<?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-2559952928864757177</id><updated>2011-11-18T15:18:41.973-06:00</updated><category term='Auburn'/><category term='Apartment'/><category term='Lucy'/><category term='Isabell'/><category term='Bobby'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Nerdiness'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Battlestar Galactica'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Claire'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Wetumpka'/><category term='Modest Mouse'/><category term='Spring Break'/><category term='Job-hunt'/><title type='text'>Hello, my name is ___________.</title><subtitle type='html'>My real-life ramblings about graduation, Grad School, family, friends, Bozeman and an occasional good movie or recipe. I apologize in advance. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8047393857714659986</id><published>2011-11-09T18:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:18:42.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NODAC: New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUfHerq4nSA/TsbIBxiswcI/AAAAAAAABB0/X0uyw8uPjXM/s1600/388016_10100440247257831_7018036_52062066_197993577_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUfHerq4nSA/TsbIBxiswcI/AAAAAAAABB0/X0uyw8uPjXM/s320/388016_10100440247257831_7018036_52062066_197993577_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676444313151390146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me tell you, New Orleans is a wonderful, wonderful city...and I must go back...soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to New Orleans multiple times, some for fun and some for service. It's just a beautiful city with a lot of life. Luckily, we had time to venture out from the conference and partake in that city life. We did all the touristy things--Cafe Du Monde, The Presbytere, Jackson Square and of course Bourbon Street...despite a minor incident that ended in gun shots, we survived...no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to catch up with some of the loves of my life over good food and drinks and got to extend my network with new friends. I love traveling...especially when it includes people that I love...I just wish Jordano could have joined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go to the "Living with Hurricanes, Katrina &amp; Beyond" exhibit in the Louisiana State Museum. It was incredible. It definitely brought back memories of Hurricane Katrina and the clean-up trip that I got to go on with my church in Auburn. Overall, it was very powerful and presented quite an accurate story of the failed communication and devastation that consumed NOLA after the storm. It also brought up images and emotions from the Tuscaloosa tornado earlier this year...while the devastation paled in comparison, it still wrecked a place that was near and dear to my heart. The artifacts, videos, testimonies and just plain wreckage reminded me of the people behind the storm and made me kind of long for a pre-Katrina, pre-Tuscaloosa life. It's probably because I was younger then, but everything seemed so much simpler...so much clearer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes me sad about this trip is how close to home I was...so close, but not close enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CmHfv6X8kM/TsbJHaif6MI/AAAAAAAABCk/eWpFu7LPetw/s1600/393525_10100440264997281_7018036_52062207_1408744303_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CmHfv6X8kM/TsbJHaif6MI/AAAAAAAABCk/eWpFu7LPetw/s320/393525_10100440264997281_7018036_52062207_1408744303_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676445509567375554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3wMhJAN3NY/TsbJHKPZsYI/AAAAAAAABCY/sTvWb_raaIg/s1600/382630_10100440264438401_7018036_52062202_1169609206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3wMhJAN3NY/TsbJHKPZsYI/AAAAAAAABCY/sTvWb_raaIg/s320/382630_10100440264438401_7018036_52062202_1169609206_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676445505192309122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1rWGM9FChs/TsbJG9bPLBI/AAAAAAAABCI/ubHjGO4z-Zg/s1600/377580_10100440266269731_7018036_52062216_698488353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1rWGM9FChs/TsbJG9bPLBI/AAAAAAAABCI/ubHjGO4z-Zg/s320/377580_10100440266269731_7018036_52062216_698488353_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676445501752290322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn_KHQoBn6Q/TsbJG0ojPpI/AAAAAAAABCA/cWj-X6cT-j4/s1600/298700_10100440255695921_7018036_52062136_1053015048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn_KHQoBn6Q/TsbJG0ojPpI/AAAAAAAABCA/cWj-X6cT-j4/s320/298700_10100440255695921_7018036_52062136_1053015048_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676445499392212626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8047393857714659986?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8047393857714659986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8047393857714659986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8047393857714659986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8047393857714659986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/11/nodac-new-orleans.html' title='NODAC: New Orleans'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUfHerq4nSA/TsbIBxiswcI/AAAAAAAABB0/X0uyw8uPjXM/s72-c/388016_10100440247257831_7018036_52062066_197993577_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8659310236059477904</id><published>2011-10-12T00:43:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:56:57.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life (recently)</title><content type='html'>I am trying to get back into the swing of blogging more. I think sleep took priority over sharing my riveting life with you all...shoot me. :) But I have definitely missed the reflection and therapy I got from blogging, so I hope this will be the refocusing I need. If not, I'll just power through and deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy hectic, per usual...but I think I am somewhat adjusting. Jordan starts on his movie tomorrow, which is super exciting but equally tragic since that means I am without him in my life for the next 31 days. Because of this, I was uncharacteristically pessimistic today....which I really didn't like...and a lot of people noticed. So, in an effort to rectify this...here's a post about the fun things I have been up to lately. Disclaimer: Some of these may possibly (most definitely) be more than a few months old...but they're still fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 4th of July with Jordan and his fam. There were sparklers...fireworks and these awesome lantern things. So cool...and peaceful...until the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L2l-ozandA/TqUKqkdQ0FI/AAAAAAAABAo/H1JSCUKTxbk/s1600/307575_10100390816143181_7018036_51691093_850960998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L2l-ozandA/TqUKqkdQ0FI/AAAAAAAABAo/H1JSCUKTxbk/s320/307575_10100390816143181_7018036_51691093_850960998_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666947432572833874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrvW5kc2z78/TqUKqpdQbNI/AAAAAAAABAg/-nGrcoy1ky8/s1600/294705_10100390816078311_7018036_51691092_770392075_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MrvW5kc2z78/TqUKqpdQbNI/AAAAAAAABAg/-nGrcoy1ky8/s320/294705_10100390816078311_7018036_51691092_770392075_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666947433914985682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Naturals game! A group of us "chaperoned" a Natruals game...and it was awesome. I love the people I work with....and Jordan got to come! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYRMVtjmCDw/TqUHyglNL2I/AAAAAAAABAI/KkzA6_iWGSo/s1600/303623_652924707111_62002169_33471695_3661346_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYRMVtjmCDw/TqUHyglNL2I/AAAAAAAABAI/KkzA6_iWGSo/s320/303623_652924707111_62002169_33471695_3661346_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666944270436478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHIY-JWsO04/TqUGmo94Y6I/AAAAAAAABAA/hsAO2OuZL2s/s1600/2011-08-28_19-28-29_445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHIY-JWsO04/TqUGmo94Y6I/AAAAAAAABAA/hsAO2OuZL2s/s320/2011-08-28_19-28-29_445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666942967017399202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HfHmq0isqr4/TqUK1T091eI/AAAAAAAABBc/nXcssi3x-Vk/s1600/315771_10100390815045381_7018036_51691085_914599960_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HfHmq0isqr4/TqUK1T091eI/AAAAAAAABBc/nXcssi3x-Vk/s320/315771_10100390815045381_7018036_51691085_914599960_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666947617087411682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I had my first employment birthday at the University of Arkansas...and came to the office to find this! Have I mentioned that the people I work with are beyond awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSnS9MfuxVM/TqUE7P5mNgI/AAAAAAAAA_g/m6PKygX7NTA/s1600/2011-08-02_19-38-09_700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSnS9MfuxVM/TqUE7P5mNgI/AAAAAAAAA_g/m6PKygX7NTA/s320/2011-08-02_19-38-09_700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666941122042541570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjXR4PBOpeo/TqUE6u_eHKI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/oLDczG3Ti-Q/s1600/2011-08-02_19-37-58_152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjXR4PBOpeo/TqUE6u_eHKI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/oLDczG3Ti-Q/s320/2011-08-02_19-37-58_152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666941113208806562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I moved! So far, so good...no complaints! And they have ducks!!! Which Claire and I fed when they visited in August. I miss that kid like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ik3um5Ht3jQ/TqUE6Zo0N1I/AAAAAAAAA_I/NAdinu2Efx0/s1600/2011-07-25_09-28-38_517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ik3um5Ht3jQ/TqUE6Zo0N1I/AAAAAAAAA_I/NAdinu2Efx0/s320/2011-07-25_09-28-38_517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666941107476641618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RToZ_v519TA/TqUE6AU3YbI/AAAAAAAAA_A/XInx9AuVKgQ/s1600/2011-07-29_15-36-31_519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RToZ_v519TA/TqUE6AU3YbI/AAAAAAAAA_A/XInx9AuVKgQ/s320/2011-07-29_15-36-31_519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666941100682076594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I gambled for the first time ever. Seriously overrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTb3bHzUIzA/TqUE5yUJslI/AAAAAAAAA-0/nSgx-rzifdQ/s1600/2011-07-12_20-30-35_154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTb3bHzUIzA/TqUE5yUJslI/AAAAAAAAA-0/nSgx-rzifdQ/s320/2011-07-12_20-30-35_154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666941096920986194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. GIRL TALK. Yes, I got to go to a Girl Talk concert...and it was epic, of course! Be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNOrbc5LvHs/TqUKrHBRilI/AAAAAAAABBM/ZdmJYzS4wwM/s1600/320041_10100390806342821_7018036_51690961_1594778246_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNOrbc5LvHs/TqUKrHBRilI/AAAAAAAABBM/ZdmJYzS4wwM/s320/320041_10100390806342821_7018036_51690961_1594778246_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666947441850681938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeV04lw4IoY/TqUKq6ne4vI/AAAAAAAABBE/teqRhnhvLgQ/s1600/301210_10100390806747011_7018036_51690970_733194150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeV04lw4IoY/TqUKq6ne4vI/AAAAAAAABBE/teqRhnhvLgQ/s320/301210_10100390806747011_7018036_51690970_733194150_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666947438521279218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I finally went to the Fayetteville Farmer's Market. And it was awesome! I bought these beautiful flowers....too bad this was the only pic I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAEQQDLSaoY/TqUJjebTfJI/AAAAAAAABAU/XgS4Hip03V4/s1600/2011-08-03_21-17-33_529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAEQQDLSaoY/TqUJjebTfJI/AAAAAAAABAU/XgS4Hip03V4/s320/2011-08-03_21-17-33_529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666946211183295634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Football. The best season there is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_e11i_Fk9Ok/TqUKq9vshuI/AAAAAAAABA0/Gr5bO6YOk5A/s1600/309063_10100390814661151_7018036_51691084_1645268192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_e11i_Fk9Ok/TqUKq9vshuI/AAAAAAAABA0/Gr5bO6YOk5A/s320/309063_10100390814661151_7018036_51691084_1645268192_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666947439361033954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8659310236059477904?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8659310236059477904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8659310236059477904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8659310236059477904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8659310236059477904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-recently.html' title='Life (recently)'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L2l-ozandA/TqUKqkdQ0FI/AAAAAAAABAo/H1JSCUKTxbk/s72-c/307575_10100390816143181_7018036_51691093_850960998_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7572442482725409385</id><published>2011-09-28T19:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:03:58.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back in the groove...</title><content type='html'>You know when you have one of those days when life is just hectic? And no matter what grand plans and good intentions you have, you just can't please everyone or get everything done? That's been my life for a little bit. Up until today, that annoyed me....but then I just kind of seemed to get over it. It was odd, but quite refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Weekend is over, and despite some hateful rain and a heck of a lot of people, I consider it a success. Of course there are things that I want to improve upon...but there's always next year...and then the next year and so on and so forth. Progress, people....progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attacked my to-do list this last week and a half and am pleased to say that I officially finished a work to-do list for the first time ever without having to rewrite it for legibility issues or space constraints. IT FELT GOOD! And because it felt so good, I have made a to-do list for my personal life too. I guess you could say that this is a little bit of a "get it together" month, reminiscent of the one I had in March...yet this one is much more calm and laid back, which is A-OK with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I guess what I am trying to say is that I am pretty fricking excited about where I am in my life. Sure, there are things that need attention in the near future, but regardless...I have a good job, wonderful friends and family and an amazing boyfriend. Life is slowing down and I do have the time to work on the areas that need improvement and attention....specifically my sad(ish) apartment and my non-existent work out regimen. There is no longer tons of excuses or late nights at work. I can get stuff done and that has left me pretty pumped, extremely satisfied and ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome. I think I'll have a glass of celebratory wine...I deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7572442482725409385?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7572442482725409385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7572442482725409385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7572442482725409385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7572442482725409385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-back-in-groove.html' title='Getting back in the groove...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-169652731731885150</id><published>2011-08-09T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:21:58.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uuqteiZejg/TkHqguIPMVI/AAAAAAAAA9s/5FL4We7Onug/s1600/56607805_xGYWjxiV_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uuqteiZejg/TkHqguIPMVI/AAAAAAAAA9s/5FL4We7Onug/s400/56607805_xGYWjxiV_c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639046056303866194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently long lost and neglected is my blog's new style....it's the latest fall fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough. In case you didn't know. Especially at work, in Arkansas, during the month of August in particular. We have a large amount of work for ourselves in the next month, which I dreaded/freaked out about until this evening...about 5 minutes ago to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, while encountering Lucille who was waiting for me/welcoming me home (even though I was super late), while talking to Jordan and having him listen to me rant about life and mainly my stupid work computer breaking, while walking into my new, cheaper apartment that my awesome parents and sister (and niece!) set up for me, that it's all about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, there are sucky things about my life right now...mainly the entire month of August...yes, I have developed a (not so) small eye twitch that is somewhat (very) distracting....yes, I have worked more than a few late nights in the last few weeks. BUT there are SOOOOOO many awesome things about my life that I am shamefully overlooking. I have a wonderful family, complete with the cutest niece in the world. I have a boyfriend who loves me enough to listen to me relentlessly complain about how electronics are the bane of my existence...and he's cute. And I have a roof over my head, a car to transport me, food to nourish me and Lucille to annoy me (keep me company). I AM BLESSED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To motivate myself through this month of hell, I need to gain/keep/harness my perspective. Use it as fuel for my work. But most of all, throughout the stress, nonsense, changing of minds, lack of decisions, emotions, long nights and whatever else comes my way, I need to remember why I do the things I do...who those things are for....and why those things are important. And most of all, let the people/things in my life know that I appreciate them, more than they could EVER, EVER know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-169652731731885150?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/169652731731885150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=169652731731885150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/169652731731885150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/169652731731885150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/08/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uuqteiZejg/TkHqguIPMVI/AAAAAAAAA9s/5FL4We7Onug/s72-c/56607805_xGYWjxiV_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4237395693662870849</id><published>2011-07-20T19:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:44:43.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>I could coax you all into blaming Jordan again for my lack of posting....or I could apologize profusely. Or I could just move on and get to writing....which I am sure would be the most logical option, considering that's what we're here for any way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I decided my life was calm enough to post, I was hoping to move, then definitely moving, then definitely not moving and then finally moving....which is where I stand now. And I promise you if anything happens between now and Monday, July 25th, I will begin embarking on a series of conniption fits....and Fayetteville (yep, that's right--all of it) will fill my wrath. It's been a long process, but I think it's all going to work out quite nicely. I'm at a good apartment complex....a whole whopping 3 minutes (if you're driving -18) away from where I currently live. How I have lived so close for almost a year and it's gone unnoticed is beyond me, but that is unimportant now. They take pets and had two bedrooms available, situated nicely within my price range. So all is well! My savings account is so thankful! And thank goodness for Jordan Hughes and his angelic friends who are not just helping me move, but moving me while I work! They're awesome....beyond it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the main conundrum is the lack of packing I have done. I move in five days and have one box semi-packed. Sure, I have "gone through" some stuff and I have "purged" a few things. Yep, I have "cleaned" my closet and taken things off the walls....but I have not wrapped, packed, stacked, sorted, organized or transported a single thing. This weekend sure is going to be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following conundrum after that....my parents are making the trek back to Arkansas...2 DAYS AFTER I MOVE! Who thought this was a good idea? We all know it wasn't me! Just to set the stage a little bit....when my family has come to visit me in the past, this is how it goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison cleans - Alison cleans some more - Alison doesn't sleep the night before because she is still cleaning - parents arrive - parents start cleaning because the apartment isn't clean enough - arguments ensue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am just gearing myself up for the catastrophe that awaits me on July 27th. Hopefully, since they know about the whole moving thing, they'll understand the chaos. If not, I will just lock my bedroom door and hold my niece captive with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucille is adjusting to the idea of moving quite well--this morning upon waking up and readying myself for work, I walk into the living room to find that she had gotten sick (that's the nice way to say that she threw up) all over my couch. Thank you, Lucy...thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier/less gross note...I have resumed reading again. And no, it isn't and never will be Harry Potter. I've purchased at least four books since moving here, thinking surely that I'd have some free time to read...but it hasn't been the case. Nothing has really changed much, except I am forcing myself/not allowing myself to read/make excuses. So, I've been reading The Help recently, and I must say, I was a little lulled by the first few chapters. I mainly blame that on my mindset and my fake ADD because since then, it has definitely picked up and I am more than pumped for the movie to come out...even though I know the book will be better than the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad reading doesn't equal packing; otherwise I would be in a much better place than where I am currently...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4237395693662870849?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4237395693662870849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4237395693662870849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4237395693662870849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4237395693662870849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1675328774749883268</id><published>2011-06-19T23:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:12:33.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame Jordan...</title><content type='html'>Hello, long-lost, neglected blog (you'd think that I changed the name of the blog to that).....I would apologize for not blogging more often, but that would mean that I have to accept blame for not blogging and that, I cannot do. I blame Jordan. So, you should really direct your anger towards him. He deserves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty though, it's been a while. And I am saddened by this fact. So much so, that instead of laying my head upon my heavenly pillow and counting sheep until sleep happens, I am furiously and fervently typing away....probably making little to no sense. I will apologize for that one.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a roller coaster, per usual. Very busy due to Orientation and the influx of concerned parentals that have recently entered my life......BUT I LOVE IT!!!! This time of year always renews my passion for Student Affairs and my job in general. It gets trying at times and there are some tears, but all in all, my love prevails thus making all things right in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am preparing to move...or should I say, hoping to move....my lease is up at the end of July and after more than a few failed promises and unreturned phone calls, I began my search for new (by new, I mean something that is not Mountain Ranch + awesome + affordable) housing. The problem I am facing is that new (something that is not Mountain Ranch + awesome + affordable) housing is not attainable in the Northwest Arkansas area. How unfortunate. But I have not given up hope just yet....I will be successful....I have to be. I promise to post pics of this apartment before I leave, so you can reflect fondly and envision the interesting life that is mine. I know you're jealous--as you should be. And yes, I know I've made this promise before....don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, who knew owning a cat/pet could put you in such a predicament.....the main issue I find in apartment hunting is Lucille. If she wasn't so awesome/hateful, I would consider allowing Dionne and Geraldo to be graced with her presence in Alabama, but alas, she is and I would be broken and alone without her. Probably because she would shank me if I temporarily reassigned her housing arrangements, but whatever. Forgive me for thinking that a $300 pet deposit plus an ADDITIONAL $25 a month is a little bit beyond ridiculous. So, hopefully the magical house fairy will think of me and open up a nice apartment/townhome/duplex that's pet friendly, has 2 bedrooms and is not sketchy as hell in the NOT EXCESSIVELY EXPENSIVE price range. Until then though, I guess I will always have my dreams.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1675328774749883268?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1675328774749883268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1675328774749883268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1675328774749883268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1675328774749883268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/06/blame-jordan.html' title='Blame Jordan...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-5889463175397549733</id><published>2011-06-02T00:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:44:51.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally got a phone upgrade, so you get an Etsy post! :)</title><content type='html'>I thought a new Etsy post was well past due....and why not have a phone themed one since........I got a new phone!!!!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRac9xp_J1o/TecfUW-swwI/AAAAAAAAA78/Dg96QHLei4U/s1600/tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRac9xp_J1o/TecfUW-swwI/AAAAAAAAA78/Dg96QHLei4U/s400/tech.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613489895167017730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70168483/iretrofone-classic-bluetooth"&gt;refurbished retro phone&lt;/a&gt;, top middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/75241612/leather-iphoneitouchhtc-desiremozart"&gt;leather/lace patterned sleeve&lt;/a&gt;, middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/75230661/blue-cassette-unqiue-apple-iphone-4"&gt;blue cassette cover &lt;/a&gt;, bottom middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/71520240/10-off-dads-and-grads-special-iphoneipod"&gt;docking station&lt;/a&gt;, top right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74710362/promotion-buy-3-get-1-free-gray-silver"&gt;phone wristlet&lt;/a&gt;, bottom right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74640568/natural-bamboo-case-for-apple-ipod-touch"&gt;natural bamboo phone case&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-5889463175397549733?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/5889463175397549733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=5889463175397549733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5889463175397549733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5889463175397549733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-finally-got-phone-upgrade-so-you-get.html' title='I finally got a phone upgrade, so you get an Etsy post! :)'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRac9xp_J1o/TecfUW-swwI/AAAAAAAAA78/Dg96QHLei4U/s72-c/tech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8947218375002226844</id><published>2011-06-01T20:48:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:42:49.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering from Alabama...</title><content type='html'>Being home was AMAZING. I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved seeing my family and friends and just hanging out with Jordan. Seriously it was an awesome trip. And I'm not going to lie, one of the best parts was having somebody with me on the ridiculous drive! So, Jordan Hughes, you're a doll...for many other reasons besides just accompanying me, but a doll nonetheless. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out in Tuscaloosa to visit my grandmother...a day early because we were fearful of the flooding in Memphis/Mississippi and didn't want to get detoured too terribly bad. We spent the night with her and then the next morning ventured out into Tuscaloosa to explore/show Jordan around/kill time while we waited to see my Granny. I was in no way prepared for what the city of Tuscaloosa had in store for us. The tornado damage was even worse than what the pictures and footage led anyone to believe. My mind could not fathom the emptiness. It was so unbelievably sad. I have experienced natural disasters in the past. I did relief/recovery work after Katrina....so I thought I was prepared. But I think it's a lot more real when it's your town....your alma mater....and your memories. Thankfully, the time came to go and see my Granny, which is always wonderful. I miss my grandmothers sooooooooooo much. They don't know how lucky I feel to call them mine. All in all the Tuscaloosa visit was good and everyone seemed to approve of Jordan. We also squeezed in a visit to Newk's and Yogurt Mountain! And it was phenomenal as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ventured homeward to hang out with the fam, celebrate Claire's birthday and really just relax. First thing we did once we got home was blow bubbles with Claire....have I mentioned lately that I love/miss that kid?? I also realized how much I missed having dogs around the house.....especially cute ones like Millie and Rayner! This only makes the whole Paul thing even more urgent. While in Wetumpka, we did the whole bridge thing, saw some Big Fish stuff, played at the park with Bear and got my driver's license redone. Basically, we accomplished lots. I was proud. We did manage a day trip to Auburn in there sometime too, which was unexpected but totally amazing! Got to see the trees, eat at Big Blue Bagel, drink the lemonade and tour the loveliest village on the plains, which was in fact lovely. Great success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Mob-town to get my gril hitched....which was exciting and kind of sad at the same time. She looked WONDERFUL! I cannot begin to explain how gorgeous she was. So glad she included me in such a special day. Seriously, one of the best weddings I've ever been to! Good job Kat-tab, Day-Day and Gril (and everyone else because I know a lot more people helped)!!! Love y'all, mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then sadly, we had to come home....not going to talk about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only three bad things that resulted from the trip.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I missed Lucille. Like, a lot....she's the spawn of Satan, but I lurve her. It didn't make it any better that DJ had to put up with some crazy drama when he was trying to feed Goose due to a faulty key. Not to mentioned the fact that he had to venture out in the storm of the century to get my awesome (sarcasm) apartment complex to make him a new one. But alas, all is well....and DJ is forever on my good list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't see everyone that I wanted to...but then again, I never do. It would take at least two weeks to make it through all of my rounds. One day, I will have saved up enough time to make that happen....one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am now sick, sick, sick. I started feeling not so great on Sunday night and it kind of progressed from there. Slowly, but surely. The long and short of it is....I have strep, a full blown migraine and a pulled muscle or two in my neck. Isn't that loverly?? Honestly though, now that I am severely medicated, I feel tons better. And blogging whilst on pain killers is fun! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Alabama, seeing my friends and family, watching my gril get married to another bff and introducing Jordan to my life/state/people was worth getting sick. I'd do it again next week if I had the option....and the vacation days! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8947218375002226844?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8947218375002226844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8947218375002226844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8947218375002226844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8947218375002226844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/06/recovering-from-alabama.html' title='Recovering from Alabama...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4863866865562124365</id><published>2011-05-19T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:59:13.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Alabama...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have been counting down for Alabama since December, when I was still there....yet somehow, it has snuck up on me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In so many ways I am beyond ready to be there. I want to wish my Claire-Bear a happy birthday, help my gril prepare for her wedding (OMG, I honestly almost teared up!), visit with my students/friends from Tuscaloosa, help Jordan explore the South and just be with my people/family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in some ways, I am really NOT ready to be there....I know that I'm not prepared for what Tuscaloosa holds for me. That place has literally served as a second home to me my entire life, and to see it devastated is going to be unreal. I've seen pictures and heard a ton of stories...but I know those won't do justice to what actually is, or is not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless if I am ready or not, it's happening....in three (or two) short days. AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4863866865562124365?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4863866865562124365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4863866865562124365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4863866865562124365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4863866865562124365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/05/preparing-for-alabama.html' title='Preparing for Alabama...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-6293227672538155242</id><published>2011-05-12T23:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:30:03.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul-ease buy him for me!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is inevitable at this point....I have resisted the urge far too long now...and honestly, I'm about to give in. I want a dog. And not just any dog, the PERFECT dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kH8dQY0gK4/TdIGkftDC7I/AAAAAAAAA70/wYjcLcCg1fk/s1600/boston-terrier-puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kH8dQY0gK4/TdIGkftDC7I/AAAAAAAAA70/wYjcLcCg1fk/s320/boston-terrier-puppies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607551710085188530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me, then you know what I mean by the perfect dog. For at least five years now (that is definitely an underestimate), I have wanted a Paul....aka a Boston Terrier. This is him...even though he doesn't exist, at least not in my life currently. I wish owning a dog was easier...this whole potty training business is the thing that holds me back. Not having a backyard really puts a cramp in my dog owning style. Gosh, Mountain Ranch....you continuously fail me! Maybe I could litter box train him...though I doubt Lucille would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone get him for me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days until Alabama!