<?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-8614450973317251020</id><updated>2011-12-01T09:45:27.148-05:00</updated><category term='UConn'/><category term='once upon a time'/><category term='random update'/><category term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day Parade'/><category term='Cherrypal Promotion Code CPP220'/><category term='March Madness'/><category term='South Boston'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='Team Eye and Ear'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='free'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='I plan to run...'/><category term='Celtics'/><category term='race day'/><category term='MEEI'/><category term='Boloco'/><category 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perhaps you might just review this pamphlet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: I don't want your pamphlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Well, perhaps you might accept this pamphlet... along with these freshly baked cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: (pretends to take imaginary cookies and slams imaginary door.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Thank you for your vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be more difficult than I imagined.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I'll start off with, "I am not trying to recruit you to some bizarre religion, nor am I asking you to buy stale chocolate to support youth football."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2865325137126814089?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2865325137126814089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6751006201613944015</id><published>2011-09-17T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:50:36.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Southie Street Festival Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4O1hGzbUIb0/TnUIHEoI9LI/AAAAAAAABOQ/hgTmz_lRIPc/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NzQtMjAxMTA5MTctMTY0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-736183"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4O1hGzbUIb0/TnUIHEoI9LI/AAAAAAAABOQ/hgTmz_lRIPc/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NzQtMjAxMTA5MTctMTY0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-736183"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653433824827733170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Little girls Irish Step Dancing to Dropkick Murphys cover- doesn&amp;#39;t get any sweeter than that.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6751006201613944015?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6751006201613944015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6751006201613944015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6751006201613944015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6751006201613944015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/09/southie-street-festival-moment.html' title='Southie Street Festival Moment'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4O1hGzbUIb0/TnUIHEoI9LI/AAAAAAAABOQ/hgTmz_lRIPc/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA2NzQtMjAxMTA5MTctMTY0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-736183' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6593850502705194325</id><published>2011-08-31T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:56:07.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random update'/><title type='text'>This photo had me scratching my head for days... and then I realized...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqo6a1pGX51qln00mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqo6a1pGX51qln00mo1_500.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jo Calderone is really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.39thandbroadway.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/ladygaga2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.39thandbroadway.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/ladygaga2.jpg" width="225" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lady Gaga&amp;nbsp;paying tribute to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0405310/"&gt;Joyce Heyser's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twi-ny.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/just-one-of-the-guys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://twi-ny.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/just-one-of-the-guys.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Terry Griffith's male alter-ego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gb93.com/site_images/2011-05-30/justoneoftheguys031510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://www.gb93.com/site_images/2011-05-30/justoneoftheguys031510.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Terry Griffith from the beloved 80's movie, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089393/"&gt;Just One of the Guys&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿I feel so much better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6593850502705194325?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Those with Fast Lane transponders&lt;br /&gt;2. Stunods.&amp;nbsp; (Those who commute everyday, yet for some reason, do not have a Fast Lane transponder.)&lt;br /&gt;3. A$$holes.&amp;nbsp; (Those who commute everyday, don't have Fast Lane, yet drive in the Fast Lane line until the very last second and then try and cut in the front of the Tickets Only&amp;nbsp;line.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was driving behind what I would now classify as a #3, if I had to guess what this lady chooses to do.&amp;nbsp; The rusty mint green Toyota was going about 50 mph and I was about to signal into the left lane to pass her, when I noticed her flick a lit butt out the window and speed up a bit.&amp;nbsp; Then after about 30 seconds, her car began to swerve as I noticed both of her hands were off the wheel and up around her head.&amp;nbsp; This stopped after a minute, but then they were right back up in her hair again and she was swerving.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I decided I needed to get out from behind this crazy person, and got in the left lane.&amp;nbsp; As I passed her on the left, I took a quick glance and realized that her hands were off the wheel and she was swerving because she was rolling her hair in giant curlers!&amp;nbsp; As Mr. Bean demonstrated in the episode where he tries to save time by getting dressed and brushing his teeth in the car on the way to the dentist, multi-tasking while driving is pretty dumb and selfish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6698872965620105949?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6698872965620105949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6698872965620105949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6698872965620105949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6698872965620105949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/08/difference-between-stunod-ahole.html' title='The Difference Between a Stunod &amp; an A$$hole'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1428503665733992726</id><published>2011-06-30T18:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:51:58.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're BUSted</title><content type='html'>There&amp;#39;s unwritten bus stop etiquette that the first person to arrive gets to stand pretty much in front of where the bus&amp;#39; front door will open.  People who arrive after this should line up or at least huddle slightly behind this person.  95% of bus passengers follow this rule.  3% of those who chose to ignore this are either those whom most people would give a sit up for anyway (and therefore deserve to board first) or those who claim to have seen Elvis hanging with Tupac last week (and therefore no one will argue with anyway.)  The remaining 2% are those who plant themselves in front of those who have been waiting for the bus the longest.   These also tend to be the same people who for some inexplicable reason refuse to climb the two stairs leading to the back of the bus to make room for others who are boarding.  If there was a bus patrol (think hallway monitors for the bus) I&amp;#39;d gladly volunteer to write these DBs up.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1428503665733992726?