dress with luxurious lace was not seen on her; it was just a frame, and only she was seen - simple, natural, graceful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Leo Tolstoy (Anna Karenina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0K1oYueQvI/AAAAAAAAA_w/55g-B1Co1MY/s1600-h/anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-9027689404710228792?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/9027689404710228792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=9027689404710228792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9027689404710228792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9027689404710228792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/her-loveliness-consisted-percisely-in.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0K1outFAeI/AAAAAAAAA_4/xWZ2oneSQRg/s72-c/anna+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2101000696126413804</id><published>2010-01-03T17:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:08:23.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Retreat in the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend I had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of attending the Highland Church Element Retreat up in Williams &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The snow was magical, the cabins were peaceful, the friendships were priceless, and the quiet time with God was much needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all it was a wonderful weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course there is much more to tell, but my suitcase full of dirty laundry is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beckoning&lt;/span&gt; me, therefore I must go unpack and get re-settled back into reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here are a few pictures from the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E94EhGlyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fPA0xQRTwbU/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422683459825342242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E94EhGlyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fPA0xQRTwbU/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422683298145675586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9uqNqqUI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VGIJZd6xQGc/s400/125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9ve8i3AI/AAAAAAAAA_g/o5dZsME4fRA/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422683312300940290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9ve8i3AI/AAAAAAAAA_g/o5dZsME4fRA/s400/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9vDmqtmI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1YaCKAhxNi8/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422683304961422946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9vDmqtmI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1YaCKAhxNi8/s400/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9u5FO7EI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/XK4pfy9u2SU/s1600-h/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422683302136835138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9u5FO7EI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/XK4pfy9u2SU/s400/122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9ucoA_pI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2u-UbZkUPnA/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422683294498094738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E9ucoA_pI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2u-UbZkUPnA/s400/128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2101000696126413804?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2101000696126413804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2101000696126413804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2101000696126413804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2101000696126413804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2010/01/retreat-in-snow.html' title='A Retreat in the snow'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S0E94EhGlyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fPA0xQRTwbU/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5984695247018307924</id><published>2009-12-31T07:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:43:18.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Szy4UnPDEcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wKLTfr_9XPw/s1600-h/Yoga_by_the_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410715716227522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Szy4UnPDEcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wKLTfr_9XPw/s400/Yoga_by_the_water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"... If any man thirsts, let him come unto ME and drink."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-John 7:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-5984695247018307924?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5984695247018307924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5984695247018307924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5984695247018307924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5984695247018307924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Szy4UnPDEcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wKLTfr_9XPw/s72-c/Yoga_by_the_water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6854444770337610381</id><published>2009-12-22T08:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:24:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Don't Go Away- Come Back For Another Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDyK7jy-UI/AAAAAAAAA-w/X9fXv8FJ-10/s1600-h/m125082132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096621327153474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDyK7jy-UI/AAAAAAAAA-w/X9fXv8FJ-10/s400/m125082132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain and snow may be scarce here in Arizona, but my love for rain boots still runs deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's just something about a rain boot that makes me want to slip some on and stylishly splash my way through puddle after puddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately due to the fact that I live in the desert, I have yet to own a pair, but I'm determined to do so someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not like I can just go out and buy the first pair I see... its a process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; choose the rain boots- the rain boots choose &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are some of my favorite boots of the