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-6293227672538155242?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/6293227672538155242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=6293227672538155242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6293227672538155242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6293227672538155242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/05/paul-ease-buy-him-for-me.html' title='Paul-ease buy him for me!!!!!!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kH8dQY0gK4/TdIGkftDC7I/AAAAAAAAA70/wYjcLcCg1fk/s72-c/boston-terrier-puppies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8145869017413926649</id><published>2011-05-02T22:23:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:44:24.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life since March 24th...</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I have to make a list for my life in order to get things accomplished these days....mainly blogging. But I'll spare you the awesome rant/apologies for another day and just update you on life in general. (BTW, is it weird that every time I type/write the word "general" I say it in my head as "henerrral" as if it were some kind of Spanish word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been happening all around me, and honestly I don't know where to begin. April seriously flew by....I would like to have it back. kthanks! In abbreviated form (because this is all I can remember anyway), this is what life has been like since March 24th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Family Reunion...it came and it went. There will be some changes next year, but all in all, it was good. The movie, Morning Glory had a few more cuss words than my heart could take and an inopportune sex scene...but there were no little kids, so it all worked out, thank goodness. The tailgate was good....luckily we had it inside Brough, since it was freezing outside. The whole weekend really made me ready for Family Weekend. I am ready to get things rolling and make stuff happen....and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logistics Retreat...it also came and went.  Basically, my wonderful hosts, the Office of New Student Orientation aka Justin invited me to attend this weekend rendezvous in Eureka Springs to provide my insight into Orientation for parents. We made some good progress and I am excited/ready to get this shindig underway. Here's to a crazy June! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdwHzZTmZPM/TdH8Nu_cVAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9nR2VrUn8nA/s1600/230090_10100225964871451_7018036_50012265_7664040_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdwHzZTmZPM/TdH8Nu_cVAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9nR2VrUn8nA/s320/230090_10100225964871451_7018036_50012265_7664040_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607540323935605762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent my first Easter, sans family with Jordano and his mom and dad. It was pretty great...minus the fact that I wished I was with my family....especially Claire. But alas, I survived and she did too...maybe I can convince my sister to indulge me and post some pictures of her hunting eggs. But I'm not holding my breath. My Easter was pretty rocking though...in true Leach family tradition, I dyed eggs. Be proud, Dionne. And to really bring it all home.....I cooked hashbrown casserole! I'm big time now!! :) Who cares if we ate it at 11:00 Easter night??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random work stuff happened, but honestly it escapes me at this point....that's what happens when you don't post for a bajillion years. We did have a carnival at the University....pretty ballin' if I do say so myself. Yes, I do have the most awesome job ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8145869017413926649?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8145869017413926649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8145869017413926649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8145869017413926649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8145869017413926649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-since-march-24th.html' title='Life since March 24th...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdwHzZTmZPM/TdH8Nu_cVAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/9nR2VrUn8nA/s72-c/230090_10100225964871451_7018036_50012265_7664040_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4511507810436060658</id><published>2011-04-28T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:21:16.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Tuscaloosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5ohIVzIZLuQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to Tuscaloosa and the other communities affected by the April 27th tornadoes. Tuscaloosa is where my family lives, where my students go to school and where a big part of my heart remains. Keep them in your thoughts and prayers as they begin recovery efforts and rebuild their city....if you can donate, please do. You have no idea how much this means to them...and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4511507810436060658?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4511507810436060658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4511507810436060658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4511507810436060658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4511507810436060658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-heart-goes-out-to-tuscaloosa-and.html' title='Prayers for Tuscaloosa'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5ohIVzIZLuQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-805680191812311798</id><published>2011-03-24T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:55:42.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Home) Sweet Home Alabama!</title><content type='html'>I'm missing Alabama today...maybe it's the recent visit from the parentals (which I survived!) that did it, but nonetheless, I am hurting for that sweet Alabama sunshine and some love from my Claire-Bear (and puppies!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in an effort to squash this homesick feeling, I give you....an Alabama themed Etsy post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTWs...I would kill for that Alabama necklace. WANT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rOG3Jz212Y/TYvZxTLB6wI/AAAAAAAAA7k/9HNmjfBOYMg/s1600/Alabama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rOG3Jz212Y/TYvZxTLB6wI/AAAAAAAAA7k/9HNmjfBOYMg/s400/Alabama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587799203666586370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62730841/vintage-map-of-alabama-with-tiger"&gt;Map of Alabama with butterfly&lt;/a&gt;, top middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/69311362/alabama-heart-of-dixie-state-pendant"&gt;Alabama necklace&lt;/a&gt;, top right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70653862/alabama-card-set-5-hello"&gt;Alabama card set&lt;/a&gt;, bottom left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/52320611/alabama-state-pillow"&gt;Alabama pillow&lt;/a&gt;, bottom middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65449955/vintage-alabama-postcard-greetings-from"&gt;Vintage postcard of Alabama&lt;/a&gt;, bottom right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/30222095/hand-painted-sweet-home-alabama-polka"&gt;Sweet home Alabama sign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we Alabamians love football, I figured this was fitting too....can someone get me this for Christmas? I'll find a place in my apartment for it, rest assured!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvieEkT08jY/TYuwdAlsg6I/AAAAAAAAA7c/PiQKpIaKfr4/s1600/il_570xN.222703680%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvieEkT08jY/TYuwdAlsg6I/AAAAAAAAA7c/PiQKpIaKfr4/s400/il_570xN.222703680%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587753775104033698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/68975550/alabama-crimson-auburn-tigers"&gt;SEC Scoreboard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-805680191812311798?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/805680191812311798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=805680191812311798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/805680191812311798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/805680191812311798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/03/home-sweet-home-alabama.html' title='(Home) Sweet Home Alabama!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rOG3Jz212Y/TYvZxTLB6wI/AAAAAAAAA7k/9HNmjfBOYMg/s72-c/Alabama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8998222849536428985</id><published>2011-03-16T01:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:48:46.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"get it together" update!</title><content type='html'>So...here's a quick update on the "get it together" month that I have sworn myself to. I am pretty proud thus far...and I am adding more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have an Arkansas license- waiting on my birth certificate from the parentals&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a haircut- DONE!&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a clean (super clean) apartment- currently in the process...like literally, as we speak!&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to the dentist- DONE!&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to the doctor- DONE! Twice...thank you, Texas for getting me sick!&lt;br /&gt;6. Get my car looked at&lt;br /&gt;7. Set up my own phone plan- DONE!&lt;br /&gt;8. Buy groceries&lt;br /&gt;9. Get organized at work- DONE!&lt;br /&gt;10. Blog, more than 3 times....- DONE! So far this is number 4 for March.&lt;br /&gt;11. Read one of the four books I have promised/sworn that I would get to since Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;12. Catch up with my DVR- Somewhat done....this one will be hard to measure since it is constantly growing. But I feel A LOT better!&lt;br /&gt;13. Design some new stuff- attempted and somewhat failed. :/ BUT, I am designing some stuff at work, so I feel like that counts! So....DONE!&lt;br /&gt;14. Finish decorating my apartment&lt;br /&gt;15. Take down the stupid Christmas tree- DONE! I was so sad to see my pretty tree go...but Dionne would be quite disapproving of Christmas in March. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I am SO awesome.....I also want to....&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean out car&lt;br /&gt;2. Put in work order for miscellaneous fixings in my apartment&lt;br /&gt;3. Write thank you notes for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;4. Get bridesmaid dress altered&lt;br /&gt;5. Join the HPER (rec center on campus)&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean out my refrigerator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8998222849536428985?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8998222849536428985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8998222849536428985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8998222849536428985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8998222849536428985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-it-together-update.html' title='&quot;get it together&quot; update!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4402559344609807857</id><published>2011-03-15T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:24:11.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>Life has been quite crazy lately with interviews and snow and family and sickness and events and just work in general. It is a good crazy, but I would love for it to slow down just a bit, so I can catch up and be prepared. I hate that "I’m not ready for this" feeling....and with the way things have been lately, that’s all I’ve been feeling. I don’t like being a slacker! Even though, I would not consider myself a slacker in any sense of the word. My "get it together" month is going down the drain!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not be a huge Debbie Downer, I’ll talk about some positive things in my life to hopefully sustain the few readers I have (hi Ashley!!) and motivate myself to be even more productive....lord knows I need it, since my parents will be here in about 24 hours and I have yet to lift a finger in my disaster of an apartment—shhhh! don’t tell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to aqua aerobics last night. It was fun....and very entertaining. You definitely have to be able to laugh at yourself in a class like that. And it helps if you don’t embarrass easily. I think that the name aqua aerobics is slightly misleading...anything that includes working out in water can’t be too terribly difficult, right? Not so much. I mean, the level of physical activity is not the difficult part, because it can be adjusted based on how hard you want to work out. The difficult part, for me at least, is actually knowing what you’re supposed to be doing. You are submerged under water (or at least your body is). The instructor is submerged under water. Tell me how I am supposed to be able to see what she is doing?? Long story short...it’s fun and it makes me laugh....and if I can ever figure out what I’m supposed to be doing, it’s a work out. Therefore, I will keep going. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;My family being here on Wednesday!!! (yes, tomorrow--AH!)&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Claire...because she deserves her own bullet point&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my family to everyone in my life&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Jordan and hopefully not having my family run him off&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's wedding&lt;br /&gt;A potential Bright Eyes concert in April&lt;br /&gt;Having a drivers license again (I lost mine and can't get a new one until my parents bring my birth certificate)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4402559344609807857?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4402559344609807857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4402559344609807857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4402559344609807857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4402559344609807857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-715114866435212818</id><published>2011-03-09T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:12:54.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVERending Interviews</title><content type='html'>I never want to sit in another interview ever again….if you offered to pay me $1000, I would turn you down. Seriously. It wouldn’t be worth it. I might actually pay someone $1000 to sit in them in my place....that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WOULD&lt;/span&gt; be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last two weeks, I have spent over 20 hours in interviews...26.5 to be exact. And the wonderful thing about it is that I probably have some more to go. Honestly, I didn’t even know that was possible, but alas, it is...unfortunately. And if you can even comprehend this, there are people in my office that have been in a lot more than I have! Poor Rebecca...my heart goes out to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-715114866435212818?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/715114866435212818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=715114866435212818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/715114866435212818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/715114866435212818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/03/neverending-interviews.html' title='NEVERending Interviews'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-6379393442493994382</id><published>2011-03-02T02:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:18:17.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March is my "get it together" month.</title><content type='html'>There are 31 days in March. I have 31 days to get it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life! Everything is falling into place just swimmingly. I love Fayetteville--the people here, my job and the city itself...not to mention the awesome things outside of Faytown that bring me ridiculous amounts of joy--my family, friends, animals and the Tump, in general. I honestly couldn't ask for more. Life is just too good....I promise, I'm not complaining...or bragging. Just making a statement. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you know me....which most of you do, in times of utter happiness, I get wrapped up in living and forget to do some kind-of important stuff....like cleaning, going to the doctor, blogging (oops!) and the list can (and will) go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to this wonderful little post...I need to get it together. My thought process is that if I spend a little time (31 days is a little time, right?) and do some of the lingering things that cause me a small amount of stress, then life would be exponentially easier. Sounds good on paper, at least! I mean, I've lived in the great state of Arkansas for 6 months now and I still haven't changed my license over, found someone to cut my hair, gone to the dentist, etc. So brace yourselves, Arkansans...I'm getting my life together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we go...by April 1, I will:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have an Arkansas license&lt;br /&gt;2. Have had a haircut&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a clean (super clean) apartment&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;6. Get my car looked at&lt;br /&gt;7. Set up my own phone plan&lt;br /&gt;8. Buy groceries&lt;br /&gt;9. Get organized at work&lt;br /&gt;10. Blog, more than 3 times....&lt;br /&gt;11. Read one of the four books I have promised/sworn that I would get to since Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;12. Catch up with my DVR&lt;br /&gt;13. Design some new stuff&lt;br /&gt;14. Finish decorating my apartment&lt;br /&gt;15. Take down the stupid Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am sure this list will continue to grow...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-6379393442493994382?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/6379393442493994382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=6379393442493994382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6379393442493994382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6379393442493994382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-is-my-get-it-together-month.html' title='March is my &quot;get it together&quot; month.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1539244841014590133</id><published>2011-02-16T20:16:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:22:12.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sad day on the Plains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiquLCOfZDM/TXBa0EpLa2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/btaqTBUIX5Q/s1600/95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiquLCOfZDM/TXBa0EpLa2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/btaqTBUIX5Q/s320/95.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580059788958198626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go ahead....make fun of me, but just let me have my moment. The Toomer's Corner tree, one of Auburn's most beloved traditions, is dying because someone poisoned it. Such a malicious act is incomprehensible to me. My sadness is a little ridiculous. I understand that it might seem silly to many of you to get upset about a tree...but like I said, just give me a break and keep on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time at Auburn was incredible...some days I catch myself daydreaming about walking up to Toomer's Corner, getting some lemonade and just hanging out on Samford Lawn. I remember fondly rolling Toomer's Corner with "the grils" after the sixth Iron Bowl win for Auburn. I remember taking tours to those glorious trees every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for two years during my time with the Admissions office. These daydreams and memories only got more frequent during football season and not being able to roll Toomer's Corner after each and every win. Now, I won't be able to do that again...ever. Seriously, it's a sad day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say sad, because I am not angry. I think if we let ourselves get wrapped up too much in what the tree represented for us, then we'll forget about the family that Auburn represents. Yes, it is a huge tradition and yes it is devastating...but there is no need to let this get the best of us. There is no need to blame Alabama for the actions of one supposed fan. Both schools are better than that. I think Dr. Gogue, Auburn University President says it best, "It is understandable to feel outrage in reaction to a malicious act of vandalism. However, we should live up to the example we set in becoming national champions and the beliefs expressed in our Auburn Creed. Individuals act alone, not on behalf of anyone or any place, and all universities are vulnerable to and condemn such reprehensible acts." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person responsible for this claims he's an Alabama fan....but I have my doubts (Check out his call to Paul Finebaum &lt;a href="http://podcasting.fia.net/6960/4653779.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). No one can claim to love Alabama and football and then resort to such vengeful actions. Yes, it's a rivalry....a great one at that, but the best thing about Alabama and Auburn is the respect that they have for each other. Granted, I know there has been bad blood, taunting and harsh words on both sides...I have seen it from both schools on a first hand basis during my undergraduate years at Auburn and my Masters program at Alabama. But those are mostly just words. Nothing of this magnitude has ever occurred...and as my Alabama friends have told me, they are appalled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope with every ounce in my body that people remain calm and choose to celebrate the Auburn spirit, instead of lash out. We are better than that. As much as that tree represents who we are as a university, where we have been and where we will go and many of the happy times and celebrations, we cannot let its demise get the best of us...we are Auburn, after all. And the Auburn spirit resides in the hearts of her students, her alumni and her fans, not a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Eagle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1539244841014590133?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1539244841014590133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1539244841014590133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1539244841014590133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1539244841014590133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-sad-day-on-plains.html' title='It&apos;s a sad day on the Plains...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiquLCOfZDM/TXBa0EpLa2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/btaqTBUIX5Q/s72-c/95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-128311432049725506</id><published>2011-02-15T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:49:15.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I can't motivate myself to write about anything else...</title><content type='html'>Since I can't seem to get it together and write a normal post, I have decided on embracing my randomness and just write whatever comes out. (Good luck!) Your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes Me Think (&lt;a href="http://makesmethink.com/"&gt;http://makesmethink.com/&lt;/a&gt;) is a fantastic website that I stumbled on a while back....and it is awesome. When I am down and out, bored or needing inspiration or perspective, I go to MMT to turn everything around. Confession: I have cried while reading this website...no judgments, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chocolate covered Pomegranates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never tasted a more divine thing in my life...seriously, it's like heaven in your mouth. The tricky thing is that Walmart is slacking and not carrying them consistently anymore. Rude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cooking/Baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, I am not the best cook. Dionne can confirm this if you are doubting my honesty. Seriously, I'm not that bad....but I don't really enjoy it either. Something about the thought of cooking for other people (and possibly poisoning them) is a turn off to me. BUT I do love cooking with others. That way if I mess something up, I can blame them. I'm devilish, I know. After a very unexpected two and a half FEET of snow last week, Justin, Zack and I ventured out on foot, trekked ourselves across the state (it felt like it) and purchased groceries so we could survive/entertain ourselves. This included a lot of baking and cooking....which was just fantastic. Love them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another website that I consistently check is PostSecret (&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"&gt;http://www.postsecret.com/&lt;/a&gt;). I prefer to view them on the archive tumblr site, since I can see multiple days/posts at a time (&lt;a href="http://postsecret.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;). I love reading through them, seeing people's artistic expressions of their feelings, emotions and life happenings and just identifying. It is refreshing to think about some of these secrets...it honestly blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sleeping til 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sleep....hands down, end of story. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten much in the last few weeks. Tragic, I know. I have got to get my act together and get in bed earlier...or at least adjust weekend plans to accommodate more sleep...that's probably the more realistic of the two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really got flowers a lot growing up...so, they never really appealed to me. But here lately, I have found that I love coming home to them. I walked in the door this evening and smelt something wonderful....I was honestly at a loss until I remembered the flowers. It doesn't hurt that they remind of how happy I am, so yeah....that helps too. :) The sad part though is when they die...and around here, they die fast thanks to Lucille. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-128311432049725506?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/128311432049725506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=128311432049725506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/128311432049725506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/128311432049725506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/02/because-i-cant-motivate-myself-to-write.html' title='Because I can&apos;t motivate myself to write about anything else...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2495746285949580578</id><published>2011-02-13T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:32:23.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little pieces of wisdom...Valentine's edition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVq9GibAav8/TVi-WOeNsrI/AAAAAAAAA5k/NURJiKK68JM/s1600/learn%2Bto%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVq9GibAav8/TVi-WOeNsrI/AAAAAAAAA5k/NURJiKK68JM/s400/learn%2Bto%2Blove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573413827922211506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7z97NqTvyU/TVi-VwbhPSI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bWLgw3XHZpU/s1600/sayings4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7z97NqTvyU/TVi-VwbhPSI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bWLgw3XHZpU/s400/sayings4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573413819857845538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_w6M3SQDsc/TVi-Vo_zOiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PAmhNZ1LebI/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_w6M3SQDsc/TVi-Vo_zOiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/PAmhNZ1LebI/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573413817862535714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ux9qzTmXhU/TVi-VZPHaqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/416ZzhZeo7g/s1600/dr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ux9qzTmXhU/TVi-VZPHaqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/416ZzhZeo7g/s400/dr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573413813631806114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2495746285949580578?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2495746285949580578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2495746285949580578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2495746285949580578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2495746285949580578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-pieces-of-wisdomvalentines.html' title='Little pieces of wisdom...Valentine&apos;s edition!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVq9GibAav8/TVi-WOeNsrI/AAAAAAAAA5k/NURJiKK68JM/s72-c/learn%2Bto%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7115490827845425365</id><published>2011-02-10T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:00:35.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow. 5874</title><content type='html'>Really, it feels like this snow will never stop coming....ridiculous! I have decided that this will be my last post about snow. At least for a while....mainly because I refuse to let it happen again anytime soon. So, instead of talking about it...and sending my blood pressure through the roof...again, I thought I would just share pictures. Keep in mind this last snow storm, we were only supposed to get about three INCHES! We ended up with nearly three FEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKH5noD0zM4/TVtncHmtiKI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-tS1K95NzrY/s1600/Snow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKH5noD0zM4/TVtncHmtiKI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-tS1K95NzrY/s400/Snow5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574162696576534690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gAaIU4quLY/TVtnb6JMv2I/AAAAAAAAA6E/zNK75T8mDlE/s1600/Snow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gAaIU4quLY/TVtnb6JMv2I/AAAAAAAAA6E/zNK75T8mDlE/s400/Snow4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574162692963090274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mY4aDMrA4Ts/TVtnbj2a46I/AAAAAAAAA58/PUlobOglLak/s1600/Snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mY4aDMrA4Ts/TVtnbj2a46I/AAAAAAAAA58/PUlobOglLak/s400/Snow3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574162686978745250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FiZnrZtB55g/TVtnbfDcuaI/AAAAAAAAA50/DZnqjkEugig/s1600/Snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FiZnrZtB55g/TVtnbfDcuaI/AAAAAAAAA50/DZnqjkEugig/s400/Snow2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574162685691214242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImF2DJSiUtM/TVtnbDsk1AI/AAAAAAAAA5s/upjT11vln80/s1600/Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ImF2DJSiUtM/TVtnbDsk1AI/AAAAAAAAA5s/upjT11vln80/s400/Snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574162678347518978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0nAg6y_8vo/TVtnssKTO7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/KSD1pJtPHoI/s1600/Snow7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0nAg6y_8vo/TVtnssKTO7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/KSD1pJtPHoI/s400/Snow7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574162981267389362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6cqC_0VQOI/TVtnsTwnldI/AAAAAAAAA6U/dqlV-aaCNeM/s1600/Snow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6cqC_0VQOI/TVtnsTwnldI/AAAAAAAAA6U/dqlV-aaCNeM/s400/Snow6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574162974717220306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7115490827845425365?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7115490827845425365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7115490827845425365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7115490827845425365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7115490827845425365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-5874.html' title='Snow. 5874'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKH5noD0zM4/TVtncHmtiKI/AAAAAAAAA6M/-tS1K95NzrY/s72-c/Snow5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4899907128188515838</id><published>2011-02-05T12:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:07:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow. 3</title><content type='html'>Well, I've made it out of the house twice since "snowpocalypse" set in. And hopefully today, I'll make it out again. Being cooped up is no fun! But I do understand the importance of being safe and such...so don't worry about me. I will have to get out and restock my kitchen since we are looking at even more snow next week. Talk about false advertising! I do believe Quincy Spencer was asked about snow when I accepted the job...his reply, "it rarely snows here." ....yeah right! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think with all this free time that my house would be spotless, my blog would be updated and I would be completely caught up on life. Negative. Being inside makes me crazy (and boring). I can muster up just enough motivation to pick up in one room or cook food...and then I'm done. It's like I develop ADD and can't stay focused on the task at hand. Apparently lack of sunlight/fresh air has strange effects on me. I can hear Dionne laughing all the way from Alabama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I am apparently a failure when it comes to this kind of thing....and the fact that I am looking at at least one or two more snow days in my direct future, I thought some goal setting was in order. I'm a big proponent of putting something out into the universe and then willing it to happen. So, here we go...(in order of importance):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take down the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;2. Fold/finish laundry&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacuum&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog (I am considering this a reward once the other three are completed, so you should feel totally honored).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're starting small, people....that's how things get done. And essentially, that's really all I need to do. Contrary to popular belief (mainly the parentals) I am a decent housekeeper. Don't hate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4899907128188515838?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4899907128188515838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4899907128188515838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4899907128188515838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4899907128188515838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-3.html' title='Snow. 3'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7815557451912035321</id><published>2011-02-02T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:21:32.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow. 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, so. Day 2 of snowpocalypse is not going so well....there's only so much cleaning/organizing a girl can do. Especially this one. And the alternatives (online shopping, mainly) are not budget friendly...so, I am basically hanging on by a thread here, people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have done...