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1428503665733992726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1428503665733992726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1428503665733992726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1428503665733992726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-busted.html' title='You&apos;re BUSted'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-8724438156960229265</id><published>2011-06-16T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:29:47.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Shouldn't be Allowed to Own Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FmjaXhiitA/Tfp1y1BhCNI/AAAAAAAABNs/GjuWaJ6SGTo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1NjEtMjAxMTA2MTYtMTY1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-787197"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FmjaXhiitA/Tfp1y1BhCNI/AAAAAAAABNs/GjuWaJ6SGTo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1NjEtMjAxMTA2MTYtMTY1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-787197"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618933001185462482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Cb0rNFK0Jo/Tfp1zaYv0JI/AAAAAAAABN0/MreDmW2oFiM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1NjItMjAxMTA2MTYtMTY1OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-789288"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Cb0rNFK0Jo/Tfp1zaYv0JI/AAAAAAAABN0/MreDmW2oFiM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1NjItMjAxMTA2MTYtMTY1OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-789288"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618933011215011986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It&amp;#39;s close to 90 degrees out and this ass has his/her dog baking in the heat with the windows roled up.  Lexi and I circled the block and the car and the dog were still there.  This poor dog&amp;#39;s owner should have to sit in a sweltering car wearing a fur coat...  Jerk.&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-8724438156960229265?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8724438156960229265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=8724438156960229265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8724438156960229265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8724438156960229265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-people-shouldnt-be-allowed-to-own.html' title='Some People Shouldn&apos;t be Allowed to Own Pets'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FmjaXhiitA/Tfp1y1BhCNI/AAAAAAAABNs/GjuWaJ6SGTo/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1NjEtMjAxMTA2MTYtMTY1OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-787197' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6895770464072910230</id><published>2011-06-03T09:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:55:51.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='once upon a time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='librarian thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the Main Event!  Are you ready to Arrrrchiiiiiive?</title><content type='html'>My 8 year old self who was a dedicated &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gorgeous_Ladies_of_Wrestling"&gt;G.L.O.W.&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WWE#World_Wrestling_Federation"&gt;WWF&lt;/a&gt; fan would have loved this job.&amp;nbsp; The WWE (f/k/a WWF) is currently &lt;a href="http://www.simmons.edu/gslis/careers/jobs/jobline/archive/index.php#job4012"&gt;seeking an Archivist&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The first qualification for this job is an "extensive past and present knowledge of WWE and related entities."&amp;nbsp; This seemingly large pool of qualified candidates is most likely greatly reduced by the second qualification: "thorough knowledge of records management and archival management principles and methodologies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they're looking for someone who remembers &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bushwhackers"&gt;the Bushwackers &lt;/a&gt;(who licked my brother's shaved head at a WWF event at the Hartford Civic Center!), mourned Macho Man Randy Savage's recent death with one last, "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh" but also someone who is a trained archivist.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they find the little girl or boy (now grown) who carefully photographed and catalogued their wrestling action figures and signed event programs!&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR0ymmj905fyyk8WYPZ9VsrBP6D99k8U5PAqdEZpxjiItQJplXb" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR0ymmj905fyyk8WYPZ9VsrBP6D99k8U5PAqdEZpxjiItQJplXb" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite: George the Animal Steele &amp;amp; his green tongue!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6895770464072910230?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6895770464072910230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6895770464072910230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6895770464072910230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6895770464072910230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/06/ladies-and-gentlemen-welcome-to-main.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the Main Event!  Are you ready to Arrrrchiiiiiive?'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-752892313772299764</id><published>2011-05-27T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:14:01.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning commute'/><title type='text'>Thank you to our bus driver!</title><content type='html'>Today I was the annoying bus&amp;nbsp;passenger with a stroller (car seat attached to it- making it bulkier).&amp;nbsp; The type of rider the &lt;a href="http://articles.boston.com/2011-05-05/news/29513515_1_strollers-mbta-public-transit"&gt;MBTA considered banning&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had to bring Lexi to daycare on the bus, in her stroller and car seat since we will be taking an Amtrak train later this afternoon to Rhode Island and my mom (who doesn't own a car seat) is picking us up at the station.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that we took up a lot of space, the driver was exceptionally courteous.&amp;nbsp; He even got out of his seat to help us on and off and didn't start the bus until he was sure the stroller was secure.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had thought to see which operator number&amp;nbsp;he was, but since I didn't, a big thank-you to the gentleman driving the Route 7 bus that picked us up at the corner of L and Broadway this morning around 7:35ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at South Station, we were able to enjoy the stroll to daycare!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwioXiJUFkY/Td-_GiwP5PI/AAAAAAAABNI/wFEJrWOI41U/s1600/daycare.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwioXiJUFkY/Td-_GiwP5PI/AAAAAAAABNI/wFEJrWOI41U/s320/daycare.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the Chinatown Park portion of the Rose Kennedy Greenway&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-752892313772299764?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/752892313772299764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=752892313772299764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/752892313772299764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/752892313772299764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you-to-our-bus-driver.html' title='Thank you to our bus driver!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwioXiJUFkY/Td-_GiwP5PI/AAAAAAAABNI/wFEJrWOI41U/s72-c/daycare.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5073948500919510180</id><published>2011-05-20T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T12:45:41.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random update'/><title type='text'>You Such a Dirty Bad Girl... Beep Beep!  uh, uh!</title><content type='html'>There's an &lt;a href="http://boston.craigslist.org/gbs/tfr/2388442419.html"&gt;ad on Craigslist&lt;/a&gt; announcing Bunim-Murray Productions, creators of MTV’s The Real World&amp;nbsp;is casting for the reality show that&amp;nbsp;"brings seven self-proclaimed 'bad girls' together in a beautiful mansion."