season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418096159415795122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDxwCzi_bI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Np2H3DJnkJA/s400/rubbersole_main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt-TAy1lI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/YbexGrG7Xgg/s1600-h/prodImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418092006237984338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt-TAy1lI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/YbexGrG7Xgg/s400/prodImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt5ColWqI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Rmh0ep8deDY/s1600-h/Cesare+Paciotti+brown+dagger+jacquard+rain+boots+at+blueflycom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418091915942124194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt5ColWqI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Rmh0ep8deDY/s400/Cesare+Paciotti+brown+dagger+jacquard+rain+boots+at+blueflycom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt494MW7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/FDVEmwEO_-g/s1600-h/burberry_stud_rainboots_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418091914665417650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt494MW7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/FDVEmwEO_-g/s400/burberry_stud_rainboots_2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt4uiOvxI/AAAAAAAAA94/a-s_46HFyy0/s1600-h/Burberry+Rainboot+with+disc+embl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418091910546767634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt4uiOvxI/AAAAAAAAA94/a-s_46HFyy0/s400/Burberry+Rainboot+with+disc+embl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt4Jx3I8I/AAAAAAAAA9o/eX9Jpetfvy8/s1600-h/3264000125_599bbf92b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418091900680217538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDt4Jx3I8I/AAAAAAAAA9o/eX9Jpetfvy8/s400/3264000125_599bbf92b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-6854444770337610381?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6854444770337610381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6854444770337610381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6854444770337610381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6854444770337610381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain-rain-dont-go-away-come-back-for.html' title='Rain Rain Don&apos;t Go Away- Come Back For Another Day!'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzDyK7jy-UI/AAAAAAAAA-w/X9fXv8FJ-10/s72-c/m125082132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7596860863737113151</id><published>2009-12-21T22:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:11:00.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzBilAeFGtI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YJ5SgXft4Sc/s1600-h/PMS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417938739647552210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzBilAeFGtI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YJ5SgXft4Sc/s400/PMS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate hormones. &lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel icky and emotional, I feel fat and overly frustrated, I feel impatient and fed up, but most of all I feel like throwing up my hands and falling to my knees in a puddle of tears and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incomprehensible&lt;/span&gt; sobs. My hair is unwashed, my face has no make-up, my clothes are dirty and covered in dog hair, my legs are unshaven and in need of serious lotion, my face is covered in breakouts, and my toe nails are disgustingly unpainted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, I feel icky alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone wanna trade lives??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What no takers?!?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hoping tomorrow will somehow be different. I'm hoping that by some chance miracle I will wake up refreshed, radiant, and ready to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conquer&lt;/span&gt; the world- its definitely unlikely, but a girl can dream right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2823173152452672942-7596860863737113151?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7596860863737113151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7596860863737113151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7596860863737113151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7596860863737113151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-hormones.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SzBilAeFGtI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YJ5SgXft4Sc/s72-c/PMS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6364859021731147809</id><published>2009-12-21T10:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:39:45.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea and Tents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Sy-vLWsJ0lI/AAAAAAAAA9I/X8cikNRrvZ8/s1600-h/tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417741486354190930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Sy-vLWsJ0lI/AAAAAAAAA9I/X8cikNRrvZ8/s400/tent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want this tent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What a magical place to escape to right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can see it now- spending hours on end sitting in the tent drinking my favorite "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; fogs" and reading book after book until I fall asleep surrounded by tiny twinkly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights and the pure satisfaction from knowing my day was well spent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someday... I will have this someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;P.S. London Fog Recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; One Earl Grey Tea Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; 8oz of hot water ( preferably in a cute mug of course )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; 4oz of milk (or my personal favorite- vanilla soy creamer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; 3 tbs of vanilla syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Steep&lt;/span&gt; the tea bag in the hot water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;Heat the creamer/milk and vanilla syrup together in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;Mix the tea with the creamer and syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;Voila! London fog for your enjoyment!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417744527639983090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Sy-x8YXMM_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/b2Uxhc2ETCQ/s400/london+fog.jpg" /&gt;&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/2823173152452672942-6364859021731147809?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6364859021731147809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6364859021731147809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6364859021731147809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6364859021731147809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/tea-and-tents.html' title='Tea and Tents'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Sy-vLWsJ0lI/AAAAAAAAA9I/X8cikNRrvZ8/s72-c/tent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-9016980514685213231</id><published>2009-12-19T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:58:40.