&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned/organized&lt;br /&gt;Not taken down my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a rather amazing guy&lt;br /&gt;Explored the entire PostSecret archive&lt;br /&gt;Paid my rent (yes, I braved the snow)&lt;br /&gt;Cut my own hair&lt;br /&gt;Read some of the book I will never finish&lt;br /&gt;Updated the blog :)&lt;br /&gt;Watched some King of the Hill (my stash is depleting!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Wished that it was Friday already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah....pity me. Because I feel like the walls are closing in and such. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the best part....I get to do it all again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7815557451912035321?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7815557451912035321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7815557451912035321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7815557451912035321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7815557451912035321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-2.html' title='Snow. 2'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4397203514184861866</id><published>2011-02-01T17:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:01:25.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow.</title><content type='html'>I know I talk about snow a lot....and I am profusely sorry. But it plagues me so! I will try to refrain from any snow speak, because I am quite sure you're over it. But keep in mind that we are in full "snowpocalypse" mode at this point....so this might be my last post forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or at least until I figure out something else to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today included waking up whenever I wanted (YES!), cleaning my apartment, organizing my life, throwing the cat into the snow, catching up with some awesome people, hopefully taking down the Christmas tree (yes, it is February...) and watching a lot of King of the Hill. Basically, it has been the perfect day. AND I get to do it again tomorrow. Word. The excitement is abounding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4397203514184861866?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4397203514184861866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4397203514184861866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4397203514184861866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4397203514184861866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow.html' title='Snow.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7636362708251153478</id><published>2011-01-26T00:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:59:38.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Questions I would love to know the answers to...</title><content type='html'>Will I always refer to my life in semesters? &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I seem to stop smiling? I know the answer to this one.....but I bet you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lack any and all motivation to clean my apartment?&lt;br /&gt;Why does Lucy insist on being crazy? &lt;br /&gt;Is it tacky to still have Christmas decorations up? Yes? Oops...&lt;br /&gt;How much Dr. Pepper do I consume in a year?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever figure out my favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I incapable of being on time?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I currently obsessive about PostSecret....and sushi?&lt;br /&gt;Why did my DVD player have to break right after I found the remote?&lt;br /&gt;Will anyone ever beat me at Super Mario Bros.? I know the answer to this one too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7636362708251153478?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7636362708251153478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7636362708251153478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7636362708251153478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7636362708251153478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-questions-i-would-love-to-know.html' title='Random Questions I would love to know the answers to...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1691967353192831359</id><published>2011-01-20T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:27:21.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The plight of an Alabamian in snow.....</title><content type='html'>You're probably going to laugh it this....actually, I encourage you to laugh at this, because any other response is inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never, can never and will never be able to act like I am awesome when it comes to winter weather....I love it, but it does not love me. I'm not a polar bear, yo! So expecting this to be an easy transition is setting yourself up for failure. I've accepted it....you should too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scraped my car yesterday with a cake frosting spatula....mainly because I could. But more so because I couldn't find the ridiculously nice scraper I paid $10 for (they're typically $1...so this is like the Mac of ice scrapers) because I bought it two months ago when it was still relatively warm outside. Smart, I know. Anyway, the day before I used a regular spatula....which was less effective to say the least and was in vain anyway since school was canceled about 7 minutes upon completing the rather difficult job. So, on day 2 of this eventful snow period I set out on a mission and was much more successful...after prying at my car door for a bit to get it open, things went much smoother from there on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find it quite hilarious (and dumb) that I used the frosting spatula for this task. I like to think it was rather resourceful. Remember, people!! I am from ALABAMA...we don't get snow. And if we do, roads close...even if it doesn't stick. Just the sighting of one snow flurry sends everyone to the store for the necessities which means a shortage of bread and milk for the next three weeks. So, I am quite proud of my survival skills thus far in such a treacherous climate. Girl Scouts paid off! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret...after work, I went and bought a new ice scraper. All is well. Watch it not snow the rest of the winter. That'd be my luck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1691967353192831359?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1691967353192831359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1691967353192831359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1691967353192831359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1691967353192831359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/plight-of-alabamian-in-snow.html' title='The plight of an Alabamian in snow.....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4384186564842757687</id><published>2011-01-17T22:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:19:04.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>War Eagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TTUisQSYVZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/OQbB1Q9sSgs/s1600/163652_938317951211_7031096_48775031_6099313_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TTUisQSYVZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/OQbB1Q9sSgs/s320/163652_938317951211_7031096_48775031_6099313_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563391058367763858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have refrained from posting about the BCS National Championship game...aka one of the happiest days of my life, mainly because I am still trying to figure out if all this happened in real life. I spent most of the game with my face buried in the carpet. Let's just say, I was slightly nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Auburn prevailed and thankfully, I gained bragging rights that I promise I haven't taken advantage of too much. :) I could recap the game for you....but I won't. You should have watched it. If you didn't and you want to....just come on over...I DVRed it, and won't be deleting it...EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my Tigers and all they have done and overcome this year. And yes, I have a pretty amazing friend in Johnna Kay Ingalls who printed my picture off and went and stood in line so that I too could have a picture with the Coaches' Trophy. It doesn't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does....I now have about 500 new things to buy to commemorate/celebrate the win. I'll start with these finds on Etsy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TTUfvvIvHUI/AAAAAAAAA44/ReRO5yRER3Y/s1600/Auburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TTUfvvIvHUI/AAAAAAAAA44/ReRO5yRER3Y/s400/Auburn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563387819653537090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65746243/auburn-plaid-fabric-rosette-hair-clip-or"&gt;orange and blue plaid rosette&lt;/a&gt;, top middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61971467/auburn-rag-wreath-with-metal-logo"&gt;Auburn rag wreath&lt;/a&gt;, top right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61213275/auburn-tiger-painting-on-recycled-wood"&gt;retro Aubie painting&lt;/a&gt;, middle left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65309567/auburn-university-charm-bracelet"&gt;Auburn charm bracelet&lt;/a&gt;, middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63432453/auburn-university-t-shirt-war-eagle"&gt;Auburn shirt&lt;/a&gt;, middle right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/64535736/war-eagle-rag-quilt-throw"&gt;orange and blue quilt&lt;/a&gt;, bottom left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/64904510/auburn-war-eagle-banner"&gt;war eagle banner&lt;/a&gt;, bottom middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/49312887/tiger-bride-and-groom-cake-topper"&gt;tiger cake topper&lt;/a&gt;, bottom right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65806566/war-eagle-stationery-note-cards-set-of-8"&gt;war eagle stationary set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR DAMN EAGLE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4384186564842757687?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4384186564842757687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4384186564842757687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4384186564842757687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4384186564842757687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/war-eagle.html' title='War Eagle'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TTUisQSYVZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/OQbB1Q9sSgs/s72-c/163652_938317951211_7031096_48775031_6099313_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-546481600413367882</id><published>2011-01-17T01:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T02:12:51.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Highlights of 2010</title><content type='html'>In no particular order....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Passing Comprehensive Finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously questioned if I was going to survive...trust me, there were tears. And yes, my letter is still hanging on my fridge, almost a year later....because I sure as heck earned it! I will be 60 and it will still be on my fridge. Sometimes I think that piece of paper means more to me than my diploma....sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Buying a Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to my wonderful sidekick/Malibu, Black Betty this summer and went into thousands of dollars in depth for my pretty little Hyundai Tucson. And I'm pretty much in love. Still don't have a name for it yet though...gotta work on that in 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Graduating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I graduated. Master Leach it is. Now I just need to figure out how, when and where Dr. Leach is going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Best Summer EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it about a million times on this blog...so prepare yourself for a million and one. This summer was incredible. Great people, a great job and a ton of experiences that I wouldn't trade for the world. I will always look back on this summer because it was my first. I grew so much...learned so much...and cried SO much. Totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Getting a Job aka Being a Grown-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toiled over whether or not I would find a job, more or less one that I actually liked. Lucky me, I found exactly what I wanted and it's been incredible. I would have never imagined Arkansas would be my home, but it's exactly what I needed in my life. If only I could convince some friends from home to come visit so I can permanently kidnap them, my life would be complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Undefeated Auburn football season&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some people might question why it's not something to do with the National Championship game....well, that happened in 2011...trust me, that will be my number one for this year. :) I even got to go to a game...IN Auburn. Talk about dream come true. I tell ya, it was incredible, even though I had to ride back on a bus with some unhappy Arkansas fans (love you, Becca!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Re-entering the Dating World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....this one has definitely been interesting to say the least. I will say that I am quite proud of how it's gone so far. There haven't been any monumental break downs (as of yet)...so I guess here's to hoping. :) I do have some pretty amazing stories. I always wanted to write a book one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is wow...I am an unbelievably lucky girl. I have great people in my life. I don't understand how I am so blessed! But trust me, I'm not complaining. My friends at home and my friends here have been beyond amazing to me. Even though we haven't kept up as much as we should have, it's like an instant connection when we're back together...that is the true sign of friendship. AND not only have I made new friends and kept old friends, I have reunited with some previous friends too...I'm not overly sure how this will all play out, but it's always good to hear a familiar voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;More Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have always wanted to do, but never really did for one reason or another was travel. I love going new places and trying new things....but I have always had a few obstacles in my way, mainly my father and his hatred of fun (I kid, I kid). But this year, I managed a few good trips, which I hope only continues in 2011. Yay for NODAC in St. Louis, numerous Arkansas visits, a New Year's trip to New Orleans and I'm sure a few more in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big one for me...I have really branched out on my own. Moving an ungodly amount of time away from home will definitely do that to you. I basically started over. The last time that happened, I remember tears and a lot of loneliness...and I was only 2 hours away from home. The 2010 Alison laughs at the 2009 Alison...it's crazy how much can change in just one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you have a problem with the fact that this post is coming in on January 17th and it's all about 2010...my only response to you is.......at least it got posted! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-546481600413367882?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/546481600413367882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=546481600413367882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/546481600413367882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/546481600413367882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-10-highlights-of-2010.html' title='Top 10 Highlights of 2010'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3022067528830379467</id><published>2011-01-16T16:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:26:36.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too...something.</title><content type='html'>Here's a thought...how many things/opportunities do we miss out on because we are too...something? Too scared, too tired, too stressed, too busy, too broke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pride myself for being adventurous, always trying new things and new places. But I used to not be that way at all. Try to get me to go to a new restaurant a few years ago, and I would have laughed in your face...especially if it was something like Japanese or Thai. But if you know me now, you know those are some of my favorite foods. Odd how things change, isn't it? Not to mention moving...especially this far away from my family. That was definitely not me either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to shake this idea of missing out on things. So, that's where I'm at...I've always lived my life in a no regrets kind of way (or at least I tried). But I guess this has brought new light to that kind of lifestyle. Granted, I know I can't do everything...but for what I can do--those really stellar things that I've always wanted to do and those once in a lifetime opportunities--I need to do big. Live them, enjoy them, embrace them and cherish them. And stop saying no so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's one of the best ways for me to continue on this path of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3022067528830379467?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3022067528830379467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3022067528830379467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3022067528830379467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3022067528830379467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/too.html' title='Too...something.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8201414262356361458</id><published>2011-01-14T00:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:11:38.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy/Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>I love Etsy....as many of you know. I also love Valentine's Day....as many of you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why not combine the two and treat you to some awesome finds at the same time?? I couldn't resist. Hope you enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TS_mnNZMM5I/AAAAAAAAA4o/x-MKptIN0SE/s1600/ValentinesDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TS_mnNZMM5I/AAAAAAAAA4o/x-MKptIN0SE/s400/ValentinesDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561917626110456722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/55722851/follow-your-heart-mixed-media-collage-5"&gt;follow your heart collage&lt;/a&gt;, top middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/45882334/love-wins"&gt;love wins print&lt;/a&gt;, top right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65288796/wristlet-keychain-mini-hearts-key-fob"&gt;heart key fob/wristlet&lt;/a&gt;, bottom left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62911083/custom-heart-tree-print-pillow-cover"&gt;custom tree pillow&lt;/a&gt;, bottom middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65809728/good-morning-love-coffee-spoon"&gt;engraved spoon&lt;/a&gt;, bottom right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65899523/new-silver-tiny-heart-ring-made-to-order"&gt;heart ring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8201414262356361458?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8201414262356361458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8201414262356361458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8201414262356361458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8201414262356361458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/etsyvalentines-day.html' title='Etsy/Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TS_mnNZMM5I/AAAAAAAAA4o/x-MKptIN0SE/s72-c/ValentinesDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-657188422329290783</id><published>2011-01-12T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:22:53.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I am the way I am....</title><content type='html'>As I have admitted very openly in the past, I am somewhat crazy (I prefer random, but whatever....). I have not, cannot and will not deny this. Especially after this video...but at least after this, you'll know where it comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1vy1fOtlGU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/L1vy1fOtlGU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's long-ish...but I promise, it's worth it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mr. Rowe. He was one of my (favorite) teachers all throughout high school and the keeper of the gnomes (which we used to steal all the time--poor man!). Between him and Coach Bazemore, I knew education was the route I wanted to take. I consider myself blessed to be his student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-657188422329290783?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/657188422329290783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=657188422329290783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/657188422329290783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/657188422329290783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-why-i-am-way-i-am.html' title='This is why I am the way I am....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-9222076143771396698</id><published>2011-01-09T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:14:54.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little pieces of wisdom...third edition!! :)</title><content type='html'>My blogging abilities have been questionable at best here lately....I have seriously struggled with getting words on a page, which if you know me...then you know that I always have something to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what my issue is, but don't fret....I'm pushing through. In the meantime, here's some lovely little pieces of wisdom...third edition!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoVmQJf6eI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UYMdEF5_IUM/s1600/great%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoVmQJf6eI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UYMdEF5_IUM/s400/great%2Blove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560280436856318434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoXHf8sIZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Fms7e38g7qs/s1600/be%2Bwhat%2Byou%2Bwant%2Bto%2Bbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoXHf8sIZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Fms7e38g7qs/s400/be%2Bwhat%2Byou%2Bwant%2Bto%2Bbe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560282107544871314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoVlwn2G4I/AAAAAAAAA4I/WnTNj0Tgs5U/s1600/hellenkeller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoVlwn2G4I/AAAAAAAAA4I/WnTNj0Tgs5U/s400/hellenkeller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560280428393667458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoVlro_d0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/y7_JNzmnzN8/s1600/Youare....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoVlro_d0I/AAAAAAAAA4A/y7_JNzmnzN8/s400/Youare....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560280427056297794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-9222076143771396698?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/9222076143771396698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=9222076143771396698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/9222076143771396698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/9222076143771396698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-pieces-of-wisdomthird-edition.html' title='Little pieces of wisdom...third edition!! :)'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSoVmQJf6eI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UYMdEF5_IUM/s72-c/great%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-475535392220866847</id><published>2011-01-07T22:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T02:26:23.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness...</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to conquer the world since I was 8. &lt;br /&gt;I share my number one guilty pleasure with my 2 year old niece...Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;I still (and always will) want a Boston Terrier named Paul. &lt;br /&gt;I have officially left the South...this is exciting to say!!  Before my excursion to Anaheim in 2009, the furthest I had been was North Carolina!&lt;br /&gt;But to be a debbie downer, I have never left the country. Can we say cruise in 2011??&lt;br /&gt;If my profession was more accepting of it, I would have an extensive amount of tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;I start my days off with King of the Hill. You can't beat Hank, Bill, Boomhauer and Dale...it just makes the day great.&lt;br /&gt;I am pumped to be done with school...but I miss being in the classroom. I will be Dr. Leach one day.&lt;br /&gt;Sky diving is on my bucket list. I just need to find someone crazy enough to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;If I won the lottery tomorrow and could stay at home the rest of my days on this earth, I wouldn't--I love my job that much.&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't like cats. But, I have one and I like her....sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;I truly think that honesty is the best policy. People think that I am mean because I say what I feel/think (that and my sarcasm). &lt;br /&gt;On Monday, my body will be in Fayetteville, but my heart will be in Glendale, AZ with my Tigers. WDE!&lt;br /&gt;I think Japanese food is seriously God's gift to the world. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;DVR might be the best invention of all time...I can (and do!) watch King of the Hill and Daria anytime of day. That's what I call incredible. &lt;br /&gt;Responsibility, Strategic, Belief, WOO, Communication...if that makes sense to you, let's talk. &lt;br /&gt;I would love to teach gymnastics again.&lt;br /&gt;I can play Nintendo like no other. I am a beast. I can and will beat you...every time.&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond bad at saying goodbye. If I had it my way, I'd never have to say it again.&lt;br /&gt;If I could invent one thing in the world, it would be a teleportation device. I need to see my family and friends more often.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was little, my mom always got on to me for being too loud...and every time she did, I'd get louder to make her even more mad. :)&lt;br /&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas might be my favorite movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;I am a failure in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;I could not imagine living a single day without good music...give me the Beatles, Modest Mouse, BrightEyes or the Red Hot Chili Peppers and it will make even the worst of days better.&lt;br /&gt;I will probably leave my Christmas tree up until it's tacky...but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-475535392220866847?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/475535392220866847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=475535392220866847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/475535392220866847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/475535392220866847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/randomness.html' title='Randomness...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3259210974918829085</id><published>2011-01-05T23:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:51:39.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond ready. WAR DAMN EAGLE!!!</title><content type='html'>Let me just start out by saying War DAMN to this football season. It's been incredible. It's been amazing. It's been just divine. And it's not over. We have one more game...and it's for the whole shebang. Honestly, I am sooooooooooooooooooo pumped. We have waited a long time for this. It is our time. All in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the game approaches, I get more and more anxious. I can't wait. I am slightly nervous, but who wouldn't be?? I know Alabama fans are going to act like they weren't last year, but they were. Seriously, try to argue with me! I was there....in Tuscaloosa. There's a lot on the line, especially when you're undefeated. So I think we deserve a free pass on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my small (and I mean tee tiny, small) nervousness, I am beyond ready. The excitement is literally welling up in me. Not only do I love this game, I love this team, this school, this spirit and this passion. i honestly don't know if I will be able to make it five more days. I am so ready. SO. READY. Do you hear me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the SEC Championship game was gearing up, I literally thought I was going to die. I couldn't get dressed fast enough, I couldn't drive fast enough and the game wouldn't start fast enough. That was the day of the game....I am already starting to feel that way now and the game isn't until Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know.....I am SO ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3259210974918829085?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3259210974918829085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3259210974918829085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3259210974918829085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3259210974918829085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/beyond-ready-war-damn-eagle.html' title='Beyond ready. WAR DAMN EAGLE!!!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4380989698341974948</id><published>2011-01-03T22:09:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:39:29.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu 2010...Hola 2011!!</title><content type='html'>2010 brought a whole lot of change into my life. And I think it's safe to say that I was anything but ready for it....or was I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new year, people strive to lose weight, vow to save money or promise to spend more time with their family. But no one really resolves for a challenging year...I certainly didn't. But life had other plans...and while my year wasn't the best at times, it was one that made me stronger, smarter, independent, appreciative...and ultimately happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this year happened at some other time in my life, I would have been in some serious trouble...the hidden drama queen inside would have been out and about--full force. But lucky for you and the rest of the Continental United States, I embarked on a journey two years ago that began preparing me for life, growing up and letting go. This journey started oddly enough with a quote...written on my bathroom mirror. Typically, I am not overly drawn to quotes....however, one in particular really hit me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSK22HmhWLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Kdj4B27UHuw/s1600/raining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSK22HmhWLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Kdj4B27UHuw/s400/raining.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558205930998421682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It made me realize that I can't control life. Sure, I can influence it....and yes, I can change some things. But all in all, it is on it's course. No need to worry, stress, freak out or live in peril. Because that doesn't do any good. Anything that goes wrong can be fixed and mistakes have to be made in order to grow, mature and learn. That's the beauty of life....it goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward two years later....and looking back I have realized that this small change, these simple words, this seemingly minute event has resulted in a monumental lifestyle adjustment. No more unnecessary worrying, no more over analyzing, no more what ifs and freak outs...no more fear. And the result? Happiness. I wouldn't change a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we all know....I don't do resolutions--I just don't believe in them. But I do believe in establishing perspective for the year....and setting goals. So, my perspective....you can't be prepared for everything, but you can choose how you respond. You can surround yourself with awesome people. You can work hard and play hard. You can treat yourself. You can be fearless. You can do things for others. You can splurge (from time to time). You can embrace the craziness. You can laugh. You can love. You can live. Passionately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with 2011 here, my main goal is to continue on this quest of happiness....because to me, it's an endless journey. Another day is another chance at being even happier. I don't know what exactly this will look like or what 2011 has to offer me....but I do know that as long as I am true to myself and live my life with passion and meaning, I'll be well on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2010...2011, please don't suck! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4380989698341974948?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4380989698341974948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4380989698341974948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4380989698341974948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4380989698341974948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2011/01/adieu-2010.html' title='Adieu 2010...Hola 2011!!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TSK22HmhWLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Kdj4B27UHuw/s72-c/raining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3596893146788162663</id><published>2010-12-29T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:22:27.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a walking contradiction...</title><content type='html'>It is officially official...I am a walking contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me, I am a strange bird....I have never denied it. Actually, on the contrary....I embrace it. Proof is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like cheese cake, but I love cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;I love fruit (especially pineapple and apples), but hate it in desserts....specifically when it is hot. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;I am Southern, but refuse to drink sweet (or unsweet) tea.&lt;br /&gt;Traveling is my passion, but I dread driving.&lt;br /&gt;I like to write, but hate typing.&lt;br /&gt;I love my cat, but am the furthest thing from being a cat person that you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Sushi is my favorite food, but I don't eat fish.&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love cold weather, but hate the clothes that go with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3596893146788162663?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3596893146788162663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3596893146788162663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3596893146788162663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3596893146788162663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-is-official.html' title='I am a walking contradiction...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-967146974423598155</id><published>2010-12-27T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:14:56.