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame and fortune, here I come!&amp;nbsp; Please accept my submission for the Bad Girls Club below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A brief BIO telling us what makes you a “Bad Girl”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, where do I start?&amp;nbsp; Well, for starters, I can &lt;em&gt;par&lt;/em&gt;-tay.&amp;nbsp; Nick and I were at a wedding this past weekend, and I burned up the dance floor to "the Twist" "Let's Twist Again" and "I Saw Her Standing There."&amp;nbsp; And despite the fact that my dogs were barking, I even tried to learn the Dougie (in heels!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am wearing black socks, even though my pants are navy blue.&amp;nbsp; I've also been known to wear white after Labor Day.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;Shut up&lt;/em&gt;, right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a librarian, but my bookshelf is arranged by binding color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fart in a public place, I look around as if searching for someone else to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that it's indisputably the most important meal of the day, occasionally I'll skip breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attach several photos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhCjScuJ4X0/TdQQmJ2n18I/AAAAAAAABM0/R2SpldOxtXk/s1600/box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhCjScuJ4X0/TdQQmJ2n18I/AAAAAAAABM0/R2SpldOxtXk/s320/box.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My humor isn't for the weak at heart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdyOy7PHFbo/TdQQnrasTQI/AAAAAAAABM4/ZydfWMREuZY/s1600/sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdyOy7PHFbo/TdQQnrasTQI/AAAAAAAABM4/ZydfWMREuZY/s400/sign.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am clearly wearing Bling&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HudZ1S0o0do/TdQQpNZsfUI/AAAAAAAABM8/uEVnaqxcFEU/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HudZ1S0o0do/TdQQpNZsfUI/AAAAAAAABM8/uEVnaqxcFEU/s320/photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not afraid to ruin an otherwise great photo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcPXxNLwPAg/TdQQqC5zFHI/AAAAAAAABNA/SM9Uan_sEqk/s1600/sax.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcPXxNLwPAg/TdQQqC5zFHI/AAAAAAAABNA/SM9Uan_sEqk/s320/sax.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Former saxophone player.&amp;nbsp; The flute was just too "safe" for me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loq7Rxqnnm4/TdQQr4vcJOI/AAAAAAAABNE/50o1eQ7xbag/s1600/doron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loq7Rxqnnm4/TdQQr4vcJOI/AAAAAAAABNE/50o1eQ7xbag/s320/doron.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad-ass ride.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;In sum, I think I would make an excellent addition to The Bad Girls Club.&amp;nbsp; MTV HMU!&amp;nbsp; (That's Hit Me Up for those of you not up on your street slang.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5073948500919510180?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5073948500919510180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5073948500919510180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5073948500919510180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5073948500919510180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-such-dirty-bad-girl-beep-beep-uh-uh.html' title='You Such a Dirty Bad Girl... Beep Beep!  uh, uh!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhCjScuJ4X0/TdQQmJ2n18I/AAAAAAAABM0/R2SpldOxtXk/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-3787365468541459925</id><published>2011-04-30T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:20:55.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Baby, yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OnPQ8fOr9U4/TbxvKIZB2jI/AAAAAAAABMs/-t7JM4pGJJg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDctMjAxMTA0MzAtMTYxMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-755400"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OnPQ8fOr9U4/TbxvKIZB2jI/AAAAAAAABMs/-t7JM4pGJJg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDctMjAxMTA0MzAtMTYxMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-755400"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601474256383892018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These fliers are all over Southie these days.  Taped on the same poles that advertise the M.O.M. Stroller Workouts.  Who knew Southie was such a swingin&amp;#39; place?&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-3787365468541459925?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3787365468541459925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=3787365468541459925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3787365468541459925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3787365468541459925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/04/yeah-baby-yeah.html' title='Yeah Baby, yeah!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OnPQ8fOr9U4/TbxvKIZB2jI/AAAAAAAABMs/-t7JM4pGJJg/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDA1MDctMjAxMTA0MzAtMTYxMy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-755400' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1405157234696397928</id><published>2011-04-28T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:29:21.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunkin Donuts'/><title type='text'>Dumb and Dumber</title><content type='html'>This morning after grabbing my Dunkin' Iced Coffee, I waved to our building security woman and walked up to the elevator keypad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For some reason the button wouldn't light up to signal the elevator was coming down to the lobby.&amp;nbsp; Only after about a minute of frustration did I realize I was trying to call the elevator by holding my building security pass in front of the button and waiting for it to light...&amp;nbsp; Amazingly, my frustration ended when I took the more conventional route of pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite possibly even worse than the time my husband and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.sassoboston.com/"&gt;Lucca&lt;/a&gt; in the Back Bay right before Lexi was born.&amp;nbsp; After perusing the menu, I looked at Nick and said, "Well, I think I'm going to have the 10 and 22."&amp;nbsp; Confused, he asked what the hell I was talking about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Isn't your menu numbered?" I asked as I pointed to the salad and pasta dishes I wanted to order.&amp;nbsp; Nick looked at me, and realizing his wife's I.Q. had dropped numerous points over the previous nine months, sadly told me, "Those are the prices!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1405157234696397928?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1405157234696397928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1405157234696397928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1405157234696397928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1405157234696397928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/04/dumb-and-dumber.html' title='Dumb and Dumber'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7076017689831588837</id><published>2011-03-18T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:41:15.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:Hey Limoliner, I want my money back</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Please stay seated.  If someone hits us, we&amp;#39;re going to go flying.&amp;quot; -our LimoLiner stewardess &lt;p&gt;We are stuck in middle of 91 in front of Exit 7 sign as our driver&amp;#39;s side luggage hatch flew open.   Um, this isn&amp;#39;t why I paid $80 for a bus ticket...  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7076017689831588837?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7076017689831588837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7076017689831588837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7076017689831588837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7076017689831588837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-limoliner-i-want-my-money-back.html' title=':Hey Limoliner, I want my money back'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-3637955557461978628</id><published>2011-03-17T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:03:20.