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SyzmpAnKx8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/VcHtJ1K1JOQ/s1600-h/silence1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416958044033173442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SyzmpAnKx8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/VcHtJ1K1JOQ/s400/silence1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; "The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~Sylvia Plath (The Bella Jar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-9016980514685213231?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/9016980514685213231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=9016980514685213231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9016980514685213231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/9016980514685213231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/silence-depressed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SyzmpAnKx8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/VcHtJ1K1JOQ/s72-c/silence1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-5641413137099569458</id><published>2009-12-18T17:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:01:54.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She &amp; Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Creativity makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love finding new little pieces of art that inspire me or make me stop and say "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" as I admire its beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fun- you should try it sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This afternoon I ran across a new poster for one of my favorite bands "She &amp;amp; Him"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416744988018004370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Sywk3hGw0ZI/AAAAAAAAA84/DrEV7DoZmGA/s400/She-Him_poster1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just had to share it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and if your a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zooey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deschanel&lt;/span&gt; fan (like me) then check out her band "She &amp;amp; Him" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sheandhim"&gt;here!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-5641413137099569458?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5641413137099569458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=5641413137099569458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5641413137099569458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/5641413137099569458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-him.html' title='She &amp; Him'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Sywk3hGw0ZI/AAAAAAAAA84/DrEV7DoZmGA/s72-c/She-Him_poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-6173264578522675109</id><published>2009-12-17T19:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:05:51.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Reading List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Syrv83MjoQI/AAAAAAAAA8w/wMxKfTLpfFA/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405330754248962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Syrv83MjoQI/AAAAAAAAA8w/wMxKfTLpfFA/s400/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's official- my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; break reading material has been selected!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a lofty goal to read and finish all three novels in four short weeks, two of which are over 500 pages, but with my history of book devouring skills combined with my deep love for literature, I have no doubt it will be accomplished in said time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The books I've chosen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Woman in White - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wilkie&lt;/span&gt; Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Invisible Man -  Ralph Ellison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it shall be a lovely Christmas vacation indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-6173264578522675109?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6173264578522675109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=6173264578522675109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6173264578522675109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/6173264578522675109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-reading-list.html' title='Christmas Reading List'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Syrv83MjoQI/AAAAAAAAA8w/wMxKfTLpfFA/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2047384567909905018</id><published>2009-12-17T12:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:06:37.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its over!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm currently basking in the relief of finally ending my dreaded anatomy/physiology class. Just knowing I wont have to return for another 4 weeks is pure bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm determined to do NOTHING for4 whole weeks straight....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well maybe not exactly... I will be working after all. But to be relieved of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;burden&lt;/span&gt; of studying feels like utter freedom to me at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to celebrate such an event, I've decided a trip to the book store is in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I plan on taking these next 4 weeks to do nothing but submerge myself in a world of literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the past few weeks I've compiled a running list of novels I've been dying to read. Its a rather long and rambling list, but here are some of the titles to get an idea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Heaven's Gate&lt;/strong&gt; - Robert Penn Warren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pursuit of Love&lt;/strong&gt; (book 1)/ &lt;strong&gt;Love in a Cold Climate&lt;/strong&gt; (book 2)/ &lt;strong&gt;Madame &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Pompadour&lt;/strong&gt; - Nancy Mitford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/strong&gt; - Sylvia Plath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doomed Love&lt;/strong&gt; - Virgil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1984&lt;/strong&gt; - George Orwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slaughterhouse 5&lt;/strong&gt; - Kurt Vonnegut (and a few of his short stories as well!