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leach family Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TRkPw-hqepI/AAAAAAAAA3I/bJiosjOj9rE/s1600/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TRkPw-hqepI/AAAAAAAAA3I/bJiosjOj9rE/s400/twitter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555488949430549138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you missed the live-tweeting of the Leach family Christmas, or just want to relive it because it was oh so great.....I have included it here. Lucky you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas and continue to have a happy holiday season. I love you all dearly and couldn't imagine my life without you wonderful crazies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-967146974423598155?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/967146974423598155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=967146974423598155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/967146974423598155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/967146974423598155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/leach-family-christmas.html' title='The Leach family Christmas!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TRkPw-hqepI/AAAAAAAAA3I/bJiosjOj9rE/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8348829025511210058</id><published>2010-12-24T23:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:42:35.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all...and to all a good night!</title><content type='html'>This Christmas has been a little weird...my first Christmas as a real grown-up. Kind of depressing, if you think about it. I wish I could relive all of my younger years, when Christmas was an awe filled morning of magic and wonder. But alas, I am grown and have grown up things to think about like car payments and my 401k. Yay for the real world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, Christmas is so much more than that....mainly family for me, but also friends, church and memories. Seriously, my time in Alabama is limited, thus cherished. Even though home may not be in Wetumpka, Alabama anymore, it will always be with my family. No one can replace or replicate them. They are mine, wonderful and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we've had Claire, since Stephanie and Jason were still in California. Let me tell you, Christmas with a precious two year old is definitely the way to go. I loved watching her throughout the night talk about what Santa was going to bring her in the morning....which by the way is a doll house. :) She left cookies out for Santa (milk and carrots too), it was the cutest thing. And "Santa" left her a note explaining that her gifts would be at her house waiting with mommy and daddy--so she better hurry up and get over there. I can't wait for that look on her face. I am not one to say that I want kids right now (not anywhere close), but her excitement is making me hope that when I do have kids (20 years from now, lol), they'll act just like she was tonight....minus the crazy, because there was some of that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also, semi-celebrated my dad's birthday...he turned 64 today. I say semi-celebrated, because each year he tries harder and harder to tone down his birthday...but if you know the Leach family relatively well, or at all really....birthdays are a big deal. So, sorry Geraldo, that's not happening anytime soon, even though it was a little smaller this year. Instead of a cake (which he refused), my mom made him a birthday loaf....which consisted of his typical carrot cake in loaf form. Real creative, Diane. My grandmother (mother's mother....yes the crazy one) got him toothpaste. No one knows why, but it was hilarious, and I love her for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a perfect night...I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8348829025511210058?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8348829025511210058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8348829025511210058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8348829025511210058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8348829025511210058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-to-alland-to-all-good.html' title='Merry Christmas to all...and to all a good night!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4262820508053996712</id><published>2010-12-22T00:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:31:24.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucille aka Lucifer</title><content type='html'>Living by myself has never really been an issue for me....to be honest, it's been the preference after I had a few crazies living in the next room through the years. But I digress. I like living alone. My mess, my noise, my schedule....it's perfect. Don't get me wrong, I am not horribly messy or overly loud; I just enjoy doing my own thing, when and how I want to. Having a pet helps with the whole being alone thing....which for the most part is helpful. Until she stares at me....constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is a completely different cat from what she was in Alabama...apparently the heat didn't settle with her or something, because in Fayetteville she has been unbelievably calm and dare I jinx myself, normal!! No more getting stuck behind the refrigerator or eating Zaxby's sauce (not to mention everything else in sight)...just normal cat things--licking, purring, running around like a crazy at 10pm. But here lately, I will catch her out of the corner of my eye just staring...and then she'll look away when I look at her. Moments later, she'll be right back at it....I tell you, I just don't trust her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found her at the humane society she didn't have a name yet...so they pulled out a baby name book and we started looking. I settled on Lucy because her eyes look like diamonds, you know....Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds? I should have known better and made the obvious connection sooner....but my friends and I now so fondly call her, Lucifer (I'm an English major....the foreshadowing was just too good). Who knows what she is capable of....or what she is thinking whilst staring with her piercing blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I jest in this post about her taking my life....but if I do come up missing, you know who to hold responsible. Just saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Her birthday is in four days...which is the real reason for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4262820508053996712?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4262820508053996712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4262820508053996712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4262820508053996712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4262820508053996712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/crazy-cat-aka-lucille.html' title='Lucille aka Lucifer'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-13370563319433353</id><published>2010-12-21T12:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:47:58.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>It is only slightly freaky to think that I have had this blog for three years now. Going back and revisiting posts is always entertaining...I can definitely see where I have changed, grown up and just been plain crazy. I started on this path with no clue what I wanted to do, vowing to record it for all the world to see...and here I am, doing exactly what I've always wanted...just three, very short years later. It's literally blowing my mind. I am so glad I started the blog when I did, so I could record these memories (mostly fond, some not so much), share my story and most importantly learn from my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really live in regrets...because I feel like there really isn't any reason to dwell. Learn from your mistakes and move on, right? Well, I will admit, I do have one regret for 2010...not blogging more. It's hard to sit down and commit to writing about things, especially when you're busy...especially when you're emotional. But as I read back through my posts, I know there are HUGE holes, primarily during this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer held so much for me. It was the happiest and saddest time of my life. I fell in love with some amazing students, learned a lot professionally, got my heart broken by the loss of my grandfather and embarked on a journey/new life that I am sure many thought would never, ever happen. It definitely pushed me to be stronger, to move on, to take all that you're given and appreciate life, while it's still yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 2011 will include more posts and continue my path of learning, growing and being happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-13370563319433353?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/13370563319433353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=13370563319433353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/13370563319433353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/13370563319433353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-6701210870937357930</id><published>2010-12-16T23:56:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:06:29.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TQr7xuBn2xI/AAAAAAAAA2k/y05zgdH-khg/s1600/41511_510992750_3000032_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TQr7xuBn2xI/AAAAAAAAA2k/y05zgdH-khg/s400/41511_510992750_3000032_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551526322274556690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All I want for Christmas is.....a National Championship win for Auburn. Too bad that won't be ready until January 10th. Nothing could make me happier than winning that game. Actually, that's not completely true...the only thing that could be better would be to watch the game live, but with tickets over $1000 a piece, I doubt that will be happening any time soon. Especially considering I am too broke to go see the Razorbacks in the SugarBowl. Tragic, I know. But I will be JUST fine watching the game from home (I guess). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I unfortunately won't be attending the game (unless some act of God happens and I win one of the trillion drawings I've entered), I thought I would include some other things that would make awesome Christmas presents....plus, it's been a while since I did an Etsy post! So, you are obliged to enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TRERvtGQpYI/AAAAAAAAA20/3HYZKZrDSqs/s1600/etsy2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TRERvtGQpYI/AAAAAAAAA20/3HYZKZrDSqs/s400/etsy2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553239326781908354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62536701/2011-calendar-for-wall-or-desk?ref=sr_gallery_5&amp;ga_search_query=calendar&amp;ga_search_type=all&amp;ga_page=4&amp;order=&amp;includes[0]=tags&amp;includes[1]=title"&gt;2011 Print Calendar&lt;/a&gt;, top right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/59755670/bright-red-rosette-headband"&gt;Bright Red Rosette Headband&lt;/a&gt;, middle right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61830054/sale-door-to-morocco-exotic-oxidized"&gt;Filigree Round Earrings&lt;/a&gt;, bottom right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61642577/pearl-nostalgia-throw-pillow-covers"&gt;Pearl Throw Pillows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to make me a really, really, really happy girl....get me him (below) and let's name him Paul. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TREUTZ8rxyI/AAAAAAAAA28/8Op5rfYmZz8/s1600/bostonterrier_anderson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TREUTZ8rxyI/AAAAAAAAA28/8Op5rfYmZz8/s400/bostonterrier_anderson.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553242139140015906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, WAR DAMN EAGLE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-6701210870937357930?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/6701210870937357930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=6701210870937357930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6701210870937357930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6701210870937357930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TQr7xuBn2xI/AAAAAAAAA2k/y05zgdH-khg/s72-c/41511_510992750_3000032_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-631868826878390233</id><published>2010-12-12T23:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:51:39.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it from a real Bama Belle....</title><content type='html'>Just for the record, I resent the TLC show, Bama Belles. In no way does that describe typical Alabama life....and I refuse to let people think that these women are accurate representations of the South, despite the fact that they might be typical. So, in an effort to show my friends, readers and the world that us Alabama folk aint (this) crazy....here's a list of inaccuracies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have never gone hunting. Especially not in the middle of the day, with four women in one blind....with a bow. It just doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;-I have never let a cow lick me or eat a cookie out of my mouth. And it will never happen. That's weird and more than a little gross.&lt;br /&gt;-Breaking a horse is quite impressive, but I don't think it warrants crying.&lt;br /&gt;-I feel like it would be safe to say that most people DO NOT have dead animals decorating their houses. It does happen, but there are too many dead carcasses in a two mile radius for it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;-Lawn mower races do not happen...at least not that I'm aware of. I mean, seriously??&lt;br /&gt;-Nights at Cowboy's aren't typical. Line dancing isn't as popular as they make it seem. Yes, I did grow up going to all my school dances at Heartland....but they played other music too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come....I am sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-631868826878390233?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/631868826878390233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=631868826878390233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/631868826878390233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/631868826878390233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-it-from-real-bama-belle.html' title='Take it from a real Bama Belle....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3474654459676713132</id><published>2010-12-11T17:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:19:24.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little pieces of wisdom...second edition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TQQG3-uYJyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/AaUNfQSwBkk/s1600/allyouneed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TQQG3Ul4yyI/AAAAAAAAA2M/SlBbaBJIR-o/s320/breathe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549568188317485858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TQQG2vdQ9kI/AAAAAAAAA2E/JASmMc7doOE/s1600/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TQQG2vdQ9kI/AAAAAAAAA2E/JASmMc7doOE/s320/spring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549568178349209154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3474654459676713132?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3474654459676713132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3474654459676713132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3474654459676713132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3474654459676713132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-pieces-of-wisdomsecond-edition.html' title='Little pieces of wisdom...second edition!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TQQG3-uYJyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/AaUNfQSwBkk/s72-c/allyouneed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2092206658783324015</id><published>2010-12-07T02:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:45:42.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have come to realize about living in Arkansas (all concerning cold weather!)</title><content type='html'>It gets cold in Arkansas....actually no, it gets freezing in Arkansas, it gets cold in Alabama. A coat is a necessity. So are tights, gloves, a hat, closed toed shoes (boots preferably), a close parking space, an ice scraper....and running to the door. Contrary to popular belief (mine)....flip flops are not winter weather appropriate. i.e. You're dumb if you wear them and you deserve everything you get,  including frostbit toes. This goes for not wearing a coat too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in the cold should be optional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I was ever on time to anything, the cold will only increase the probability of that never happening. Blame it on the C-C-C-C-C-C-COLD (and my lack of wanting to get out of bed when it's THAT cold outside). An electric blanket will have to be purchased before it's all said and done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to feel bad for Sarah Palin....maybe she acts the way she does because she is just so dang cold. Do brain cells freeze? Think about it, I dare you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2092206658783324015?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2092206658783324015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2092206658783324015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2092206658783324015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2092206658783324015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-have-come-to-realize-about.html' title='Things I have come to realize about living in Arkansas (all concerning cold weather!)'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8363119196238043554</id><published>2010-12-05T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:27:04.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I have been more wrong?</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it....I was more than a little off about the game on Saturday. But nonetheless, I am quite pleased! Either the Tigers came to play or South Carolina shouldn't have been there....I think both have some truth behind them. Don't get me wrong, I like South Carolina and I think they played decently...but I expected more of a show; honestly, I think most people did....especially Corso, who picked South Carolina to win "by a nose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, Auburn won and I couldn't be more excited about the BCS National Championship game!! I would kill to be in Arizona when Auburn wreaks havoc on the Oregon Ducks, but fiscally speaking, it makes no sense for me. If I plan on spending a $1000 on something, it'll be a nice TV (more like $500, but you get the point), that will last for a long time. Go ahead and tell me I'm not a real fan....just remember those are fighting words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, my Razorbacks will make their first appearance in the BCS on January 4th at the Sugar Bowl against Ohio State! So that is even more exciting. All around, it's been a good year for me and football. I hope this continues! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR EAGLE and Woo Pig Sooie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8363119196238043554?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8363119196238043554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8363119196238043554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8363119196238043554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8363119196238043554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/could-i-have-been-more-wrong.html' title='Could I have been more wrong?'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7849233079356650122</id><published>2010-12-04T11:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:27:35.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And here it is....Dec. 4</title><content type='html'>This day is beautiful. It is the SEC Championship game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot is on the line....and we (Auburn...DUH!) have to come out on top. After a great comeback with the Iron Bowl, I honestly believe Auburn can do anything. And yes, I mean Auburn, not just Cam Newton or Nick Fairley, because while those guys played well, that miraculous of a comeback can only be a team effort. And for those of you who are going to pull out the whole cheating thing....I don't even want to hear it. That game was great and no one can deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thanks to an awesome showing in Bryant-Denny, our boys get to represent v. South Carolina later today. Am I nervous? Of course. Everyone in Fayetteville is nervous too because with a win tonight by Auburn, they will be making their way to the Sugar Bowl and well, that's pretty awesome in general, not to mention for Arkansas. Everyone is telling me not to be nervous, Auburn should win this easy...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see...I am a realist. I like to know what I'm getting into and see the puzzle from all sides if possible. And one side is sending a red alarm. We have played South Carolina before (and won, I might add), meaning they know us--our plays, our players, our strengths and our weaknesses. They have had the opportunity to capitalize on us. We cannot let this happen. THIS GAME WILL NOT BE EASY, or at least that's what my realistic side is screaming. We have to play well, be precise and fight like hell. There can be no repeat of the Iron Bowl....mainly because my heart can't take it. I sound like a broken record, I know. But in SEC football, if you get too comfortable, you might fall. And I want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I think Auburn will win. And ultimately, I don't think it will be too close. I see it being anywhere from a 10-17 point difference, final score being much like the last match-up 35- 21, with Auburn on top! Here's to hoping I am right....because I'm watching the game with Hog fans....they might kill me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I know you all just LOVE my videos, especially the Auburn ones.....here's a little something to get you pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3mS6ipY-_8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/F3mS6ipY-_8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWCXzyLp0Ds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/wWCXzyLp0Ds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR EAGLE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7849233079356650122?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7849233079356650122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7849233079356650122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7849233079356650122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7849233079356650122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-here-it-isdec-4.html' title='And here it is....Dec. 4'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2624302544169492000</id><published>2010-12-04T00:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:37:03.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little pieces of wisdom...</title><content type='html'>I am the kind of person who finds inspiration from words....go figure! So, with this in mind I had an idea of compiling a list of them....but then I thought, why stop there? See, I've been missing my creative side lately. I love playing in InDesign....yes, it's playing, because honestly, I have no clue what I'm doing. So, I thought about designing a few of them and sharing them. So I did and now, I have. Welcome to the first edition of "little pieces of wisdom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnheKBXylI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Gy19InfU1OI/s1600/il_570xN.179643735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnheKBXylI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Gy19InfU1OI/s320/il_570xN.179643735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712324285909586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnhdwb_aDI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AzSH3R_dvTw/s1600/blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnhdwb_aDI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AzSH3R_dvTw/s320/blessing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712317418235954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnhdjxBqRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/C0PGCWQp4xQ/s1600/live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnhdjxBqRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/C0PGCWQp4xQ/s320/live.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712314016803090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnhdbcR9cI/AAAAAAAAA1E/CtvZRrHuuyE/s1600/wander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnhdbcR9cI/AAAAAAAAA1E/CtvZRrHuuyE/s320/wander.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712311782307266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnhdY3siFI/AAAAAAAAA08/ne3yQyRg0h0/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnhdY3siFI/AAAAAAAAA08/ne3yQyRg0h0/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546712311091988562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2624302544169492000?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2624302544169492000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2624302544169492000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2624302544169492000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2624302544169492000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-pieces-of-wisdom.html' title='Little pieces of wisdom...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPnheKBXylI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Gy19InfU1OI/s72-c/il_570xN.179643735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4810171698809476769</id><published>2010-11-30T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:03:51.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, you just have to do you.</title><content type='html'>Life can be a mixed up crazy mess of a situation. Life can be perfect. But more often than not, it's a mixture of the two. In my case it's a hot mess and absolutely perfect...I wouldn't change a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my family these last few days and then returning to work really made me think about some things...mainly the fact that I love my life. I am really happy...a realization that just makes me even happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, happiness is when you think about life and for the life of you, you can't find something (anything) to complain about. It's  about memories, reliving them and making them. Having great people in your life, celebrating life and just simply living life. Breathing and taking it in slowly. Knowing that you wouldn't be anywhere else if you had the option. It's your favorite song, food, quote, person, place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know happiness isn't something that can be constant, otherwise we wouldn't truly know what happiness is...but it is a mindset. I mean, sure...I would love to make a few changes in my life. But it is my life...and I am alive! And I have the power to make changes as they are needed....but rest assured, I will be happy all the while. Because I am me, and all I can do, is do me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. When writing this post, I felt like this little girl...I am sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qR3rK0kZFkg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/qR3rK0kZFkg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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/2559952928864757177-4810171698809476769?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4810171698809476769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4810171698809476769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4810171698809476769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4810171698809476769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-you-just-have-to-do-you.html' title='Sometimes, you just have to do you.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3638019785699838380</id><published>2010-11-28T23:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:55:00.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from a road trip...and Thanksgiving week with the family.</title><content type='html'>1. Anything over three hours is an unnecessary drive. I am dumb for moving 10 hours away from my family.&lt;br /&gt;2. The state of Mississippi needs to get their act together....their roads suck.&lt;br /&gt;3. Regardless of how long the drive is, three hours or twenty four hours, I will always be too far away from my family.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't like to watch football with people.&lt;br /&gt;       a. If I am forced to watch football with people, it has to be at the game.&lt;br /&gt;       b. Otherwise, I am not a pleasant person.&lt;br /&gt;       c. I don't/won't take responsibility for what happens if I have to do the above.&lt;br /&gt;5. Driving for any distance with a psychotic cat in the car is a terrible idea, especially if it's longer than three seconds...&lt;br /&gt;6. I pack way too much on trips.&lt;br /&gt;7. I will never leave on time. Procrastination is my middle name....or it should be.&lt;br /&gt;8. An iPod is a necessity when driving long distances. If you forget it, it's worth going back for.&lt;br /&gt;9. Being told "I love you much" is the best. Especially if it's from a 2 year old that owns your heart.&lt;br /&gt;10. After a rivalry win, the winning team will always be referred to as classless, even if they do the exact same things the other team would do if they had won instead. &lt;br /&gt;11. The first Thanksgiving after the death of a relative seems a little lacking...&lt;br /&gt;12. If you cover said psychotic cat with a blanket while driving she is less psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more as I remember them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3638019785699838380?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3638019785699838380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3638019785699838380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3638019785699838380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3638019785699838380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/11/thoughts-from-road-tripand-thanksgiving.html' title='Thoughts from a road trip...and Thanksgiving week with the family.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4758032924633900704</id><published>2010-11-25T23:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:34:53.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Bowl</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, we, the state of Alabama, will be torn in half. Families will not speak, fights will likely break out and words will be harsh, especially mine. And no, I'm not talking about any of this Black Friday nonsense. I'm talking about the best football rivalry that exists....the 75th anniversary of said rivalry...the No. 7 defense playing the No. 6 offense...the defending National Champions playing the National Champion hopefuls. One word--EPIC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the start of the season, I thought Auburn would be decent....I think my actual prediction for them was 9-3. Not too bad for a newer coach with a lackluster record at his previous institution. My thoughts after A-day basically say it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No one expected Auburn's offense OR defense to blow anyone away...realistically, it just wasn't going to happen--even I can accept that. However, it was nice to see the spread offense actually work and the defense continue to improve. I am not promising an amazing, undefeated season for Auburn (even though I am sure all Tiger fans would absolutely LOVE it), but I do think it will prove to be interesting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading these words actually made me laugh out loud now. Could I have been more wrong?? Well, yes....Auburn could have been TERRIBLE and it could have been anything but interesting. But it is quite humorous to relive my thoughts and eat my words. I will be the first to admit my mistake...in this case, I am happy I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes this Iron Bowl even more incredible. Auburn has come a long way....and despite the drama that surrounds Cam Newton, no one can deny his ability, not to mention some other key players that people forget about, time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the game will be interesting. It will be hard....I hate these fans (both Auburn and Alabama fans) who think their team will win easily. It's the Iron Bowl; be realistic. Auburn will have to play a heck of a game and be ready for Alabama's hard hitting defense. And Alabama will have to find a way to stop Cam Newton and keep control of the board early in the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I see it being a close game...probably by a field goal. I can't tell if it's my want overpowering my belief, but I see Auburn winning it. I hope I didn't just jinx myself....that's the problem with the Iron Bowl--you can never be sure. Let's just hope I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR EAGLE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4758032924633900704?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4758032924633900704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4758032924633900704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4758032924633900704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4758032924633900704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/11/iron-bowl.html' title='Iron Bowl'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7107802160377673629</id><published>2010-11-24T22:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:53:13.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>I could write a very long blog post about the things I am thankful for and an explanation for each item, but instead, I thought a list might do nicely. Mainly because most things don't need an explanation. Some of them are very serious, while others are more on the lighter side....but I am thankful for them nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;Claire&lt;br /&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;Lucy and Isabelle &lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;My job/Arkansas/FYE family&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Etsy&lt;br /&gt;My upbringing&lt;br /&gt;Auburn&lt;br /&gt;The Parent Ambassadors&lt;br /&gt;Grey hairs&lt;br /&gt;Education and the opportunity for everyday learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one thing I am thankful for are the experiences that make up 2010. While this year has brought me plenty of obstacles to overcome, the death of my grandfather being the main one, I couldn't be happier about what I have learned and how much stronger I am because of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7107802160377673629?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7107802160377673629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7107802160377673629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7107802160377673629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7107802160377673629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8043049042522902897</id><published>2010-11-18T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:56:11.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE my mom!!!!!</title><content type='html'>BEST conversation....EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TOYREBFFGxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/OLTAEzBG5E8/s1600/mom-FB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TOYREBFFGxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/OLTAEzBG5E8/s400/mom-FB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541135152232864530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8043049042522902897?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8043049042522902897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8043049042522902897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8043049042522902897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8043049042522902897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-my-mom.html' title='I LOVE my mom!!!!!