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby P'/><title type='text'>Dear Southie Residents &amp; Visitors,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o3y7Izi9H2Y/TYISzIIt5UI/AAAAAAAABMo/U1ZZ2S5gm-w/s1600/St+Patricks+Day.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o3y7Izi9H2Y/TYISzIIt5UI/AAAAAAAABMo/U1ZZ2S5gm-w/s320/St+Patricks+Day.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&amp;nbsp; It's my first one!&amp;nbsp; I am not in a place to judge, because I tend to wolf down my bottles and spit up all over myself, but please try and keep all public vomiting to a minimum today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-3637955557461978628?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3637955557461978628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=3637955557461978628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3637955557461978628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3637955557461978628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-southie-residents-visitors.html' title='Dear Southie Residents &amp; Visitors,'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o3y7Izi9H2Y/TYISzIIt5UI/AAAAAAAABMo/U1ZZ2S5gm-w/s72-c/St+Patricks+Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-8510097171562572116</id><published>2011-02-18T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:31:36.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random update'/><title type='text'>I'd Really Be Worried If I Had Found Discarded Black Knee Socks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These items were strewn across our neighbor's doormat at 7:00 AM this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbmoaTld3nM/TV7GH77OBsI/AAAAAAAABMg/0in8y9-c1-U/s1600/black.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbmoaTld3nM/TV7GH77OBsI/AAAAAAAABMg/0in8y9-c1-U/s320/black.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dollar bill, Blackberry, Parliaments... oh my!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One flight down, I catch these bad boys in the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eG6BbVwwrVI/TV7HqRhZlPI/AAAAAAAABMk/ee5Y5j3KV4w/s1600/white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eG6BbVwwrVI/TV7HqRhZlPI/AAAAAAAABMk/ee5Y5j3KV4w/s320/white.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like her Grandfather had a wild night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-8510097171562572116?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8510097171562572116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=8510097171562572116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8510097171562572116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8510097171562572116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/02/id-really-be-worried-if-i-had-found.html' title='I&apos;d Really Be Worried If I Had Found Discarded Black Knee Socks...'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbmoaTld3nM/TV7GH77OBsI/AAAAAAAABMg/0in8y9-c1-U/s72-c/black.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-608315429179280928</id><published>2011-02-16T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:45:39.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Hope I Raise My Daughter to Know Better Than To Do...</title><content type='html'>Today&amp;#39;s blog was inspired by the young woman at my bus stop who is wearing flip flops in the middle of February.  I noticed this yesterday and thought there must have been some terrible shoe incident that forced her to wear flip flops in freezing weather.  I imagined her getting to work (and after warming her feet) telling her co-workers, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ll never believe what happened to my shoes today!&amp;quot; Now I know she did this on purpose and am left wondering where her common sense is.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-608315429179280928?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/608315429179280928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=608315429179280928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/608315429179280928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/608315429179280928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-i-hope-i-raise-my-daughter-to.html' title='Things I Hope I Raise My Daughter to Know Better Than To Do...'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5450509345217530452</id><published>2011-01-28T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:44:17.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random update'/><title type='text'>Microsoft's Red Pen Ran Out of Ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TULV5nl_PMI/AAAAAAAABMU/glBzJjs-9V8/s1600/toomany.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567247275240930498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TULV5nl_PMI/AAAAAAAABMU/glBzJjs-9V8/s320/toomany.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a new one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5450509345217530452?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5450509345217530452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5450509345217530452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5450509345217530452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5450509345217530452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/microsofts-red-pen-ran-out-of-ink.html' title='Microsoft&apos;s Red Pen Ran Out of Ink'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TULV5nl_PMI/AAAAAAAABMU/glBzJjs-9V8/s72-c/toomany.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-9074269256254128278</id><published>2011-01-24T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:03:02.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Still Better than Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TT2Gd2OXcqI/AAAAAAAABMM/Vg9a2XJEL5Y/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565752561829900962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TT2Gd2OXcqI/AAAAAAAABMM/Vg9a2XJEL5Y/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Boston.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-9074269256254128278?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/9074269256254128278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=9074269256254128278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/9074269256254128278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/9074269256254128278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-better-than-snow.html' title='Still Better than Snow'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TT2Gd2OXcqI/AAAAAAAABMM/Vg9a2XJEL5Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-3173967405966431045</id><published>2010-12-20T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:32:46.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fist Pump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TRARz4cNB-I/AAAAAAAABMA/UiN0C0bxBeU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyNzgtMjAxMDEyMjAtMTYzOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-766519"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TRARz4cNB-I/AAAAAAAABMA/UiN0C0bxBeU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyNzgtMjAxMDEyMjAtMTYzOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-766519"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552957923569502178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am 2 months old today!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-3173967405966431045?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3173967405966431045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=3173967405966431045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3173967405966431045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3173967405966431045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/12/fist-pump.html' title='Fist Pump!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TRARz4cNB-I/AAAAAAAABMA/UiN0C0bxBeU/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAyNzgtMjAxMDEyMjAtMTYzOS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-766519' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7888454425963099647</id><published>2010-11-19T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:04:29.