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/strong&gt; - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Awakening&lt;/strong&gt; - Kate Chopin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter&lt;/strong&gt; - Katherine Anne Porter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Woman in White&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wilkie&lt;/span&gt; Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Ask Alice&lt;/strong&gt; - Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/strong&gt; - Emily Bronte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/strong&gt; (re-read it)- JD Salinger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stranger&lt;/strong&gt; - Albert Campus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/strong&gt; - Ralph Ellison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wuthering&lt;/span&gt; Heights&lt;/strong&gt; - Emily Bronte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I plan on reading at least 2-3 of these books over break, and of course I'll keep you posted on which ones I choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until then, for those of you looking for a book &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommendation&lt;/span&gt;- I &lt;em&gt;HIGHLY &lt;/em&gt;suggest you read the novel East of Eden by John Steinbeck. It has quickly become one of my favorite books of all time. Steinbeck himself called his final novel "the big book", and was quoted as saying -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in it I have ever been able to learn about my craft or profession all these years. I think everything else I have written has been, in a sense, practice for this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This epic novel of good and evil is well worth exploring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2047384567909905018?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2047384567909905018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2047384567909905018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2047384567909905018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2047384567909905018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2148714978269603771</id><published>2009-12-17T07:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:13:37.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Syo8QnnusAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/6Lk5r63ZubY/s1600-h/finals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416207758077636610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Syo8QnnusAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/6Lk5r63ZubY/s400/finals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate school finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate studying and cramming and feeling as if I've not done nearly enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the thought that somehow a grade is a kind of determinate for how intelligent, worthy or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; of a human being I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that my best always seems to feel inadequate in my own eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to be self critical and overly anxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I embrace ambivalence- determined not to let a simple test denote my worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I've left this semester with a greater knowledge than that which I had before, I consider that a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2148714978269603771?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2148714978269603771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2148714978269603771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2148714978269603771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2148714978269603771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-exams.html' title='Final Exams'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/Syo8QnnusAI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/6Lk5r63ZubY/s72-c/finals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-7641206808926291408</id><published>2009-12-15T22:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:29:13.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron and Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been almost a month since my last blog post and I think its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; safe to say I am a horrible blogger. Despite the chaos and busyness in my life, I'm all to aware that these are merely excuses to cover up for my lack of commitment to writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, sometimes words simply fail me. Sometimes my overly self critical mind refuses to let me pour out my heart and soul in fear that it will somehow be rejected or come across as trite and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ungenuine&lt;/span&gt;. I've found that with every sentence I write, at least ten others had come before it. Maybe its the perfectionist in me, or maybe its my fear of being misunderstood, but whatever the reason- I seem to have run up against a wall I can't penetrate. So as I struggle to find my footing in this overly complicated mixed up head of mine, here is a little something I can offer you.... a song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find when words fail to communicate emotion, music has a way of reaching into my soul and pulling out a part of me I never knew existed. I've recently submerged myself in a world of beautiful music- a world I feel I understand far better than I understand myself at times. If you've not heard of the band Iron and Wine it'd be well worth your time to check them out. Their song "Flightless Bird" makes me cry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I hear it... I have no words or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; as to why, but I'm content not to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is for you to enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35d9b410029c6b55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35d9b410029c6b55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1371BA46F86B9724BBC4A9A8EE2417B3D05BF825.45DB89DB834C45B1742E95A767449C1302122E4A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35d9b410029c6b55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0yCHIgab4vBu6tksLAh01X2J-zg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35d9b410029c6b55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1371BA46F86B9724BBC4A9A8EE2417B3D05BF825.45DB89DB834C45B1742E95A767449C1302122E4A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35d9b410029c6b55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0yCHIgab4vBu6tksLAh01X2J-zg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-7641206808926291408?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7641206808926291408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=7641206808926291408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7641206808926291408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/7641206808926291408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/iron-and-wine.html' title='Iron and Wine'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2750337920217637450</id><published>2009-12-01T08:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:17:00.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~ John Steinbeck (East of Eden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2750337920217637450?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2750337920217637450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2750337920217637450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2750337920217637450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2750337920217637450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-new-love-for-that-glittering.html' title=''/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-2256707893069258921</id><published>2009-11-28T19:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:21:28.