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TOYREBFFGxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/OLTAEzBG5E8/s72-c/mom-FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-131904859730630522</id><published>2010-11-16T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:09:16.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TOi0OAASGHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/C5_bj-UHGcM/s1600/zilq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TOi0OAASGHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/C5_bj-UHGcM/s320/zilq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541877494091749490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year (and I mean every year) about this time, I begin stalking the WalMart shelves for the glorious of glorious beverage compliments that graces this lovely planet....Peppermint Mocha Coffee-mate!! In my opinion, it is NOT the holiday season/winter without it. I had been promising myself that I would go grocery shopping for the last week and a half since returning from St. Louis/NODAC. But as the expert procrastinator I am, I prolonged my duty and took to living off of whatever was left in my rather bare apartment. So, last night when I FINALLY mustered up enough want to (desperation related to hunger), I went for a brief grocery run. I was on a mission for cream cheese when my eye landed on this beautiful sight and I zoned in like an eagle swooping up its prey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that this week has been exponentially better with its presence. I will enjoy this treasure until the last day it's sold....and then a few months afterward since I plan on hoarding a few bottles (ok, more like 30), and rationing it as necessary to make it last as long as possible. I just don't get why they don't sell such a lovely product year round....who wouldn't LOVE Peppermint Mocha Coffee-mate on Easter Sunday??? I definitely would!!! Please reconsider your flawed logic, Coffee-mate!!!! Hear my plea, oh coffee god! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-131904859730630522?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/131904859730630522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=131904859730630522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/131904859730630522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/131904859730630522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-time.html' title='It is time!!!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TOi0OAASGHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/C5_bj-UHGcM/s72-c/zilq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-5514396285020002579</id><published>2010-11-13T13:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:16:03.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally home...</title><content type='html'>This whole moving process has been interesting. There have been tears, laughter, breakdowns and a lot of missing people in general...but overall, I wouldn't trade it for the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, after a seven day stint in St. Louis for NODAC, I found myself saying, "I want to go home!" It was definitely time. But you're probably thinking home, as in Wetumpka....and that's not the case. For the first time ever, I called Fayetteville home...and it made me smile. Some of my friends were a little surprised, and I can't say that I blame them, because I was a little surprised at myself too. But ultimately, this is home. I have beyond great friends and "family" here that supports me, entertains me and challenges me. I couldn't ask for more from them. Is it selfish that I don't want any of them to leave ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my real family....and I think about them every single day...life would be a million times better if I got to see them as much as I thought about them. I would give anything to show them my office, introduce them to my friends and take them out for a night on the town in Fayetteville. I am hoping that will happen sooner than later....we just have to convince Stephanie to get on a plane. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TN7xTjMkeWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/akXdzi3z_80/s1600/74334_528100121786_82500067_31079323_3367937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TN7xTjMkeWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/akXdzi3z_80/s320/74334_528100121786_82500067_31079323_3367937_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539129909880060258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot has gone on in the passed few weeks. I went to NODAC in St. Louis, MO and had the opportunity to participate in OPI (Orientation Professionals Institute). It was an incredible experience that I really am very grateful for. I met so many people and got to nerd out with them over orientation...kids in a candy shop is what we were. I loved getting to see old friends and make new ones...too bad it was only 2.5 days long. My feedback for the conference was to extend it. Haha! And then there was the main event, NODAC, which was also incredible. Ever since leaving Anaheim (and Mickey!) last year, I have been anxiously awaiting this conference...and this time as a professional!! It really blew my mind at how much changes in a year. We went to a lot of educational sessions and of course, I got to meet up with my Alabama people!!!!! You cannot begin to comprehend how much I have missed them. Seeing them on a daily basis again was more than a dream come true. I really hope that I can make it out to South Carolina to see Litsa again soon...I've missed that girl. And, as for the other peeps in Alabama.....I'll be there next Monday!! Clear your calendars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TN7xiesk3RI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lL-5ARA_wu8/s1600/72785_722099295267_20600957_39945806_5487284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TN7xiesk3RI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lL-5ARA_wu8/s320/72785_722099295267_20600957_39945806_5487284_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539130166370163986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also an epic Halloween party, thanks to Quincy....and if you know my Halloween past, then you know they have historically sucked ("I don't want to be Alabama-man," someone getting shot on the strip and antibiotics....to name a few). But this was so fun! I guess it's just another reason why I love the people I work with. And yes, I was the Hamburglar...I almost won the costume contest, but I was beat by our friend Tamie, who was quite extravagant to say the least. There's always next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TN7x7wPx_PI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-CUMAPXOmng/s1600/39553_138191066229596_124561724259197_193716_4557668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TN7x7wPx_PI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-CUMAPXOmng/s320/39553_138191066229596_124561724259197_193716_4557668_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539130600577957106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, of course I can't forget Family Weekend! All I can say is, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT'S OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt; The first one is under my belt and for the most part, I think everything went well. I am super excited to sit down and start cranking out plans for next year. I think everyone had a great time though, too bad we moved the tailgate inside due to rain though (that never came)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-5514396285020002579?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/5514396285020002579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=5514396285020002579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5514396285020002579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5514396285020002579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-finally-home.html' title='I&apos;m finally home...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TN7xTjMkeWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/akXdzi3z_80/s72-c/74334_528100121786_82500067_31079323_3367937_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2810180219107477958</id><published>2010-10-07T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:05:09.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a heck of a few weeks....</title><content type='html'>It's been a heck of a few weeks....and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TLDJCC4CvkI/AAAAAAAAAyU/jV583TVj1pA/s1600/61384_877577201161_7018036_47278986_7782863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TLDJCC4CvkI/AAAAAAAAAyU/jV583TVj1pA/s320/61384_877577201161_7018036_47278986_7782863_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526137779752451650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I experienced my very first Arkansas game on September 25th and I'm not going to lie, I was impressed. I have found that not many teams can live up to the standard that is Auburn football....it's just not the same. But Arkansas, sure came close. They are very organized and clever with their cheers...and everyone knows them and does them right. So it looks really sharp. And as for the game itself, it was well played on Arkansas's part. I can't really say that for Alabama though, despite the fact that they won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine this was a tough game for me, considering it was against Alabama and all...and you might sense a little bit of tension on my part. You'd be right. I won't get on a big soap box here or anything, because I promise you, I could. But Alabama fans acted like fools up here....and it made me SO ill. I guess I expect a lot from people, but trashing tailgates and saying things like, "that's what it's like to play the reigning National Champions" especially at such a lackluster game....it's just unacceptable. Especially from one of my teams. Don't get me wrong, I know there are those kind of fans everywhere, probably even Auburn (maybe like 1), but it still infuriates me. Act like the champions you are...win gracefully. Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be heading home this month like I expected...by the time I coordinated dates with the fam, it would have been so close to Thanksgiving that it just didn't make sense. So, I'll have to wait until then to return to my Sweet Home. That's all I'm going to say, because it makes me sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, we're gearing up for Family Weekend, which means a lot of work is ahead. I am excited/anxious, since this is my first year really being in charge of everything. But I feel pretty good about it so far. Ask me again on October 21st and I might feel differently. I do have to say though, the people I work with are amazing! Seriously amazing. It's not easy moving away, which I am sure I have more than conveyed through other blog posts. But they have really made this change so much easier. I love them...every single one...even during our crazy moments. I consider myself lucky for the way things have worked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably won't believe the next thing I say, so prepare yourself. I am planning on running (walking) a 10k (approximately 6.2 miles) in December. Yes....I am crazy. I hate to run, hate to run in the cold even more and hate to run really long distances in the cold the most....but it could be worse, I could have signed up for the half marathon like my really crazy friend Rebecca. We'll see how this goes. I am sure it will be humorous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2810180219107477958?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2810180219107477958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2810180219107477958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2810180219107477958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2810180219107477958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-its-been-heck-of-few-weeks.html' title='It&apos;s been a heck of a few weeks....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TLDJCC4CvkI/AAAAAAAAAyU/jV583TVj1pA/s72-c/61384_877577201161_7018036_47278986_7782863_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7720323877896789065</id><published>2010-09-20T21:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:33:19.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I wish I would have known...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhBcP4i6DI/AAAAAAAAAws/Dc_9qQV_-gA/s1600/1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhBcP4i6DI/AAAAAAAAAws/Dc_9qQV_-gA/s200/1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519233296898385970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You can't do it all.&lt;/span&gt; No matter how hard you try, you can't do everything on your list. You could be superman and still have stuff left. The best thing to do is prioritize. Find out what means the most to you and what is a pressing issue. Take care of that and then proceed. Don't miss out on golden opportunities because you are held back by something else! Consider the potential outcomes that each thing holds when figuring out where to go next. But make sure your work gets done in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhEG240dkI/AAAAAAAAAw0/cQnVG_ps2CY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhEG240dkI/AAAAAAAAAw0/cQnVG_ps2CY/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519236227946280514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Make time to pursue your passion, no matter how busy you are&lt;/span&gt;. An easy way to do this is to make your passion apart of your everday life....like work. There's an old saying--do something you love and you'll never work a day in your life. Good advice, but sometimes that just isn't realistic, especially with our economic situation right now. So, even if you can't support yourself by making paper airplanes and launching them off of 15 story buildings, make time for it. It'll keep you young and sounds like an awesome stress reliever too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhEQHu7ZNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vqCBGpE9GXQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhEQHu7ZNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vqCBGpE9GXQ/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519236387087017170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This moment — however good or bad it is — will be just a blip on the radar two years from now.&lt;/span&gt; This one kind of speaks for itself....a lot of people get caught up in the present drama, start freaking out and lose perspective. I'm definitely guilty. I use this one to check myself when things are bad and to remind myself that when things are good, I need to cherish it. Life is beautifully and tragically unpredictable. Live it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhEklkP3II/AAAAAAAAAxE/0rCxomtnZ7A/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhEklkP3II/AAAAAAAAAxE/0rCxomtnZ7A/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519236738692668546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holding a grudge is bad for your back (and soul).&lt;/span&gt; I haven't heard from one of my best friends in well over a year now....and it breaks my heart. And to be honest, there's no reason for it. I'll tell you there was a fight...and it had to do with cat scratches to the eye (I know, ridiculous), but we let it kill our 3 year friendship. Letting go of our drama was the best thing I've ever done...I just wish that meant that I got her back as a friend. There are definitely times where I would love to call that gril and get her advice, because she would set me straight...but I don't, even though she's still #4 on my speed dial. Trust me, let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhFlQkimLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/js6TOOp9G6c/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhFlQkimLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/js6TOOp9G6c/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519237849748248754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You deserve to be treated like a human being.&lt;/span&gt; This is a big issue for me...don't let someone treat you wrong, regardless of who they are, what their title is or even how much you want to be with them. If you don't like the way things are going, let them know (you can do this in a nice/professional way)....but don't tolerate feeling less than yourself or less than your worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhFsCqL2kI/AAAAAAAAAxU/zbl5hSJrX5Q/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhFsCqL2kI/AAAAAAAAAxU/zbl5hSJrX5Q/s200/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519237966272911938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Time is more important than money.&lt;/span&gt; I cannot begin to tell you how many times people try to throw money at something instead of giving their time. Time is irreplaceable. It means something. You can always make more money, but giving of your time is placing importance and worth on the issue/person/event. And guys, I promise...girls would rather know that they're important by having you, than having a new necklace or dog...or something ridiculous like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhFz6qzpGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/dQ42DAAb3ho/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhFz6qzpGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/dQ42DAAb3ho/s200/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519238101566989410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Family members (and friends) are more important than most everything else in your life.&lt;/span&gt; This is not me being emo or whatever...this is me stressing the importance of the loves of your life. I have said multiple times that regardless of the craziness that is the Leach clan, I am madly in love with my family. But I am also a budgeter/freak/planner. I have rent, a car payment and a crazy cat to support. So, do I feel like I have the money to fly to Alabama this month? Nope, not even close. Do I actually have the money? Yep (and a buffer!)--so, I'll be leaving in 2.5 weeks. You can't replace the memories you miss out on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhGQ6O96uI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_S5ebW89zOc/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhGQ6O96uI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_S5ebW89zOc/s200/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519238599666428642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Say thank you.&lt;/span&gt; I am 23 years old. I don't claim to know a lot. However, I do know that some of my fondest memories of jobs, activities and people that I  have been involved with are directly associated to being appreciated. I'm a results kind of girl--I like going in and seeing the impact that I've made, the changes that can be attributed to me. But we can't always see that in every situation, especially when it comes to people. Telling someone what they've done for you or how they helped a cause is way more valuable than a silly pen and paper set. I'm a dork, but I keep greeting cards....I couldn't tell you what gifts came with them, but I can tell you how each of those cards made me feel at the time and I reflect fondly on those moments often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhGJHMgxjI/AAAAAAAAAxs/sfrhd6VUpss/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 88px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhGJHMgxjI/AAAAAAAAAxs/sfrhd6VUpss/s200/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519238465706837554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never stop reading, and learning.&lt;/span&gt; I love to read....it's kind of an unspoken requirement for English majors (and Higher Ed!). But something I missed more than I realized was reading for pure pleasure. I learned so much from it, even if it was just an obscure reference or a new word. It gives you something to talk about and keeps you up on the times. Seek knowledge in your everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhGBhhlYgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/KUl2egeLmc8/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhGBhhlYgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/KUl2egeLmc8/s200/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519238335335588354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your parents will always be your #1 fans.&lt;/span&gt; Even when I am mid-fight with the parentals, I can call them for anything. I found this out as my shelve situation was unfolding and I swear my father was ready to hop in the car for a nice, long, evening drive. They can be annoying, pushy, difficult, etc....but they can also be loving, supportive and understanding. It may not be what you want to hear or who you want to call, but they're yours and they can be helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7720323877896789065?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7720323877896789065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7720323877896789065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7720323877896789065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7720323877896789065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-things-i-wish-i-would-have-known.html' title='10 things I wish I would have known...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJhBcP4i6DI/AAAAAAAAAws/Dc_9qQV_-gA/s72-c/1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3036677876185857424</id><published>2010-09-18T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:32:44.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH and other stuff too.</title><content type='html'>Today, I crave normalcy. I want a routine. Something that requires no thought and no planning. I want to go to that place where everybody knows your name. I hate days like this, because obviously I can do none of the above...and I am forced to just make do. BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have aired my dirty laundry out to the whole blog world....let's talk about the good things in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have somewhat decorated my apartment! And I think it looks great! I may or may not have had a few issues in the decorating process--think about it, me trying to hang curtains, a shelf, anything really....by my lonesome. It was interesting to say the least, and I am still not entirely sure if my shelf will continue to hang. Here's to hoping, considering my TV is directly below it! My laziness has gotten the best of me, otherwise I would post pictures. Sorry friends, maybe sometime this week. I still need to work on the guest bedroom some and definitely the guest bathroom, but that will have to wait a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends/students from Alabama, Phil and Ethan will be joining me next weekend in Fayetteville for the Alabama v. Arkansas game. We'll see how that goes....I am seriously worried about that game though. A lot is riding on it for Alabama of course, and well, the Hogs are dead set on winning....there is no ifs, ands or buts about it--it's happening. So, I am bracing myself for upset people in my life, one way or another. Even so, I am super pumped about seeing them. Hopefully it will pull me out of my aforementioned rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucille aka demon-cat semi escaped this evening while I was bringing in groceries. I was pissed. Thank goodness I live in an indoor entrance apartment complex....otherwise, she would be a goner. To think I have been bragging on how normal acting she has been lately...AND I bought her a new toy at the grocery store. She's hateful...and ungrateful. HAHA, that rhymes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on returning to my Sweet Home (Alabama) sometime in the next 2-3 weeks. Not sure on the exact dates due to work stuff, but if anyone cares to pick me up in Birmingham and take me to Tuscaloosa, well that would be just dandy. I can't begin to tell you how pumped I am to see anyone and everyone....but especially Claire. Talking to her on the phone is both good and bad....I love talking to her and hearing about her day, life and who bit her at school, but then that makes me miss her even more. I'll get to see her soon enough though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3036677876185857424?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3036677876185857424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3036677876185857424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3036677876185857424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3036677876185857424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/09/blah-and-other-stuff-too.html' title='BLAH and other stuff too.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7411791742238474049</id><published>2010-09-17T12:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:04:29.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from Fayetteville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJOm73mUklI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ev3UVPcpmII/s1600/18067_784097400431_7018036_44086015_6089671_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJOm73mUklI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ev3UVPcpmII/s320/18067_784097400431_7018036_44086015_6089671_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517937515926164050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would love to say that from the very beginning my sister and I were the best of friends...but that would be an absolute fallacy. Being five and a half years apart, Stephanie and I fought more than everyone though possible. When she was sleeping over with friends, going to school dances or participating in youth mission trips, I was always right there trying to steal the attention away from her, never understanding why I couldn't go too...essentially, I was being the typical annoying little sister X 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recall a time where I hit my passive sister after one of our fights and hid before the wrath of my mother found me. Where did I hide? Under my sister's bed...and she never told on me. Of course, I eventually received my punishment, but she never told my mom where I was. That's just how Stephanie is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, our relationship continued to grow...and by the time Stephanie left for college, I had found my best friend. Since then, I have always been able to call on her, regardless of the issue, the time of day (or night) or her own problems; she would be there. Always. She knows how to calm me down, cheer me up and inspire me...the latter she does on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the strongest people I know, despite her emotions getting the best of her from time to time. She is driven, beautiful, caring, passionate, smart, faithful awesome, fair, compassionate, successful and mine. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about living so far away is not getting to be with my family on those special days. Birthdays have always been a big deal for us...and today is Stephanie's. So, I know my family will all get together and celebrate and I won't be there to watch when she blows out her candles....but I know that she'll feel my love, all the way from Fayetteville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Stephanie. Thanks for always being exactly what I need. You are the best sister ever. I hope your birthday is unbelievable, like you. Make Jason be nice to you...LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7411791742238474049?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7411791742238474049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7411791742238474049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7411791742238474049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7411791742238474049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-from-fayetteville_17.html' title='Love from Fayetteville'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TJOm73mUklI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ev3UVPcpmII/s72-c/18067_784097400431_7018036_44086015_6089671_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-5621827192857343484</id><published>2010-09-07T12:23:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:21:40.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>So, I realized the other day that maybe I need to do a general life update...kind of similar to my very first post oh so long ago (2 years...crazy!), since so much in my life has changed over the years and I have gained some readers along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my name is Alison, as you already know and I am now 23 years old (wow, I feel old right now). Throughout this journey of life, chronicled here, I have graduated with a Bachelors degree in English and Political Science from the greatest place on earth, Auburn University. If you've been reading all along, you know this already, but if not....feel free to catch up &lt;a href="http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2008/11/beginning-of-it-all.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! After much debate and turmoil, I embarked on the life of a grad student at the University of Alabama (no booing, please). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Masters in Higher Education Administration in May of this year....while at UA, I met the loves of my life in the Parent Programs office and found my passion. This summer, I worked our Parent Orientation with 23 of the most amazing students ever (and a few staff members too--you know who you are)...oh yeah, and I job searched. I try to block that part out....it was horrid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIpn5N0x9LI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Bu21XpA94vU/s1600/47550_867837858881_7018036_47017639_4229417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIpn5N0x9LI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Bu21XpA94vU/s320/47550_867837858881_7018036_47017639_4229417_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515334926329836722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's definitely still a ton to figure out, but there are some things that I do know for sure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIpl9sIDSlI/AAAAAAAAAuk/vb5R-SyguZw/s1600/37614_849983494171_7018036_46423196_3480882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIpl9sIDSlI/AAAAAAAAAuk/vb5R-SyguZw/s200/37614_849983494171_7018036_46423196_3480882_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515332804159949394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have THE MOST amazing friends. A few years ago, that would have been one or two people....but as I have grown and become more open, I have developed relationships with people that I could never give up. Let's just say, leaving the state of Alabama was pretty much the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Don't get me wrong....I still have my defaults...my safety blankets....my loves, but I am getting a lot better at letting people in. And yes, Ashley is still in the picture!! And of course there have been a few additions: Litsa, Sara and Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new home and job--yay for Arkansas! I am the Assistant Director of Parent and Family Programs at the U of A. Apparently, I have this unwritten requirement that I have to go to school/be employed by a school with the letters U and A in it in some way. All I can say, is that I finally feel at home in my career and for once I am not terrified of my future....the only downside is that I am 8.5 hours from everything I have ever known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece is still numero uno in my life...so precious, so sweet. I love this child, period. She is my world...I'm not kidding. It's kind of sad. This whole move has gotten me all worked up by not getting to see her as often. So far it's been 5 weeks since I have seen her....it feels like 5 years! But don't worry, I'll be seeing her soon for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have an undying love for all things orange and blue. And no, I am definitely not talking about Florida! Auburn will always be my love...no matter how hard people try to convert me or how many friends disown me. It's in my blood! It's a way of life. Ok, I'll get off that soap box for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird love for the good ol' state of Alabama...and that's something I never thought I would say. I have always loved my family and somewhat embraced my Alabama birthplace, but I, along with many others will acknowledge that Alabama isn't the most attractive place to live. However, since moving away, I have learned to appreciate it more than I could have imagined. There are so many great things that I miss that other states just don't have or can't measure up to. For instance, football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIpyABL1QCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/eMEALAOLNB8/s1600/59865_871367091271_7018036_47114855_7945180_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIpyABL1QCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/eMEALAOLNB8/s200/59865_871367091271_7018036_47114855_7945180_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515346038312222754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucille is still crazy/psycho, but she has settled down a little bit at least (on a scale of 1 to 10, she went from 32 to 18). She had a little drama during the move and ended up having to be declawed in the end, against my will. But ultimately, she is all good now. And yes, she still eats Zaxby's sauce and gets trapped behind the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle is also doing well. She upgraded a while back and got a pretty awesome aquarium and floating log. Oh, the life of a turtle! Did you know red-eared sliders grow to the size of their habitat?? I didn't either. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting facts that you may or may not know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I genuinely like to help people. &lt;br /&gt;I really want a Boston Terrier named Paul. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that ICEES can heal any hurt. &lt;br /&gt;I love to laugh. And make people laugh. &lt;br /&gt;Music makes me unbelievably happy... &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate wearing shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-5621827192857343484?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/5621827192857343484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=5621827192857343484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5621827192857343484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5621827192857343484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIpn5N0x9LI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Bu21XpA94vU/s72-c/47550_867837858881_7018036_47017639_4229417_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2694298183282908036</id><published>2010-09-07T01:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:04:14.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Ready!!</title><content type='html'>I am oh so excited about the possibility of REAL winters! Being from Alabama, we don't get much snow....none really. So even the slightest chance of snow that has been promised to me has gotten me more than thrilled and a little impatient. In an effort to be prepared and ready, I have reverted to a favorite past time and done a little online ETSY shopping (my love!!). Here is what I have come up with....I'll post where everything came from....once I purchase it all first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIXjciDK_JI/AAAAAAAAAt8/x5jTzNvWeUs/s1600/etsy-winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIXjciDK_JI/AAAAAAAAAt8/x5jTzNvWeUs/s400/etsy-winter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514063398100991122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2694298183282908036?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2694298183282908036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2694298183282908036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2694298183282908036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2694298183282908036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/09/winter-ready.html' title='Winter Ready!!