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TObmXkFJUdI/AAAAAAAABL4/ArW0wkL_CLE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxODQtMjAxMDExMTktMTYwMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769858"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TObmXkFJUdI/AAAAAAAABL4/ArW0wkL_CLE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxODQtMjAxMDExMTktMTYwMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769858"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541369684022612434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7888454425963099647?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7888454425963099647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7888454425963099647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7888454425963099647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7888454425963099647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-just-wrong.html' title='This is just wrong'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TObmXkFJUdI/AAAAAAAABL4/ArW0wkL_CLE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxODQtMjAxMDExMTktMTYwMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769858' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-8173009655504136368</id><published>2010-10-13T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:09:28.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully it Doesn't Get Any Colder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TLXnyO1z9eI/AAAAAAAABLs/9-kG5aIk49s/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjUtMjAxMDEwMTMtMTIwNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768414"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TLXnyO1z9eI/AAAAAAAABLs/9-kG5aIk49s/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjUtMjAxMDEwMTMtMTIwNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768414"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527578967830427106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;m down to one usable button&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-8173009655504136368?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8173009655504136368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=8173009655504136368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8173009655504136368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8173009655504136368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/10/hopefully-it-doesnt-get-any-colder.html' title='Hopefully it Doesn&apos;t Get Any Colder'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TLXnyO1z9eI/AAAAAAAABLs/9-kG5aIk49s/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjUtMjAxMDEwMTMtMTIwNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768414' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7325011512302480831</id><published>2010-09-09T08:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:07:41.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning commute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBTA'/><title type='text'>Have a Cigar</title><content type='html'>I've probably ridden the MBTA daily since 1997. Since then I have seen my fair share of noteworthy people and incidents; including, but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a shooting (at Fields Corner over some gold jewelry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toe nail clipping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teeth flossing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;head-butting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crazy ranting and raving &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;self-pleasuring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exposing oneself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vomiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today though, I saw someone openly smoking a cigar on the Red Line. This guy was different than the kids I've seen sneaking cigarettes on the platform, as they always look like they'll pee their pants if they get caught. This guy was actually enjoying a lit cigar on his morning commute and looked so comfortable and sane, that I think he'd have been apologetic if someone pointed out to him that it was prohibited to smoke on the T. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7325011512302480831?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7325011512302480831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7325011512302480831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7325011512302480831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7325011512302480831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-cigar.html' title='Have a Cigar'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2942926124802062983</id><published>2010-08-24T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:09:45.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sh*t Happens in Southie</title><content type='html'>This morning, walking out my building&amp;#39;s front door, I just missed stepping into a huge pile of freshly dropped dog poop.  Not 15 feet later, I can hear the ghosts of uttered obscenities past, as there&amp;#39;s another fresh pile that&amp;#39;s been decorated with someone&amp;#39;s footprint.  Between G St and L St on East Broadway, I counted 5(!) piles of sidewalk turds in various states of decay.  I&amp;#39;ve lived here for almost 10 years now, and for all the Southie Pride talk people love to spout off, I continue to see examples that it&amp;#39;s mostly a bunch of dog sh*t. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2942926124802062983?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2942926124802062983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2942926124802062983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2942926124802062983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2942926124802062983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/08/sht-happens-in-southie.html' title='Sh*t Happens in Southie'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2863081565231730970</id><published>2010-07-27T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:49:24.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Free Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In an effort to create more space in our 2nd bedroom/office/nursery, I posted 2 items on Craigslist.com under the "Free Stuff" heading. This was Sunday night, and I received well over 100 emails regarding the dresser and bookshelf's availability. Last night, a nice man drove up from the South Shore and took our furniture to his daughter's post-collegiate apartment in Savin Hill (because why the hell does a 22 year-old need new furniture?! Try telling that to my wife!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rather than replying individually to all the other emails that inquired about the furniture, I decided to update the posting to indicate that the items were gone and tacked "SOLD!!" in front of the heading. (Yes, I know the items were free, but SOLD!! seemed like an unambiguous way of indicating the items were no longer available.) Since then I have received at least 15 new inquiries responding to the updated headline:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498596793809288946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TE7wprIavvI/AAAAAAAABLU/mreqi6u3lHY/s320/sold.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, no they're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In this woman's case, a Smart car would suffice as there's nothing to carry.  What part of SOLD!! don't people understand?  In the end, I just deleted the post altogether so I wouldn't be tempted to respond to these nimrods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2863081565231730970?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2863081565231730970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2863081565231730970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2863081565231730970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2863081565231730970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-stuff.html' title='Free Stuff'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TE7wprIavvI/AAAAAAAABLU/mreqi6u3lHY/s72-c/sold.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5169235891455337330</id><published>2010-06-28T15:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:39:18.