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with string&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are a few of my &lt;strong&gt;favorite things&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love for reading extends far beyond any normal healthy obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHfZ8mIhHI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HKq5OSdW_SM/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409350264304469106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHfZ8mIhHI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HKq5OSdW_SM/s400/books.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2.&lt;/strong&gt; *SNIFF* &lt;em&gt;ahhh &lt;/em&gt;- the smell of rain, the darkness of the clouds, and the dreary dampness all around... I quite simply love it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe7RSnDlI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WhPNo-CF2XA/s1600/rainy-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409349737283784274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe7RSnDlI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WhPNo-CF2XA/s400/rainy-day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 3.&lt;/strong&gt; Any cake in the shape of a woodland creature is a work of pure genius if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe7Pig1YI/AAAAAAAAA8A/qrRNhKIUHGM/s1600/owl+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409349736813614466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe7Pig1YI/AAAAAAAAA8A/qrRNhKIUHGM/s400/owl+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Dark nail polish makes me happy. Its suits my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe6wStv4I/AAAAAAAAA74/z20An9ivkHU/s1600/nail+polish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409349728425852802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe6wStv4I/AAAAAAAAA74/z20An9ivkHU/s400/nail+polish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Clever signs make me laugh- I think every past boyfriend of mine can relate to this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe6s9wc3I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Dcbu-nccOrY/s1600/il_430xN_100015092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409349727532643186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe6s9wc3I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Dcbu-nccOrY/s400/il_430xN_100015092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Coffee with friends- too beautiful for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe6AFO2gI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ojEHL2pijdc/s1600/coffee+with+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409349715484400130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHe6AFO2gI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ojEHL2pijdc/s400/coffee+with+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; And of course my favorite new artist Laura Marling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her sound is hypnotic, her lyrics poetic, and her spirit free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6c96dfbba8d86ee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6c96dfbba8d86ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7633803CE3BB39B146C06E9E3FF7187A6F701FEB.7A8DC8B029208A22F63BA86D52B4E039CA3A5CEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6c96dfbba8d86ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9qDLDNIazrqWEgzvvDQTtj_Eh7k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6c96dfbba8d86ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331208563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7633803CE3BB39B146C06E9E3FF7187A6F701FEB.7A8DC8B029208A22F63BA86D52B4E039CA3A5CEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6c96dfbba8d86ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9qDLDNIazrqWEgzvvDQTtj_Eh7k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823173152452672942-2256707893069258921?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2256707893069258921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=2256707893069258921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2256707893069258921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/2256707893069258921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite Things'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxHfZ8mIhHI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HKq5OSdW_SM/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823173152452672942.post-8201366733235070967</id><published>2009-11-27T15:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:37:21.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxBidZNcJgI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3djqjAqggU8/s1600/ty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408931409594951170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxBidZNcJgI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3djqjAqggU8/s400/ty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It should be no surprise to you by now that I never seem to do anything in a conventional or timely manner. So excuse my inexcusable lateness in writing this very special blog post. &lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday was an important day in the Anderson household as it officially marked my sweet nephew Ty's second birthday. I can hardly believe my handsome little man isn't so little anymore. It seems everyday he has a new word, sentence, or clever way to me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing lights up my day like a bear hug from Ty when I walk through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart melts every time he says my name, and I can never help but laugh at the many funny expressions that are always on his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no boy more precious than my nephew, and according to his mother and I- there will quite simply never be a woman good enough for him... besides "mom" and "aunt emily" of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Ty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2823173152452672942-8201366733235070967?l=emilymriolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8201366733235070967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823173152452672942&amp;postID=8201366733235070967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8201366733235070967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823173152452672942/posts/default/8201366733235070967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilymriolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-ty.html' title='Happy Birthday Ty'/><author><name>emily morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941957729285489690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/S9oCXQn4BaI/AAAAAAAABTA/dPqZF5hflNk/S220/emily7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7LEf6BmCXI/SxBidZNcJgI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3djqjAqggU8/s72-c/ty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