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TIXjciDK_JI/AAAAAAAAAt8/x5jTzNvWeUs/s72-c/etsy-winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1292741767409284943</id><published>2010-09-07T01:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:21:38.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going to lie....moving isn't easy.</title><content type='html'>I consider myself a people person. This whole moving thing is a little more than difficult. I like to have alone time and be by myself....but at a certain point it gets old. Fast. I may have reached that point this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all jazzed about a long weekend where I could relax and get some things done around my apartment. But after a Friday evening phone call....I was in need of company. Most of you know that I lost my grandfather this summer. It was rough...and still is, especially for my grandmother. Well, I found out Friday that my uncle (Mom's side) passed away as well...unexpectedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to financial reasons and the funeral being relatively fast (he passed away on Friday, the funeral was on Sunday), I was unable to go home. I think the hardest part is not being able to help...not being able to make it better. I know, you're probably thinking that even if I was there, I wouldn't be able to make it better...and I would have to say you're kind of right, but also wrong--I would be with family, I would be able to hug my mom and grandmother, I would be surrounded by people who understand, I would be home....and that would make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest part....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1292741767409284943?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1292741767409284943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1292741767409284943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1292741767409284943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1292741767409284943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-going-to-liemoving-isnt-easy.html' title='I&apos;m not going to lie....moving isn&apos;t easy.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3854798199686127947</id><published>2010-08-26T18:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:19:14.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Arkansas!</title><content type='html'>This has been a uber busy time for me....hence no posts in a while. Tragic, I know. Almost a month ago, I left everything I knew and moved over 600 miles away from home, family and friends. I'm not going to lie, I may have freaked out a few times along this journey...but all in all, I think I have adjusted fairly well. Now that I have said that, I will probably have a catastrophic freak out session later on tonight, because that is my life....but whatev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a few updates were in order...so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not have internet or cable. &lt;br /&gt;I have yet to decorate in any way, shape or form.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy still drives me nuts (and always will).&lt;br /&gt;I got a new car....did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family/friends more now then I ever thought possible. Like, really....I thought I loved them before. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;I have returned phone calls, e-mails, texts, tweets, messages and BBMs as much as humanly possible. The pride I have for myself is beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life settles down (and I am stealing internet no longer), I promise pictures X 1000....you will hate me by the time I am done. For now though, you can settle for some random Arkansas photos, during my time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCmPrL6MI/AAAAAAAAAsc/MpEuiccDJ3U/s1600/39247_853943099091_7018036_46564257_2848569_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCmPrL6MI/AAAAAAAAAsc/MpEuiccDJ3U/s320/39247_853943099091_7018036_46564257_2848569_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509875525177043138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Fayetteville...my new home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCm7Cb9bI/AAAAAAAAAss/HJgu-zORM44/s1600/40536_855455273681_7018036_46620663_5180737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCm7Cb9bI/AAAAAAAAAss/HJgu-zORM44/s320/40536_855455273681_7018036_46620663_5180737_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509875536817288626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful flowers my family sent me....way to make me homesick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCnVUHPzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FpKwIuh7CNE/s1600/38969_857882609281_7018036_46697865_6956221_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCnVUHPzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FpKwIuh7CNE/s320/38969_857882609281_7018036_46697865_6956221_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509875543870750514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super cool hog that we featured at ROCK Camp. It's a one of a kind. Did I mention it was super cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCmnWzHcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/71MArk8PDcI/s1600/40010_855154516401_7018036_46610113_2417071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCmnWzHcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/71MArk8PDcI/s320/40010_855154516401_7018036_46610113_2417071_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509875531533983170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An orange and blue sunset....it definitely made me smile, WAR EAGLE....all the way from Fayetteville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCnp54sCI/AAAAAAAAAs8/38wsPCkShN0/s1600/44454_862170336641_7018036_46845814_3290692_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCnp54sCI/AAAAAAAAAs8/38wsPCkShN0/s320/44454_862170336641_7018036_46845814_3290692_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509875549397889058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pure heaven...and cute! Rick's Bakery is going to be a problem for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3854798199686127947?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3854798199686127947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3854798199686127947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3854798199686127947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3854798199686127947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-to-arkansas.html' title='Welcome to Arkansas!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THcCmPrL6MI/AAAAAAAAAsc/MpEuiccDJ3U/s72-c/39247_853943099091_7018036_46564257_2848569_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-6227937554261025362</id><published>2010-08-01T17:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:24:05.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish....Part 2</title><content type='html'>So apparently, I cherished too much and wrote too little....shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a whirlwind of emotions, trips, dinners, goodbyes, etc these last two weeks as I began my departure for Arkansas.....to somewhat document what we did do in that two week span and make up for my massive blog failure, here's a recap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple YOMO trips&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Sushi&lt;br /&gt;A cat birthday party (not mine, I promise)&lt;br /&gt;PA Banquet&lt;br /&gt;Mugshots, complete with Litsa's peanut butter burger&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake Factory with some awesome friends&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo Phil's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, but I just can't seem to remember....don't hate me. Enjoy this picture instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TFX_GhtfblI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OZdyilcUShA/s1600/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TFX_GhtfblI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OZdyilcUShA/s400/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500583007496400466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-6227937554261025362?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/6227937554261025362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=6227937554261025362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6227937554261025362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6227937554261025362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/08/cherish2.html' title='Cherish....Part 2'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TFX_GhtfblI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OZdyilcUShA/s72-c/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-5599306133114987523</id><published>2010-07-29T19:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:51:25.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day...   :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THWsYnV37bI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tc3QZMS6iLM/s1600/38065_853704686871_7018036_46558847_5428914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THWsYnV37bI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tc3QZMS6iLM/s400/38065_853704686871_7018036_46558847_5428914_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509499258035236274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in this truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I accepted my new job at Arkansas, I never got a real grasp of how hard it was going to be to leave Alabama and everything that it means to me. It has been my life for almost my entire life.....I have so many memories and so many great friends. It is really killing me--I am moving. This truck makes it all real....I hate this truck right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-5599306133114987523?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/5599306133114987523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=5599306133114987523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5599306133114987523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5599306133114987523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day...   :('/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/THWsYnV37bI/AAAAAAAAAsU/tc3QZMS6iLM/s72-c/38065_853704686871_7018036_46558847_5428914_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2974080690607508700</id><published>2010-07-12T18:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:10:06.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish....</title><content type='html'>I have 17 days left....two and a half weeks....half of a month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, my life is changing. While it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; really exciting, it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; really scary at the same time. So when thinking about my last half of a month in Alabama, I decided to cherish everyday--live it to the fullest....because it will be a while before I get back here. Litsa and I joke that we should stay up every night and just soak everything in. While it is a joke, I am somewhat tempted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long I have complained about how boring Alabama is/was. There was never anything to do or anywhere to go....so, I guess we just created the fun. Somewhere along the way I lost sight of how much fun I really did have with the amazing people in my life. So, as my dreaded goodbye process began/begins/is beginning, I had THE revelation--cherish everything....restaurants, people, places, things, even stupid stress. Just remember it all and take it in, because nothing will be like the here and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my first day of cherishing, I ate dinner with the most important lady in my life, my grandmother. I hadn't seen her in about two weeks, which was a lot, considering the amount of time I have spent with her over the last six months due to my grandfather's illness. It was good to just sit and talk to her. I think leaving her behind will be the hardest part about moving away. She is the most incredible woman I know, and it kills me to see her without him, because they truly were made for each other. But all in all, she looked great and is adjusting quite well. I hope that she feels the same way about herself and stands up for what she wants/needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud and lucky to be her granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to day 17!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2974080690607508700?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2974080690607508700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2974080690607508700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2974080690607508700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2974080690607508700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/07/cherish.html' title='Cherish....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2031164799511119464</id><published>2010-07-05T04:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:04:33.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arkansas!</title><content type='html'>So its about time for some exciting news.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job....and not just a job, a dream job! I am the new Assistant Director of Parent and Family Programs at the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville. How exciting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down last week to shadow the job, get to know my supervisor/co-workers better and nail down the ever so important living arrangements. I am interested to see how all these work out in the fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now I just have to work on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing all of my junk and consolidating it all to fit into one tee-tiny trailer. HA!&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing a new car, since the boo most definitely will not make it on multiple 8 hour trips.&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out how to say goodbye (I am notorious for sucking at this....apparently you can ask Phil or Litsa).&lt;br /&gt;Working on a playlist that can accompany me, Lucille and Isabell on our westward journey.&lt;br /&gt;Feasibly figuring out how many weekends I can visit (sweet home) Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;Cleverly convincing everyone else to come visit on the other weekends that I cannot....&lt;br /&gt;Stealing Claire Elizabeth from Stephanie and claiming her as my own child. Candy will work nicely in my favor here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2031164799511119464?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2031164799511119464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2031164799511119464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2031164799511119464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2031164799511119464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/07/arkansas.html' title='Arkansas!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-221577631227809739</id><published>2010-07-01T04:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T04:29:16.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened the last few months that I have chosen not to blog about until now. Sometimes, you just need a little perspective, a vision if you will....to know where to go or what something meant. In saying that I do not claim that I have all the answers, because I have just the opposite of that. But I can rest assured in one thing--life goes on and in most cases you learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather passed away almost a month ago. It has been a very long, very painful journey that I still visit and think through each day. It is hard, because he truly was the greatest man I have ever known. As this journey began almost six months ago with a seemingly minor health problem, I imagined a short hospital stay and some medication rounds for recovery. I realize now that life really is precious and man and medicine cannot heal all. We are not invincible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to be able to spend much of that six months with him, loving him, talking to him, helping and just being with him. I would not trade those six months for anything, despite how painful it was to watch him in such a limited capacity. I got to say goodbye, and I am forever grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-221577631227809739?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/221577631227809739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=221577631227809739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/221577631227809739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/221577631227809739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/07/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7147866803445355166</id><published>2010-05-15T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:44:45.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Master Leach!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S-7BSLZb8rI/AAAAAAAAAqI/U-C6z90kDec/s1600/30028_823149409891_7004841_45369099_3055105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S-7BSLZb8rI/AAAAAAAAAqI/U-C6z90kDec/s400/30028_823149409891_7004841_45369099_3055105_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471523115343016626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7147866803445355166?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7147866803445355166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7147866803445355166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7147866803445355166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7147866803445355166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/05/call-me-master-leach.html' title='Call me Master Leach!!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S-7BSLZb8rI/AAAAAAAAAqI/U-C6z90kDec/s72-c/30028_823149409891_7004841_45369099_3055105_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-33704763120321315</id><published>2010-05-07T00:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:57:41.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare yourself: Emotional Rollercoaster Post</title><content type='html'>It has been one heck of a while since I posted last. I could try to update you, the world, on every little thing that has been my life in these recent months...but I choose not to. Just a few brief updates and then we will move on. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S-Orwo-4RBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TguXHRllr30/s1600/aliosn+hospital+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S-Orwo-4RBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TguXHRllr30/s400/aliosn+hospital+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468403224681137170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather is sick. Sick, like it breaks my heart to see him, sick. I have never experienced such pain and remorse and just plain heartache that I can't even describe. He is the love of my life. How am I supposed to function without him...or even worse, how am I supposed to function knowing he is in such pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much, much, much happier note, I passed my comprehensive finals and all is a go in regards to graduation. So on Saturday I will have my Masters! Not to be overly emo (as if the above paragraph wasn't emo enough) but I just wish my grandfather could be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up comes Parent Orientation! I am so excited to get everything underway. Our Parent Ambassadors are amazing and I really can't wait to spend everyday this summer with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a few job interviews recently--let's hope one of them works out. I really want to continue working in orientation, specifically with Parent and Family Programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the real reason for this post--saying goodbye. I hate it. There is nothing good about saying goodbye. I am typically not an emotional person. I don't cry an awful lot....but when you take my friends from me, I am a goner. You might as well stock up on Kleenex, settle in and let me be. Last week, Catherine started packing up her office; I walked downstairs and the sight of it just broke me. She isn't leaving for at least another week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like losing the people I love. I am greedy and selfish and honestly, I am ok with that as long as it means I can have my friends. And if you know me, then you know I have a dreaded curse when it comes to friends in a new city, as in I don't make them until my last year or less there. Ridiculous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-33704763120321315?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/33704763120321315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=33704763120321315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/33704763120321315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/33704763120321315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/05/prepare-yourself-emotional.html' title='Prepare yourself: Emotional Rollercoaster Post'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S-Orwo-4RBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TguXHRllr30/s72-c/aliosn+hospital+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3838418439652839271</id><published>2010-03-23T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:43:45.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/leacham" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/leacham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3838418439652839271?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3838418439652839271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3838418439652839271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3838418439652839271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3838418439652839271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-7313898667614275292</id><published>2010-03-18T01:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:40:06.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, there is so much to tell....</title><content type='html'>There is so much to tell, and I don't know where to begin....so get ready for a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was about a week ago, and it was pretty fun. But, I am kind of feeling a little lackluster about being 23. Nothing too exciting, nothing to look forward to. Even so, I am alive and I am quite happy so no big deal....it is just another year. My friends were pretty awesome though. A girl couldn't ask for better friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S6HX64V-vQI/AAAAAAAAApw/kdHXZwYBbWc/s1600-h/100_2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S6HX64V-vQI/AAAAAAAAApw/kdHXZwYBbWc/s320/100_2999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449874430651972866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SROW!! That is all I have to say about that. But because I know that makes no sense to 99 percent of the world, I guess I should explain. It was amazing! We started off the day with sticker swap and roll call, which was a claustrophobic's nightmare--everyone was hitting you (sometimes in inappropriate places) with their institution's stickers and yelling about their orientation team. Then there was the song/skit/dance competition and it was crazy! I have included a video below, for your viewing pleasure (LSU won). Yes, we rocked those elephant hats like rock stars....you won't see a pic of me in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbwhqdATke0&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/sbwhqdATke0&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had educational sessions all day which were really interesting. Sara, Jessica and I presented on parent programming, with only one minor fiasco. The professional and graduate student lunch ran a bit long (30 minutes) and our session was right after lunch....so our "roundtable discussion" was non existent. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am back and ready for action, I am 100 percent focused on comps. I have decided to be confident and attack this stupid test head on, like Lucy does if a bug dares to enter her territory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week (spring break) has been a whirlwind. On Monday morning, while I was still trying to recuperate from SROW and that ungodly bus ride back to AL, I got a phone call from my cousin telling me that my grandfather was being sent to the hospital. After a bit of searching, I found them. He apparently has an enlarged heart, mold or fungus in his lungs, ridiculous swelling (his legs make him look like he weighs 500 lbs, due to his weak heart), gallstones and dementia (which we already knew). So yeah, craziness ensued and hasn't stopped since, including one moment last night where he pulled out his IV and all of his heart monitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is also under the weather, with some unexplained/unidentified pain in his side. We thought it might be his gallbladder as well, but everything turned out fine there, same with his kidneys. He had an ultrasound yesterday morning, so here's to hoping they figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of it all, Lucy decided to partake in all the sickness that is going around and contribute a urinary tract infection to the long list of ailments in the Leach circle. I have ordered each and everyone of my family members to either get better or to stay healthy respectively. They better listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, presuming all is well in the health dept. for my family, I will be going to Mobile to be reunited with my gril!! And I am SO excited. It has been hard living away from my best friend for so long, but I guess we make it work. Nothing would make me happier than finding a job that is closer to or in Mobile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an update, graduation is 50 days away...how AWESOME! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-7313898667614275292?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/7313898667614275292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=7313898667614275292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7313898667614275292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/7313898667614275292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-there-is-so-much-to-tell.html' title='Oh, there is so much to tell....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S6HX64V-vQI/AAAAAAAAApw/kdHXZwYBbWc/s72-c/100_2999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-6756451813868231541</id><published>2010-03-01T23:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:48:15.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An English major's dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S4yjh9jCLmI/AAAAAAAAApo/oCmf14MwnF0/s1600-h/typwriter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S4yjh9jCLmI/AAAAAAAAApo/oCmf14MwnF0/s400/typwriter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443905853436604002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=41657439&amp;ref=sr_gallery_31&amp;&amp;ga_search_query=typewriter&amp;ga_search_type=all&amp;ga_page=8&amp;includes[]=tags&amp;includes[]=title"&gt;Do work journal&lt;/a&gt;, top middle left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31606487&amp;ref=sr_gallery_16&amp;&amp;ga_search_query=typewriter&amp;ga_search_type=all&amp;ga_page=9&amp;includes[]=tags&amp;includes[]=title"&gt;typewriter necklace, "lucy"&lt;/a&gt;, top middle right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=40929237&amp;ref=sr_gallery_6&amp;&amp;ga_search_query=typewriter&amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;ga_page=&amp;includes[]=tags&amp;includes[]=title"&gt;love writer cards&lt;/a&gt;, top right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=39202483&amp;ref=sr_gallery_26&amp;&amp;ga_search_query=typewriter&amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;ga_page=&amp;includes[]=tags&amp;includes[]=title"&gt;turquoise typewriter print&lt;/a&gt;, middle:&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=36081796"&gt; typewriter key 'A' ring&lt;/a&gt;, bottom left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=40361547&amp;ref=sr_gallery_21&amp;&amp;ga_search_query=typewriter&amp;ga_search_type=all&amp;ga_page=8&amp;includes[]=tags&amp;includes[]=title"&gt;Keep calm print&lt;/a&gt;, bottom middle right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php? 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Not only is the end in sight, but Orientation starts soon after that....that is if I escape the pending doom otherwise known as comps. I feel like my life is flying passed me and I am sad. I know it is cliche, but I feel like I just started this journey. I have met such great people and had some awesome experiences...it is completely unfathomable for me to give this up so soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming events (say a prayer, I think I will need it)&lt;br /&gt;Conant Presentation and Paper&lt;br /&gt;2 Case Study Memos&lt;br /&gt;A (family) -day event&lt;br /&gt;CSC Staff Applications&lt;br /&gt;CSC End of the Year Publication&lt;br /&gt;Comprehensive Finals&lt;br /&gt;Various CSA events&lt;br /&gt;FIND A JOB&lt;br /&gt;SROW&lt;br /&gt;SROW Presentation&lt;br /&gt;Wedding (Not mine....but one of my BFF's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post was to get it out and calm me down....too bad it had the exact opposite effect. There are a few more things, but as I wrote out the list, I realized I needed to get on things and not waste a second. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already begun reciting my mantra, "The best thing one can do when it is raining, is to let it rain." I am going to enjoy every single second of this craziness and if something happens that I can't control, I will just let it go. There is no sense in worrying over something that can't be changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like rain anyway! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1941473797676061953?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1941473797676061953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1941473797676061953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1941473797676061953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1941473797676061953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-like-rain.html' title='I like rain!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3534705144884333112</id><published>2010-02-11T01:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:02:36.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Write Love on Her Arms...</title><content type='html'>I guess I am somewhat of a cause whore....but when I find something I believe in, I can't turn my back on it. A few people in my life have faced depression over the years; some contemplated their life, whether/if they mattered, and why they even existed....what they didn't know, was that other people were going through the same thing they were. And furthermore, that people did care, they did have a purpose and they did matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Write Love on Her Arms is a movement to show women that there is hope for their life and meaning to their existence. They explain this further on their &lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/index.php"&gt;Web site&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You were created to love and be loved.  You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto the purpose....on Friday, February 12, people around the world are taking a stand and writing love on their arms. While this may not seem like some huge movement that will impact mankind for the rest of time, it is the small achievable activities that make the world a better place. For the sake of sounding cheesy, "Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end." So let's make a HUGE splash....(my sarcastic soul just died a little, but it was worth it, for such a good cause!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some examples from the last event in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y3ikT6x2oYw&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/y3ikT6x2oYw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2559952928864757177-3534705144884333112?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3534705144884333112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3534705144884333112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3534705144884333112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3534705144884333112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To Write Love on Her Arms...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8927170466725823639</id><published>2010-02-05T22:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:13:44.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Coach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TAxuaRgY_5I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QHNTXIAPj6Q/s1600/19667_791430879081_7018036_44299688_6427579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TAxuaRgY_5I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QHNTXIAPj6Q/s400/19667_791430879081_7018036_44299688_6427579_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479876244257963922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a hard day for me. Two years ago today, the best teacher I have ever encountered lost his battle to cancer. This man was like my grandfather....constantly caring about his students and working for the betterment of his students' lives, the school or the community. He was a phenomenal, amazing, incredible human being. To this day, as you walk the halls of Wetumpka High School, you can tell something is missing. While it has been such a sad loss, his legacy continues as we remember him each year and recall in fondness his life quote, "You can't soar with eagles during the day, if you fly with buzzards at night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Coach Bazemore! You are truly missed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8927170466725823639?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8927170466725823639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8927170466725823639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8927170466725823639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8927170466725823639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-coach.html' title='RIP Coach!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TAxuaRgY_5I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/QHNTXIAPj6Q/s72-c/19667_791430879081_7018036_44299688_6427579_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1489784115512834047</id><published>2010-01-29T02:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:19:17.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day is just around the corner.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S2KlqhgNv2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/tP3HxEwLvkY/s1600-h/v%27day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S2KlqhgNv2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/tP3HxEwLvkY/s400/v%27day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432086250528816994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=cart_raf_img_1&amp;listing_id=26434214"&gt;floral necklace&lt;/a&gt;, top middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19898169"&gt;under the sea valentine&lt;/a&gt;, top right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=38761393"&gt;double stranded heart necklace&lt;/a&gt;, center left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=39529307"&gt;rosette scarf&lt;/a&gt;, center middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=39491909"&gt;monkey valentine pillow&lt;/a&gt;, center right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=39295622"&gt;ornate red frame&lt;/a&gt;, bottom left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=fp_recent&amp;listing_id=33784597"&gt;floral clutch&lt;/a&gt;, bottom middle: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=38141469"&gt;heart journal&lt;/a&gt;, bottom right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=38712451&amp;ref=cat2_gallery_9"&gt;wooden valentine art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1489784115512834047?