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy Lunch Guest</title><content type='html'>One way to tell that no one had time to take a leisurely lunch today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487910509972658562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TCj5iFoNmYI/AAAAAAAABLE/3xiEWXCvpEQ/s320/Spider+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487910522663774962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TCj5i06AqvI/AAAAAAAABLM/OL2lpuGcCMM/s320/Spider+web+close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that this little guy was able to get himself a nice intricate web going at the kitchen table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5169235891455337330?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5169235891455337330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5169235891455337330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5169235891455337330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5169235891455337330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/06/itsy-bitsy-lunch-guest.html' title='Itsy Bitsy Lunch Guest'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TCj5iFoNmYI/AAAAAAAABLE/3xiEWXCvpEQ/s72-c/Spider+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-9173218432223928264</id><published>2010-06-21T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:24:07.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South End'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby P'/><title type='text'>Uncle Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been to a handful of baby showers over the years, but had the pleasure of attending my first sprinkle on Saturday morning. A sprinkle is given to celebrate a mother-to-be who has already given birth to her first child. In this case, it was for my friend's 2nd child and we met at the &lt;a href="http://www.southendbuttery.com/site/"&gt;Buttery&lt;/a&gt; for brunch on Saturday morning. There's a room downstairs that was perfect for our larger party, and the staff was super friendly. I'm not a huge brunch person, but the food was fantastic, the prices were definitely reasonable and I'm still dreaming of my cinnamon scone. Like the Terminator, I'll be baahk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon, Nick and I drove down to Rhode Island to see my dad for Father's Day. This happened to be my dad's 30th Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485213533994440578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TB9kpbLnV4I/AAAAAAAABKk/TjyHuKvAzyU/s320/Dad-1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dad, before kids lookin' sharp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485215068558107394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TB9mCv4GowI/AAAAAAAABK0/ANB2hC6NPqo/s320/Dad-+2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad, after kids... You'll notice the toll we took on his hair color, but otherwise still looking sharp!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This Father's Day was also Nick's first Father's to Be Day. My parents gave him a cute book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Daddy-Hugs-1-2-3/dp/0689877714"&gt;Daddy Hugs&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485216148081233730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TB9nBlaeT0I/AAAAAAAABK8/yMvg0a8r2pQ/s320/Daddy+hugs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;My brother mentioned that he'd like a similar book, but somehow, "Uncle Hugs" sounds like it would end with a police investigation and not a sleeping baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-9173218432223928264?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/9173218432223928264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=9173218432223928264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/9173218432223928264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/9173218432223928264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/06/uncle-hugs.html' title='Uncle Hugs'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TB9kpbLnV4I/AAAAAAAABKk/TjyHuKvAzyU/s72-c/Dad-1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-491186526929222658</id><published>2010-06-09T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:48:39.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby P'/><title type='text'>A Guide to Day Care Centers Around the Boston Area</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pretty much the day after I found out I was pregnant, I started researching day care facilities near us. I had heard horror stories about waiting lists, sky-high tuition, etc. Since I will be returning to work full-time after my maternity leave is up, we needed to find full-time care. I liked the idea of the little one being out of the house during the day, hanging with little buddies and learning to get used to being around noise and groups of people, so we decided to actively explore day cares instead of nannies or nanny-shares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of centers we looked at- click on the links for location, contact info and hours of operations. I tried to include some info that's not necessarily listed on their websites, like fees and if there's a waiting list. Please note that this info may have changed since I first received it. I hope this brief guide can be helpful to others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Labouré%20Child%20Care%20Center"&gt;Labouré Child Care Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in Southie for almost 9 years now, and walk by the Labouré Center on West Broadway several times a week; however, the tour we took in April was the first time I had been inside the building. The facility is very clean and safe, with 3 different rooms dedicated to infants and toddlers. The preschoolers are in a separate area; I was particularly impressed with preschool classrooms, as they were very bright and cheerful. The infant and toddler rooms seemed a little less inviting, but maybe that had something to do with the lighting. We met some infant teachers who were extremely friendly and took the time to answer our questions and tell us about a typical day. The Center staggers drop-off times, so when you're offered a spot, you're also told when you can drop off, which could potentially be inconvenient depending on when you have to be to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Infant/Toddler&lt;/span&gt;: $300 per week/$60 per day/$65 part time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Preschool&lt;/span&gt;: $215 per week/$43 per day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting List&lt;/span&gt;: Daunting. We were told to call back after our baby is born to reiterate our interest and be added to the official waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd center we toured was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kindercare.com/our-centers/center-details/303019/#email"&gt;KinderCare Learning Center on Atlantic Ave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day care is not nearly as convenient to us as the Labouré Center would be, but there are enough bus and T options to make it work if you needed it to. This tour, unlike the first, took all of 15 minutes. Partly because the facility is a lot smaller and partly because the staff was busy juggling all the little ones being dropped off for the day. Overall, the center is very clean, bright and welcoming- just quite small. We also suffered a bit of sticker shock over the price, which they warned us goes up each September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Infants (4 or 5 days)&lt;/span&gt;: $493/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Toddlers &amp;amp; Pre-School (4 or 5 days)&lt;/span&gt;: $442/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Pre-K (4 or 5 days)&lt;/span&gt;: $347/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting List&lt;/span&gt;: None. They had spots available for late January/early February 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 other facilities we learned about, but haven't toured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://centers.brighthorizons.com/harborview/"&gt;Bright Horizons at Harborview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Infants (5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;$1875/month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Toddlers (5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; $1550/month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Preschool (5 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; $1305/month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting List&lt;/span&gt;: Unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hhsi.us/coloumbiapoint.php"&gt;Columbia Point Infant and Toddler Day Care Program&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Infants&lt;/span&gt;: $55/day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting List&lt;/span&gt;: Unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we visited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sunshine-childcare.com/"&gt;Sunshine Child-Care&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked into Sunshine Child-Care, I was impressed. After walking past the check-in/reception area, I was greeted by a small group of pre-schoolers sitting at a round table: "Good morning, Miss!" This tour, like the KinderCare tour, lasted maybe 15 minutes, because the infants, toddlers, and preschools are in the same big room, although the areas are sectioned off. The staff were actively engaged with the children, the facility is clean and bright with a real classroom feel to it. As I was leaving, it was so cute to see a group of children sitting in a circle being read to; most of them eagerly had their hands up waiting to be chosen to answer a question about the story. You could tell that both kids and adults were having a good time. It should also be noted that Sunshine Child-Care is a multi-lingual facility, from their website: "All programs are staffed with bi-lingual teachers speaking English, Chinese (Mandarin and Cantonese, or both.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Infants (5 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;$275/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Toddlers (5 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; $250/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Preschool (5 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;$185/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Depends on when you are hoping to enroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellismemorial.org/programs/infant.asp"&gt;Ellis Memorial &amp;amp; Eldridge House's Infant/Toddler Program&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned about Ellis Memorial from friends of ours who go there. The tour probably lasted about 45 minutes, as the facility is housed in the first floor of a larger building. The infants are on one side of the hall, and the toddlers are on the other. I can't remember how many infant rooms there are, but each one was clean and welcoming and the staff was very friendly. I met my friends' baby, who was happily bouncing on a teacher's knee when we walked in. They have evening programs that involve the parents and families, a lending library and an area to leave your stroller for the day since many parents use public transportation to drop off/pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Infants&lt;/span&gt;: $325/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Toddlers&lt;/span&gt;: $325/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fees for Preschool&lt;/span&gt; : $195/week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting List&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, but can get on the list as soon as you fill out an application, versus having to wait until the baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all that? Phew! We've been busy, but thankfully have chosen one of these facilities and have firm childcare plans in place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-491186526929222658?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/491186526929222658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=491186526929222658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/491186526929222658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/491186526929222658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/06/guide-to-daycare-centers-around-boston.html' title='A Guide to Day Care Centers Around the Boston Area'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5876499032976060862</id><published>2010-06-07T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:07:31.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby P'/><title type='text'>Run to Remember 2010</title><content type='html'>Sunday, May 30th marked the first road race of 2010 for Nick and I! Since 2005, we have run &lt;a href="http://www.bostonsruntoremember.com/boston/index.html"&gt;Boston's Run to Remember&lt;/a&gt; each year. We normally both run the half marathon; however, this year I ran the 5 miler and let Nick do the heavy lifting in the half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480023600101656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TAz0bgzRCVI/AAAAAAAABKU/QaWxx_SEfCw/s320/NickRuntoRemember110.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Around mile 10- running back over the Salt &amp;amp; Pepper Shaker bridge. I like how you can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see the Citgo sign in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480023594544549970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TAz0bMGWUFI/AAAAAAAABKM/b73Zyk33AA0/s320/NickRuntoRemember10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crossing the finish line after 13 miles in the hot sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480023607739397986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TAz0b9QPt2I/AAAAAAAABKc/cFADYVzx800/s320/AliciaRuntoRemember10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby Priselac completes her first 5 mile race feeling good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only downside to this year's race, (probably due to the hot weather) was that I had the pleasure of seeing 2 people puke along the course. One girl was right before the finish line- hopefully that wasn't captured by Brightroom.com (who took the photos.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're thinking about running this race next year- I highly recommend signing up. Both courses are pretty flat, there are a good amount of water &amp;amp; Gatorade stops (as well as a GU station too), and the post race amenities are fantastic. This year in addition to bagels, bananas, oranges, water, etc.- there was a Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's truck giving out free ice cream. Looking forward to next year's race already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. I hope everyone who was lucky enough to get a bib for the &lt;a href="http://www.harpoonbrewery.com/index.cfm?pid=28552"&gt;Harpoon 5-miler &lt;/a&gt;this weekend had a great race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5876499032976060862?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5876499032976060862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5876499032976060862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5876499032976060862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5876499032976060862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-to-remember-2010.html' title='Run to Remember 2010'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TAz0bgzRCVI/AAAAAAAABKU/QaWxx_SEfCw/s72-c/NickRuntoRemember110.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-4194279773659356453</id><published>2010-06-03T09:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:59:11.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby P'/><title type='text'>Librarian on the Run- Now With a Bun</title><content type='html'>in the oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick and I are due October 21 with our first- a baby girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are slowly learning how freakin' expensive daycare is and new and exciting word combinations like "sleep sacks" "breast pump"and "stroller systems." These words on their own are harmless, but put together are scary and complex. So far, the only item I've purchased has been this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478544774788569890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TAezcjNYWyI/AAAAAAAABKE/EdCoY-_0TLE/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The dreaded pink hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All babies look like little boys unless you throw them in something pink or a dress. For the first year or so, a pink hat will have to do. I better not not hear any complaints- &lt;em&gt;capice?