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1489784115512834047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1489784115512834047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1489784115512834047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1489784115512834047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentines-day-is-just-around-corner.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day is just around the corner.....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S2KlqhgNv2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/tP3HxEwLvkY/s72-c/v%27day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4992624843225441916</id><published>2010-01-27T23:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:36:20.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone read this anymore??</title><content type='html'>Hello? Anyone there? If not, I totally understand, since I am the worst blogger ever and never update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I updated the blog design again....I needed some newness to my life. I am still not fully content with it, but nonetheless it is up and we all will have to deal with it until I can slow my roll enough to fix it the way my perfectionist self prefers it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is CRAZY busy right now, and I am not sure why. The new year/new schedule thing has really thrown me off. One major difference has been my internship at the Community Service Center (CSC). Since I recently found out that I am graduating this semester (check out the new, oh so cool and uber cliche Countdown to Graduation widget to the right...99 days!!), I had to finish out my remaining requirements for my degree. And what did I have left?? Two core classes and an internship. This seems fine and dandy.....but typically, the internship is done during the summer, which equals no classes. To further complicate things, I also have a twenty hour assistantship...and a life (right?!?) of course. So needless to say, I am a bit busy....luckily, I LOVE what I am doing and I work with great, understanding people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I had a post graduation job I would be set. However, I will be working orientation during the summer at Bama, so I am pretty excited about that. We have an amazing group of students that I get the privilege of working with and I can't wait to delve right into programs and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am working on another presentation for an upcoming conference through NODA (the same conference that I did earlier this year). These conferences are regionally based and are more geared towards undergraduate as well as professional staff. Our is called SROW, Southern Regional Orientation Workshop and this year it is in Louisville, KY. This will be the first year for our office to take staff, so we are doing a bit of a trial run by taking our returning PAs. I am pretty excited and really hope that my proposal gets accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S2EvlOw3kNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MBx1KQV6W54/s1600-h/PixelconFacebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S2EvlOw3kNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MBx1KQV6W54/s320/PixelconFacebook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431674942250258642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I am working with a group on campus called ABXY (video gaming organization) to promote PixelCon, the first annual video gaming conference at the University of Alabama. Although I am not your typical gamer, per se....it is definitely something I believe in and some of my awesome PAs are working on it and I want to support them. Not to mention, the chance of owning anyone and everyone who wants to try their hand at beating me at Mario. So, if you are in Tuscaloosa on Sunday and you are bored/like gaming/or are generally a cool person who likes checking out new things, come by PixelCon in the Ferguson Center from 11-until whenever. The schedule is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 AM Registration Sign In Begins/ PixelCon Begins&lt;br /&gt;11:15 AM Welcome Speech&lt;br /&gt;11:30 AM Modern Warfare II and Super Mario Smash Bros. Brawl Tournaments Begin&lt;br /&gt;               Replays Retro Gaming (All Day)&lt;br /&gt;               Game Play Stations (All Day)&lt;br /&gt;               Tabletop (All Day)&lt;br /&gt;               Computer (All Day)&lt;br /&gt;               Rock Band play (All Day)&lt;br /&gt;1:00 PM  ABXY Live Podcast Panel&lt;br /&gt;2:00 PM  NCAA Football 10 Tournament begins&lt;br /&gt;2:00 PM  "Online Virtual World Second Life" presented by Jeremy Wayne Satcher&lt;br /&gt;3:00 PM Gaming &amp; Career Development Panel&lt;br /&gt;4:00 PM Proping/Costuming/Cosplay Panel&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM Concert&lt;br /&gt;             Registration for Cosplay Contest Due&lt;br /&gt;6:30 PM Cosplay Contest&lt;br /&gt;             Registration for Rock Band Contest Due&lt;br /&gt;7:00 PM Closing Ceremonies &lt;br /&gt;7:30 PM Rock Band Contest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4992624843225441916?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4992624843225441916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4992624843225441916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4992624843225441916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4992624843225441916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-anyone-read-this-anymore.html' title='Does anyone read this anymore??'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S2EvlOw3kNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MBx1KQV6W54/s72-c/PixelconFacebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1847937840675571526</id><published>2010-01-24T02:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:27:19.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight, CoCo!!</title><content type='html'>Last night, America said goodnight to Conan O'brien on the Tonight Show after a long and quite public episode with NBC. Ultimately, Leno wasn't performing well during prime time and Conan wasn't given the opportunity to grow his audience. So after seven months, NBC decided to move Leno back to the original time and push the Tonight Show back. Conan didn't agree to this deal and ended up leaving, rightly so, in my opinion.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite all of the controversy, Conan ended his show with such a dignified address to NBC and his fans. It made a great ending to a wonderful show. I just wish we wouldn't have to go through what I am calling the "Conan drought." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights from last night's show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaC-X8iyvTs&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/MaC-X8iyvTs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnC35KDZN4g&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/MnC35KDZN4g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Goodnight, CoCo!! We'll see you in September!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1847937840675571526?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1847937840675571526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1847937840675571526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1847937840675571526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1847937840675571526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodnight-coco.html' title='Goodnight, CoCo!!'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3492275311669897144</id><published>2010-01-06T02:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:18:58.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is worth it.</title><content type='html'>I should be in the bed right now....I have work in six hours.....everything is telling me to sleep, but instead I am freezing, sitting on my couch, typing these words. Why, you may ask? Because I am infatuated with a song I heard today. Seven hours after hearing it, I finally found it and have been listening to it since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my lack of sleep, frazzled and laborious post along with my frostbitten toes don't convince you to listen, then just do it because I said to...trust me, it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8pQLtHTPaI&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/o8pQLtHTPaI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy, simple lyrics....sung with such conviction and feeling. Amazing....that is all that comes to mind. Her name is Brandi Carlile and I am pretty much smitten. And not just with this song, but her others too. My lord. I feel like a little kid in a candy store....this song is so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-3492275311669897144?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3492275311669897144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3492275311669897144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3492275311669897144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3492275311669897144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-worth-it.html' title='It is worth it.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-6942695520336470544</id><published>2009-12-19T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:21:42.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How the time flies...</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe, but one year ago today, I graduated from Auburn. I feel like it was about a million years ago, but nonetheless it happened and I have a diploma to show for it....even though it is still laying on the floor unhung (thanks Bob-o). Since graduation, I have started my Master's degree, traveled to California, got a great job, learned a lot in school and about myself and had some fun too. It is kind of hard to believe that my life has changed so much. Not to mention how much it will continue to change in the upcoming year....but alas, that is another post for another day (coming soon probably). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most monumental thing that I learned this year was not something I learned in the classroom, but a quote that put my life into perspective. If you recall, I was freaking out about my future this time last year....that's right, I still didn't know for sure if I was going to go to UA for grad school, and it started in January. Not to mention where I was going to live, work or how it was going to be paid for. I found this quote a little into 2009, passed time for New Year's resolutions, but since I am late to everything anyway, I figured it wouldn't hurt. So I began a resolution of sorts centered around this saying, "The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain." Simple, yet so profound...at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned before, I am a worrier. I like to plan things out and be prepared for what is to come and what could be. Maybe that's the girl scout coming out in me or something. Regardless, this can cause some pretty epic freak out moments and many a panic attack. Thankfully, I had the realization that you can't control everything. You have to plan and be prepared, but at some point....life just happens. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have used this knowledge and challenged myself. Instead of having 159 fits of pure turmoil, I may have reduced it down to 100. :) Of course, Bobby would probably beg to differ, but who asked him anyway? I know that this is something that I definitely need to keep working on, but it is nice to be able to look back and see how far you have come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with those upcoming resolutions, friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-6942695520336470544?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/6942695520336470544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=6942695520336470544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6942695520336470544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6942695520336470544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-time-flies.html' title='How the time flies...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8169136472018968654</id><published>2009-12-16T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:00:06.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is here, bringing good cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SyrwGVZ0tSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/XGL688Cr6qk/s1600-h/100_2677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SyrwGVZ0tSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/XGL688Cr6qk/s320/100_2677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405493481780514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas can officially begin....classes are over, I'll be done with work tomorrow and I just finished watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; I cannot wait!!! Christmas is by far my favorite holiday--I get to go home and be with my family, how could I not be excited? Watching Claire-Bear opening her presents last year was really too sweet. This year I got her a toy shopping cart and a cash register to go along with the kitchen set my sister bought her. That is about all of the shopping I have done. My sister is freaking out about Christmas shopping, but I am not worried. Something about Christmas is just relaxing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home last weekend to begin the festivities with Christmas on the Coosa.....but the rain had other plans and they had to cancel it. I was a little (a lot) disappointed since I went home specifically for it, but life goes on. I will get to go to the Live Nativity Scene though, which I typically don't get to see. And they decided to do the fireworks from Christmas on the Coosa that night too....so I guess I can forgive them for that. I am just mad that we won't get to shop in all the booths and vendors that come out....I usually buy at least five presents there each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is loving Christmas too...if I had a Christmas card, this would be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Syrvtuz-NCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/74HjNmI_ePs/s1600-h/100_2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Syrvtuz-NCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/74HjNmI_ePs/s320/100_2663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405070805611554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8169136472018968654?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8169136472018968654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8169136472018968654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8169136472018968654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8169136472018968654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-here-bringing-good-cheer.html' title='Christmas is here, bringing good cheer'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SyrwGVZ0tSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/XGL688Cr6qk/s72-c/100_2677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-5410632729955180965</id><published>2009-12-16T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:01:09.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Ambassadors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Symb5gHbzMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RluJ3ID6obA/s1600-h/100_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Symb5gHbzMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RluJ3ID6obA/s400/100_2627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416031439065697474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't really written much about work recently....to be honest, I haven't written much at all lately. Shame on me! In an effort to update you, let me tell you about some AWESOME students that I get to work with. I am the Graduate Assistant for Parent Programs and primarily, I work with orientation. During orientation we work with parents, getting them ready to send their child to the University and answering any and every question imaginable under the sun.....trust me, we get some strange ones. The people who help us with this enormous task are the Parent Ambassadors, a group of 24 students from all across the country sharing one passion--the University of Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to lie, they are pretty amazing....and I have only met them once as a full group. They had to go through a rather intense interview and application process and then we all got together for a Holiday/Welcome party. Let's just say that this year is going to be filled with a lot of fun, laughter and hard work of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you know what I am talking about when I talk about Parent Ambassadors (PAs). I am sure I will have some interesting stories. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-5410632729955180965?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/5410632729955180965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=5410632729955180965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5410632729955180965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5410632729955180965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/12/parent-ambassadors.html' title='Parent Ambassadors'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Symb5gHbzMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/RluJ3ID6obA/s72-c/100_2627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-5880617708469186246</id><published>2009-12-16T02:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:47:34.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you didn't know...</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't know, Alabama won the SEC Championship game against Florida. Therfore, they will be representing the SEC (best conference known to man) in the National Championship game against Texas. Great, right? Yes and no--yes, because that means that everyone I work with is in an incredible mood everyday, all the time and Bobby is happy; no, because at work we had a retreat planned for our newly selected Parent Ambassadors for the same weekend as the game....which means no retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the irritation that I feel concerning the retreat, I am really happy for the University and fans alike. A lot of Auburn fans are being rude and pulling for the Longhorns just because they don't want Bama to win....while I understand this, I still feel like it is a little much. Granted, I would love for Auburn to be there instead, but it isn't happening....so let's just get along. Unless you are a Texas fan already.....then you have every right. So by all means, go right ahead! While, I typically like Texas (notice I said like and not love; my feelings about Texas could be best related to the 4th of July--I like Independence day....it is a good holiday, but it isn't the best), I will be pulling for Alabama. So, go ahead friends and call me a traitor or whatever, I don't care....actually I welcome it, because at least in the end I will be cheering for the team that wins (I hope). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does this mean for Alabama? They get to try for their 13th National Championship....pretty exciting if you ask me. Bobby is really excited too. And of course, he gets to go...yep, that's right, Bobby's parents are forking over at least $1000 to go to a football game. And he says he isn't spoiled??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Texas goes, I don't think they deserve to be there at all. Their last game against Nebraska was depressing. So yeah, it is only logical to cheer for the Tide anyway.....or at least that is how I am justifying it to myself. Don't get me wrong, I'll be yelling at the TV like every other game I watch, but I don't know if I will go as far as wearing crimson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think Bama will win with a decent lead of about 10....I am not too sure about the final score. As long as Alabama plays like they did against Florida, I think they will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I will admit that Mark Ingram definitely deserved the Heisman. And I cried when listening to his acceptance speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I will be cheering for Bama on January 7th, I'll ALWAYS be an Auburn fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR DAMN EAGLE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-5880617708469186246?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/5880617708469186246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=5880617708469186246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5880617708469186246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5880617708469186246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8879286451247548927</id><published>2009-12-14T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:51:06.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited Anaheim pics....</title><content type='html'>As I said before, I loved Anaheim. I only wish I had more time there outside of conference stuff. I really feel like I learned a lot and broke out of my comfort zone a little. I really hope to go back soon....Disney deserves AT LEAST a full day of exploration....not just one very rushed night. Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-de.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919821667294&amp;amp;site=widget-de.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919821667294&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-de.slide.com/p1/3386706919821667294/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919821667294&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-de.slide.com/p2/3386706919821667294/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3386706919821667294&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-de.slide.com/p4/3386706919821667294/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2559952928864757177-8879286451247548927?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8879286451247548927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8879286451247548927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8879286451247548927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8879286451247548927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-awaited-anaheim-pics.html' title='The long awaited Anaheim pics....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8650782931759063829</id><published>2009-12-06T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:23:30.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas....</title><content type='html'>Get ready for some fantabulous finds for yuletide gifting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I give Bozeman a little heads up on gifts that would be acceptable for our holiday exchange...and every year he ignores my suggestions. But nonetheless, I will continue with my tradition, as I am sure he will too, because we are southerners and we don't know how to do anything else but blindly follow our traditions, year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SxyW3FGoW8I/AAAAAAAAAko/sy3xnKxosok/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SxyW3FGoW8I/AAAAAAAAAko/sy3xnKxosok/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412366725199453122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/printmakerjenn"&gt;watercolor painting/print&lt;/a&gt;, top: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/retrogalusa"&gt;damask teacup&lt;/a&gt;, middle left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=30140725"&gt;mustard scarf&lt;/a&gt;, middle right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33406710"&gt;orange bag&lt;/a&gt;, bottom left: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/eadybeady"&gt;printed cosmetic bag&lt;/a&gt;, bottom right: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29754978"&gt;blue bead earrings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8650782931759063829?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8650782931759063829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8650782931759063829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8650782931759063829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8650782931759063829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SxyW3FGoW8I/AAAAAAAAAko/sy3xnKxosok/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-131086472937920116</id><published>2009-11-29T00:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:31:18.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't be more pleased....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Sxy9SKNZaGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kgikadVk0NY/s1600-h/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Sxy9SKNZaGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kgikadVk0NY/s320/edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412408971868334178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't be more pleased with the way Auburn played in the Iron Bowl. Let me tell you, a lot of people had some huge doubts and terrible predictions for the Tigers, and it REALLY got me down. Especially when I started my week with verbal abuse for wearing an orange sweater....I mean, HELLO, it is Thanksgiving!! And to all the people on Finbaum who said Auburn wouldn't score, you really need to be more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the jeering and such, I am a real fan and I was going to show up and support my team, good or bad. I definitely didn't expect such an intense game, but as I said before, I was quite pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auburn played well, with two touchdowns early in the game, one of which came from a recovered onside kick...some say this was gimmicky and all, but I thought it was innovative and really spoke to Malzahn's offensive strategy. These were the first touchdowns the Tide had allowed for two games. Alabama scored two touchdowns to tie the game up in the second quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After halftime, Auburn came out and took the lead with a touchdown by Darvin Adams. Alabama pushed down the field three times, with only field goals to show for it, bringing the score to 21-20 going into the fourth. With a minute and twenty-four seconds left on the clock, Alabama scored to win the game, 26-21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think Auburn could have won it had they had more depth. They played with 75 scholarship players. Of course, this wasn't anyone's fault except ours with all the drama that surrounded AU's recruitment, but it should be noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, Alabama won because they had a better team--not because they played better, and not because they deserved it (they were lacking). But it definitely says something for the Tide to win even when they have a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you in the SEC Championship game...and hopefully the BCS National Championship game too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR DAMN EAGLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-131086472937920116?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/131086472937920116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=131086472937920116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/131086472937920116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/131086472937920116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-couldnt-be-more-pleased.html' title='I couldn&apos;t be more pleased....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Sxy9SKNZaGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kgikadVk0NY/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-5591729747116055498</id><published>2009-11-25T01:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:57:04.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There are many (random) things I am thankful for....</title><content type='html'>This year has been crazy...a lot of stuff has happened, a lot of new and exciting adventures, and a lot of changes. So, this Thanksgiving, instead of being thankful for just the norms--family, friends, pets, etc. I thought I would share some random things I am thankful for that just might give a laugh or two. Remember, I am a random person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S1_cg_ZYWdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ae92DSawYoc/s1600-h/RainbowBriteStarlitepic+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S1_cg_ZYWdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ae92DSawYoc/s320/RainbowBriteStarlitepic+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431302134963919314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rainbow Brite&lt;/span&gt; was my childhood hero. I used to love watching the movie and singing along as loud as possible. I am sure Diane (my mom) remembers this as well. I am most thankful that this show was around because I really feel like it shaped who I am today. You could tell she really cared and really wanted to help. Plus she had a sweet horse too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S1_d0QNfOaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/SewxOyLT99E/s1600-h/100186896_b46e7fd4b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S1_d0QNfOaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/SewxOyLT99E/s320/100186896_b46e7fd4b6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431303565406583202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watermelon Sour Patch Candy&lt;/span&gt; is the BOMB.com....yes, I said it and I won't apologize; they are just THAT good. I would venture to say that this is my favorite candy, which is odd since I am definitely a chocolate girl through and through. Honestly, my life would be pointless without these. The only downside is the name....it is so weird because it feels like you should call them Sour Patch Kids, but they aren't kids...they are watermelons. Why must they be so confusing and yet so tasty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S1_fZs2hb0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/VWx2Q8i-7Uw/s1600-h/2003.chevrolet.malibu.2173-300x189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S1_fZs2hb0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/VWx2Q8i-7Uw/s320/2003.chevrolet.malibu.2173-300x189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431305308261674818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Car aka Betty/Black Beauty/The Boo &lt;/span&gt; and I have done some damage. If only she were new and pristine again. I am so grateful for this car. I, and everyone else, have run her in the ground and she is still kicking. I'll probably drive her until she drives no longer....which will never happen since she is apparently invincible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, but still equally random, I am thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt;. I know it probably doesn't make sense, and it definitely doesn't go along with the other things listed but I can't help but appreciate the perspective that I have on life. I am quite a lucky and blessed girl--I have an amazing family, friends and life altogether. Remembering this from time to time can be difficult, especially when I let things get me down. But I can usually straighten out any problem with a little thought and consideration as far as other people and their problems go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close out the most bizarre post ever, here are the lyrics from a song my 2nd grade class sang at Thanksgiving way back when....it is strange what sticks with you from your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I am thankful for&lt;br /&gt;I can find them near and far&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I am thankful for&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the earth&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my friends&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thankful to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things  I am thankful for&lt;br /&gt;I can find them near and far&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I am thankful for&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for each tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my home&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thankful to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things  I am thankful for&lt;br /&gt;I can find them near and far&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I am thankful for&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my food&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to be free&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the stars&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thankful to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an added bonus (which I am sure you are most &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thankful&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for) here is a cute little girl singing the first verse/chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyqWGwSQ1g8&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/xyqWGwSQ1g8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-5591729747116055498?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/5591729747116055498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=5591729747116055498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5591729747116055498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/5591729747116055498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-many-random-things-i-am.html' title='There are many (random) things I am thankful for....'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/S1_cg_ZYWdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ae92DSawYoc/s72-c/RainbowBriteStarlitepic+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2590131024024019493</id><published>2009-11-24T02:43:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:14:30.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SxykOM68YpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/oUICHoFzc6Q/s1600-h/the-time-travelers-wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SxykOM68YpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/oUICHoFzc6Q/s320/the-time-travelers-wife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412381416086069906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since graduating (almost a year ago...good lord!), I made a promise to myself that I would read for fun more often. Being an English major was a little difficult, especially when I was taking four lit classes at a time. Now that I have ALL this free time in grad school (yeah right), I can read ALLLLLLL that I want....note the suggested sarcasm. However, I have made this a top priority and thus, about once a semester, I squeeze in a book or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently just finished &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/span&gt;, which I was a bit skeptical of at first. I heard about the book a while back and intended on reading it for about three years. Then the movie came out and received rather horrendous reviews and it really displeased me, ultimately turning me off from pursuing the book further. If people I respected thought the movie was lacking, I didn't really consider it a priority any more, especially since I was only afforded one book per semester....I definitely wasn't going to waste it on a dud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as fate has it, it came into my path once more after one eventful night of class, Mexican food (and ritas), and bookstore perusing with Matt and Bobby. While they muddled through some anime nonsense, I found myself hunting a book. Lo and behold, I stumbled upon a sale and there it lay, the object of my affection. Bozeman bought it for me, like a good boyfriend should, and the rest is literary history....or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize this is an exceptionally long lead in to a book review, but I promise it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was quite good. I would not say amazing, because that word simply does not fit; the work is so well written that it would be cheapened to use such a word. It is remarkable....you should definitely read it. I must say that I found myself extremely calm and content with the book in the end. Typically, I find myself not liking a specific part of a book or I am left wanting more....but not in this case. I was a little put off by the sexual content, not because it was vulgar, but because I didn't expect it...looking back, it really made the book/story believable and real in an odd way I can't seem to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into details, just to ensure that you will go get the book and find out for yourself. Actually, I will do one better....if you want it, but don't want to buy it or are too lazy to go to the library, I will lend you my copy....GASP! I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; lend out my books....just so you know. That should tell you something in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely check out this book--especially if you are a sucker for romance and science fiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2590131024024019493?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2590131024024019493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2590131024024019493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2590131024024019493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2590131024024019493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SxykOM68YpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/oUICHoFzc6Q/s72-c/the-time-travelers-wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-6280445552442975404</id><published>2009-11-19T23:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:45:12.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie overload</title><content type='html'>You know the beauty of blogging? You have a captive audience, an open link that can be used for any purpose, meaningful or not. In this case and many other of my posts' cases, it is the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of ridiculously good movies coming out in the next few months, and I am simply stoked! No, I am NOT talking about Twilight....and if you even mention that to me or try to plead its case, then consider us friends no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that I have seriously planned out my life/budget according to movie release dates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a look into my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5FYahzVU44&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/b5FYahzVU44&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pu8zYsz04oE&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/pu8zYsz04oE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9Ovkye6lac&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/E9Ovkye6lac&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikUWKi0W5_g&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/ikUWKi0W5_g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfsGX3w3n3c&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/sfsGX3w3n3c&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/2559952928864757177-6280445552442975404?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/6280445552442975404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=6280445552442975404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6280445552442975404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6280445552442975404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-overload.html' title='Movie overload'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-8436807876192901621</id><published>2009-11-15T01:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:06:27.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>My life has been filled with a lot of school, work, football, travel and essentially everything else but blogging...oops. I must admit that I have failed at staying up to date in this department. It makes me a little sad because I feel like it gives me good insight and clarity when I write out what I am going through and how I feel. Reflection is important, remember this people! So in an effort to regain your undivided attention, dedication, enthusiasm and any other adjective that seems to fit, enjoy this super long blog post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween came and went. It continued its less than perfect trend that seems to plague me year after year. I love candy, dressing up and having fun...but for some reason wrapping it altogether into one night of chaos seems to create trouble for me, but I refuse to let it get me down. Maybe it's the optimistic side coming out in me, but I am damned and determined to have a good one. BTW, I was a cat in case you wanted to know. There may or may not be a picture out there somewhere...if I can find one, I'll post it. I am positive, however, that Bozeman and I bought a baby disposable camera for the exact purpose of taking Halloween pictures, but it escapes me if we actually took these pictures, or if we just laughed at the hilarity that surrounded us actually using a baby camera that had sayings on it like "its a girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football has been pretty good. I am quite pleased with the way Auburn's season has worked out despite a few upsetting losses. I can't wait for next year to see how much this young team has improved. And to answer some questions I have been asked recently--no, I am not giving up on an Auburn victory for the Iron Bowl. It would be tough, but it is never out of the question...I am pretty sure any sensible football fan (of either team) would acknowledge that. WDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I have only semi-recovered from my cross-country trip to Anaheim. It was great; I had a blast, but I am SO glad to be home. We presented on Sunday to a larger crowd than I expected (about 25) and it all seemed to go smoothly, minus some pre-conference drama with one of my fellow presenters. All in all, it worked out fine. We get our feedback soon, and I am quite interested to see what they have to say about us. I am waiting for something along the lines of, "The short one was terrible." In that case, it is only acceptable that I track down the guilty party via their IP address and make them eat their words slowly and painfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Sv-1GMddQ2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/d1RuyYO-94I/s1600-h/16647_745497674644_12302924_43157805_5998821_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Sv-1GMddQ2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/d1RuyYO-94I/s320/16647_745497674644_12302924_43157805_5998821_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404237195896505186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disneyland was amazing and not so amazing at the same time, if that's at all possible. I loved the parts of it that I got to see and experience....but some stuff was closed for renovations and such. Essentially, all of my must-do rides were closed, my biggest upset...Its a Small World. It actually cracked me up because it is rumored that the ride was closed because people were too big for the ride and the boats were sinking, so they were having to go back and re-track the ride...I guess it isn't a small world after all (sorry I had to). The best part had to be riding rides with Jessica and Sara, my bosses....(see picture, back row: L-R Me, Jessica (terrified person), Sara).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have officially left the South and ridden on a real plane...all in one trip. It was really cool and I am really grateful for the experience. I may actually be flying again soon....more to come on that later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going quite well also...we just finished interviews on Friday for our new parent orientation team. I can't wait to find out who made it and get to know everyone and start training. This summer is going to be crazy good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that has caused a little chaos in my life is my expected graduation date. I am in a two year Master's program at Alabama and fully expected to graduate in December 2010. But lo and behold, I go in for advising and find out that I will graduate in May. A little freaked out by the impending doom that is job searching and figuring out my life, I called the parents and informed them and they, of course, were thrilled, or at least as thrilled as Geraldo and Dionne (aka Gerald and Diane, parents) can be. I also told my boss and there was a little drama about work because I am supposed to be a full time grad student in order to maintain my graduate assistantship in my current capacity. After a few uncertain days, they decided I could be an intern instead and it made my life a lot easier....not to mention the fact that I get to postpone my job hunt until August after orientation (not really, but I can dream, right??) I also think it is quite humorous that Bozeman will be graduating in May with his Bachelors and I will be getting my Master's at the same time--we are the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to bring an end to the longest blog post ever, I am home visiting the family that I haven't seen in well over a month and a half. It's kind of depressing. You don't realize how bad it is until you walk in the door and your little niece runs to you....Claire almost broke me heart just looking at me. Luckily, life is slowing down some and I can come home more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will get around to posting more often...if not, Happy Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, Valentines Day, etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-8436807876192901621?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/8436807876192901621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=8436807876192901621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8436807876192901621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/8436807876192901621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Sv-1GMddQ2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/d1RuyYO-94I/s72-c/16647_745497674644_12302924_43157805_5998821_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2589591472650374797</id><published>2009-10-10T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:30:38.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on Auburn</title><content type='html'>Auburn didn't play well, obviously. The sad thing is...they took a blow out and got it together and within reach by 11 points, in ONE quarter. It is really upsetting that Auburn showed potential and then let it go again like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, I still think Auburn is a decent football team. Statuses on Facebook and Twitter like, "Auburn, it was fun to pretend you were a good football team while it lasted..." from actual Auburn fans, disgust me. Shame on you...one loss and we are having a pity party? Is that really fair? I say no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictions for us this year were grim (4-8) and we have done better than a lot of people expected. So, don't give up on your team because of one loss. That just shows who the real fans are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it is Chizick's first year, chill out and enjoy a decent season this year and count on next year being better. Stop whining about wanting Tuberville back. I understand he's great and we all love him, but living in the past isn't the way to go. Support your players, team and coaches, or start rooting for Bama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE IN AUBURN AND LOVE IT...and you should too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this later, I am sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, a lot of people are predicting an Alabama loss. REALLY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2589591472650374797?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2589591472650374797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2589591472650374797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2589591472650374797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2589591472650374797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-thoughts-on-auburn.html' title='My thoughts on Auburn'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-4296415117289277848</id><published>2009-10-08T23:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:09:15.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The flight is booked, the conference is paid....there's no turning back</title><content type='html'>Just a few months ago, I posted a rather sad story about how I had never left the South. Little did I know, I would be where I am right now. I have received an amazing opportunity in my job by getting to go to the National Orientation Directors Association Conference AND present there as well! I know I have written about it before, but I am just that excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all came to life recently when I booked my flight and paid the conference fees. Everything is so real now. A month from today I will be sitting in a Disneyland hotel in Anaheim, California--I am truly blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy to think that something that you think about and hope for can turn into a reality just a little while later, especially when it seems too far-fetched to come true. But lo and behold, $500 later (so far), and I'm on my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave on Friday, November 6 at 11:10 AM from Birmingham with a connector flight in Houston. We should arrive in California at 4:36. Then we have the conference through the 10th, with our presentation on Sunday....the first presentation of the conference--eep! Then we leave out on the 10th at 11:35 AM, have another connector in Houston and should be back in good ol' Alabama by 7:29. We'll see how all that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our session is about Developing Parent Orientation Leaders. More specifically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Should orientation professionals modify their training methods for parent orientation leaders to differ from that of student orientation leaders? This session will discuss training models from several parent orientation programs and allow participants to implement practical ideas for meeting parents' needs and developing training experiences for their parent orientation leaders.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely keep you updated....and I promise it will be amusing, since the last time I was on a plane (and only time) was a year ago when I flew on the Auburn private jet that held a total of 6 people to Mobile, Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main question: how do I pack? Leave a comment and let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-4296415117289277848?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/4296415117289277848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=4296415117289277848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4296415117289277848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/4296415117289277848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/10/flight-is-booked-conference-is.html' title='The flight is booked, the conference is paid....there&apos;s no turning back'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1077674365050776627</id><published>2009-10-05T00:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:09:38.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post about football</title><content type='html'>After a few games in the rain, I can safely say that I am so very ecstatic about away games for the University of Alabama! I finally got to go home and see my family and relax...oh, and watch even more football than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a huge week for Auburn...a game that would determine the rest of Auburn's season, so the critics said. I was already a little on edge due to everything that was riding on this game, and it was only made worse by the fact that I couldn't watch the first half because I was at a wedding. So I literally bit my nails through all of the text updates and brief radio announcements until we got home. And even then, I found myself quite petrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auburn played a good game, but so did Tennessee. The last quarter proved to be very interesting with an almost comeback and win from the Vols, but thankfully it worked out in Auburn's favor. I definitely think that Auburn has a few things to work on, but overall it was a success--hey, a win is a win...and most of all, it finally got us ranked. That's right, Auburn has finally been given the credit they deserve and are currently ranked 17th. Now we have to gear up for Arkansas next week, another important game for the Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the state, Alabama played Kentucky away. From the hype that I had heard and my previous knowledge of Kentucky being a basketball school, I expected a blow out in Lexington....but that's not what I got. As I told Bozeman, I was a little disappointed by the 38-20 win for the Tide. And of course, I was made fun of and told that that was just me being too harsh on Bama because I am an Auburn fan, which is definitely not true BTW. I just feel like the number three team in the nation should put out better numbers against a school like Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other important news in football is that Tim Tebow is hurt---I know I am a little late. But I am quite interested to see how that affects him and the Gators next week against LSU. This game is going to be good...even though I think LSU is overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1077674365050776627?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1077674365050776627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1077674365050776627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1077674365050776627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1077674365050776627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-post-about-football.html' title='Another post about football'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-2312447470797155840</id><published>2009-09-13T15:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:10:27.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how I love football season....and other stuff.</title><content type='html'>I love football--mainly college and high school football, but I will settle for anything really. So, you can imagine that this is my dream time of year. A big downer though, is when you are sick, and it prohibits your enthusiasm and fun. This was my predicament this past Saturday, but don't you fret, I am recuperating beautifully now and am getting my game face on for my big week ahead of me at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Family Weekend at the University of Alabama, which means chaos this week in the Office of Parent Programs. Yay for me! In all honesty, I am actually pretty excited....we have been working on this event for a LONG time. It will be nice to finally do something instead of just planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week was a little stressful because of all the preparation and such. And to add to it, I noticed that my sweet little innocent Lucy wasn't acting her normally devil-ish self. Needless to say, I tried to wait it out and observe her, but I eventually broke down and took her to the vet. She ended up having a kidney infection, that was pretty serious. Luckily we caught it before it got too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a rather interesting visitor in the Higher Education department this last week. George Kuh, creator of &lt;a href="http://nsse.iub.edu/"&gt;NSSE&lt;/a&gt; came to speak to our program. He was very insightful in regards to the student engagement problems that relate to our incoming students. So we were definitely glad to have him and hear about his experiences and research in the field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got the chance to hang out with my friends, which was definitely needed. Since school has resumed, everything has been so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I took the plunge and signed up for the NODA conference in November. So, not only will I be attending my first conference, I will also be presenting. I am just a little excited! :) I don't think I can explain how amazing of an opportunity this is....not to mention that I get to go to Disneyland too. What can I say, I am a pretty lucky lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I want to give a big shout out to the Auburn football team from enemy territory. They have played amazingly. I have been blown out of the water these last two weeks, and I can only hope it continues. At the sake of sounding completely out of my mind, I think Auburn will have a pretty great first season with Chizick.....something I have been saying all along (realistically of course). I really think Auburn will qualify for a bowl game, unless something goes terribly wrong. My prediction for the season will be about 8-4. I definitely think that there will be a few toss ups, so that is negotiable....but not out of the question--it might even be better than that. WAR DAMN EAGLE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-2312447470797155840?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/2312447470797155840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=2312447470797155840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2312447470797155840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/2312447470797155840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-how-i-love-football-seasonand-other.html' title='Oh, how I love football season....and other stuff.'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-564171861324565581</id><published>2009-09-12T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:10:58.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorority Row</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Ss6-He9F9LI/AAAAAAAAAkI/teR8PducZMY/s1600-h/sorority-row-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Ss6-He9F9LI/AAAAAAAAAkI/teR8PducZMY/s200/sorority-row-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390454839786730674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you know me, you know I love awesomely bad horror movies...case in point 'I Know Who Killed Me' from 2007. So you can imagine my excitement when I heard of the ever so cliche movie, 'Sorority Row.' But what I did not expect was a movie that actually put forth some unique kill scenes and some real suspense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of Theta Pi girls try to get back at one of the girl's boyfriend, something goes wrong and a night of pranks turns deadly. Megan, Audrina Patridge's character is dead and the girls are forced to carry the secret. All is well until graduation and the girls become tormented by an unknown killer who attacks them and anyone else who knows their secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best parts of the movie, is also the first kill of the movie. When Chugs played by Margo Harshman, goes to her psychiatrist to score drugs before the Theta Pi graduation party she encounters her death, a beer bottle shoved down her throat. It was definitely a unique scene that left most viewers unsuspecting. I, on the other hand applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it wasn't the best. But in terms of humorous horror movies, it proved itself. With an all-star cast including Carrie Fisher, it won't disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-564171861324565581?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/564171861324565581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=564171861324565581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/564171861324565581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/564171861324565581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorority-row.html' title='Sorority Row'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/Ss6-He9F9LI/AAAAAAAAAkI/teR8PducZMY/s72-c/sorority-row-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1654648910631548854</id><published>2009-09-03T00:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:11:47.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's College Football Eve, and all through the house...</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I am a big Auburn fan....while some Auburn fans are lacking excitement and umph considering the predictions for this year, I am pushing through full steam ahead!! Granted, this will probably not be one of the glory years, but that is ok. Every program regardless of who they are and what conference they are in go through slow, "rebuilding" years (I actually don't think the season is going to be a total disaster, however people who think we will go undefeated might be a little delusional). If any Bama fans give me crap, I will politely remind them about Shula and they will nod and go about their merry way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me though that people are fare-weather fans. Football is more than simply a 'W' on the schedule. While that is always nice, to me it is about the preparation, the recruiting, the tailgating, the festivities and the feel of a well played game. I know this sounds like exactly what a "loser" would say...but it is how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me deeply that I will not be in Auburn this Saturday. But I promise you, I will be watching and cheering, and praying for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my alma mater and I am proud to say that I had the opportunity to attend one of the best. I say, good luck to Gene Chizick and the Tigers and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;War DAMN Eagle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHFoUDLiWwI&amp;hl=en&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/AHFoUDLiWwI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qw_T2spoEZs&amp;hl=en&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/qw_T2spoEZs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NheZ96dTrdI&amp;hl=en&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/NheZ96dTrdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2559952928864757177-1654648910631548854?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1654648910631548854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1654648910631548854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1654648910631548854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1654648910631548854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-college-football-eve-and-all.html' title='It&apos;s College Football Eve, and all through the house...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-6271482209256102960</id><published>2009-08-30T23:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:12:10.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SptSvpA-mvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TFmawobrc6A/s1600-h/6590_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SptSvpA-mvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TFmawobrc6A/s200/6590_540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375981558614104818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The point of life is happiness, and happiness alone. The little things make life worth while and give meaning to our existence. I find myself consumed with details and making sure everything goes according to plan. And a lot of the times, I end up disappointed because of one (VERY) minor occurrence. I know this is completely insane...I can recognize when it is happening...and to be honest, I can avoid it altogether. I just need to learn to 'not sweat the small stuff.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you can empathize with me....on that day when you're walking across campus and it begins pouring down rain or when your plans get messed up because you don't have any money, or even worse, when someone (pets included) close to you passes away...all of these situations are terrible. But they are only made worse if you let yourself get down about them. You have to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world filled with skepticism, cynicism, hate, sadness and the list goes on. Even our entertainment and news is filled with stories of tragedy and trials. Why should we live our lives with such pessimism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not everything is going to go your way...and if you think it is, then you are naive. However, by living life with one goal in mind, though little mishaps might occur, you will ultimately be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-6271482209256102960?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/6271482209256102960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=6271482209256102960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6271482209256102960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/6271482209256102960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What do you want to be when you grow up?'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SptSvpA-mvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TFmawobrc6A/s72-c/6590_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1405983843986860585</id><published>2009-08-14T00:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:12:44.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: GI Joe</title><content type='html'>I am usually rather impartial to super hero movies. They are usually decent movies with a few cool aspects. With that said, I really liked GI Joe. I don't know if I just had my expectations set rather low and it more than exceeded them, or if it was genuinely good....but two of my friends who are TCF majors enjoyed it as much as I did, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, this movie does not require intense concentration or intelligence, but for an action film it was quite impressive. Sad thing is, thanks to bad marketing and promotion, it was kind of doomed from the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me that people write off movies for stupid reasons. Each movie is made for a certain mindset, if you go in thinking that GI Joe is going to be mentally stimulating and give your life meaning then of course you will hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the synopsis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCullen/Destro has created metal-eating nano-bot rockets which are being used by NATO. A convoy lead by Duke and Ripcord (Channing Tatum and Marlon Wayans) is arranged to deliver the rockets, but ambushed before reaching their destination. McCullen hires a group to steal his technology back and attempts to frame NATO. One of McCullen's contacts, the Baroness turns out to be Duke's fiance that he couldn't face after her brother's death. After some intense fighting, Duke and Ripcord are the only remaining soldiers and are outnumbered.  Enter in the GI Joes, who kick butt and save the rockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SptoqwgQ9vI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FUjJwJQB5IU/s1600-h/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SptoqwgQ9vI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FUjJwJQB5IU/s200/doctor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376005663980844786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duke and Ripcord join the Joes in an attempt to protect the rockets and here begins an all out struggle/back and forth between the two groups to prevent world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great movie....that is only made better by a Michael Jackson appearance.  -----------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1405983843986860585?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1405983843986860585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1405983843986860585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1405983843986860585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1405983843986860585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-gi-joe.html' title='Movie Review: GI Joe'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/SptoqwgQ9vI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FUjJwJQB5IU/s72-c/doctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-1627031150740107451</id><published>2009-08-11T21:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:13:18.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of advice...</title><content type='html'>Many students are embarking on a new journey and beginning their college experience this week. This is an exciting time, that many claim as the best years of their lives. So, I thought it might be nice to give a few tips that I have learned from my four years of college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't over-pack. I helped with residence hall move-in on Sunday. You would not believe how much people packed. One girl had seven carts filled with random stuff...she even brought two arm chairs. It was ridiculous. It took all that I could to control my laughter when her dad brought them back down because they wouldn't fit. My best advice would be to bring clothes up seasonally, if possible. It is still hot outside, and it will be for the next month or so. Bring a few sweaters and sweatshirts, but don't bring your whole winter wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Step out of your comfort zone. I know this is a little hard because you are in a new place, with new people and new responsibilities and freedoms. It can be intimidating, but you will really meet friends easier and enjoy yourself more. Broaden your horizons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get involved. It doesn't matter if you participate in rush, club sports or the video gaming club...just do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stay on top of your schoolwork. Being on your own for the first time is liberating--you want to have fun and go out. All of that is fine, but make sure that you get your stuff done, so you can stay for the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have fun. You only get this chance once. Make the best of it and try new things!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559952928864757177-1627031150740107451?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/1627031150740107451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=1627031150740107451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1627031150740107451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/1627031150740107451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/08/piece-of-advice.html' title='A piece of advice...'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559952928864757177.post-3619798254987960733</id><published>2009-08-05T23:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:13:33.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This excites me: The Lovely Bones movie trailer</title><content type='html'>This movie looks so good!!!! Here's the Entertainment Tonight release....but if I were you, I would go &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/thelovelybones/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and see the full trailer on Apple.com, without interruption. Definitely a must-see!! Comes out in the U.S. on December 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/js3U2RwmPTs&amp;hl=en&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/js3U2RwmPTs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2559952928864757177-3619798254987960733?l=leacham08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/feeds/3619798254987960733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559952928864757177&amp;postID=3619798254987960733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3619798254987960733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559952928864757177/posts/default/3619798254987960733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leacham08.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-excites-me-lovely-bones-movie.html' title='This excites me: The Lovely Bones movie trailer'/><author><name>Alison Leach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16282226549707251075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MzuRNiiGrcg/TPxpFebGVXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6DZuoKHuYs8/S220/37538_10100283149478023_5232284_62311593_3267208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