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-4194279773659356453?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4194279773659356453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=4194279773659356453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4194279773659356453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4194279773659356453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/06/librarian-on-run-now-with-bun.html' title='Librarian on the Run- Now With a Bun'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/TAezcjNYWyI/AAAAAAAABKE/EdCoY-_0TLE/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1127240266868179755</id><published>2010-04-01T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:13:00.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Deal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/S7UabODUA3I/AAAAAAAABJ8/forgcvE9x5c/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NTMuanBn%3F%3D-780495"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/S7UabODUA3I/AAAAAAAABJ8/forgcvE9x5c/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NTMuanBn%3F%3D-780495"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455295578560004978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, if you purchase the left one we&amp;#39;ll throw the right one in free of charge!&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1127240266868179755?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1127240266868179755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1127240266868179755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1127240266868179755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1127240266868179755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-deal.html' title='What A Deal!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/S7UabODUA3I/AAAAAAAABJ8/forgcvE9x5c/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA2NTMuanBn%3F%3D-780495' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2837921045966632617</id><published>2010-02-22T08:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:30:57.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Boston'/><title type='text'>Southie: Oscar the Grouch's Paradise</title><content type='html'>Over the past couple of weeks, I've noticed that Broadway is covered in trash. The sidewalks are disgusting; they're strewn with litter that floated out from cans on garbage day, but also with debris that residents have no problem tossing on the ground instead of in a bin. I can't tell you how many times I've seen actual grown adults walk out of the Hub or Tedeschi's and toss their snack food wrappers or lotto tickets on the ground without any shame. It's disgusting and disrespectful, and anyone over the age of 12 shouldn't have to be reminded not to litter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441059442851694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/S4KGvDz1x7I/AAAAAAAABJ0/pSn0Ra-Bg1Q/s320/EastBroadway.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;East Broadway this morning on my way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2837921045966632617?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2837921045966632617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2837921045966632617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2837921045966632617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2837921045966632617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/02/southie-oscar-grouchs-paradise.html' title='Southie: Oscar the Grouch&apos;s Paradise'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/S4KGvDz1x7I/AAAAAAAABJ0/pSn0Ra-Bg1Q/s72-c/EastBroadway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5020681155972788066</id><published>2010-02-03T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:18:04.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Boston'/><title type='text'>What's "the Situation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/celebrity/more_names/blog/2010/02/will_southie_be_the_next_jerse.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; better not ever happen.  Although there are about 100 tanning salons on Broadway, so I guess these people would be able to maintain their orange skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV- Keep the Jersey Shore cast out of South Boston!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5020681155972788066?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5020681155972788066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5020681155972788066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5020681155972788066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5020681155972788066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-situation.html' title='What&apos;s &quot;the Situation&quot;'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6746431121255186530</id><published>2010-01-20T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:28:03.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>Robots Have Feelings Too</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of weeks, I've had daily calls from either Brown or Coakley's campaign hassling me to vote for their candidate.  These calls have gotten to be pretty annoying and even though I wouldn't pick up the phone when an unidentified number appeared on caller ID, I'd still have to listen to them as they left voice mails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I walked in the early morning down Broadway to Dorchester Street on my way to vote, even the candidate I was voting for had ticked me off in the end because I was so sick of the calls, the radio ads, the TV commercials, etc.  Casting my vote, signified an end to being hassled by pleading recorded voices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, around 6:45 or so, the phone rang and I picked up without bothering to check the caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"  It was another recorded message!  I heard the following being rattled off quickly by some robotic voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am just calling to remind you that today is Election Day and the polls are open until 8 PM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F*ck off!" I yelled into the phone and was about to hang up when I heard the recorded voice stop and say, "uh, excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6746431121255186530?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6746431121255186530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6746431121255186530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6746431121255186530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6746431121255186530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/01/robots-have-feelings-too.html' title='Robots Have Feelings Too'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2999107099319969787</id><published>2010-01-11T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:51:30.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Discount in the Bakery Aisle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/S0u5grbC8UI/AAAAAAAABJs/LZberT5ExvY/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1ODQuanBn%3F%3D-790140"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/S0u5grbC8UI/AAAAAAAABJs/LZberT5ExvY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1ODQuanBn%3F%3D-790140"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425634147161010498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My guess is that these taste rather bitter today. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2999107099319969787?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2999107099319969787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2999107099319969787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2999107099319969787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2999107099319969787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/01/deep-discount-in-bakery-aisle.html' title='Deep Discount in the Bakery Aisle'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/S0u5grbC8UI/AAAAAAAABJs/LZberT5ExvY/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1ODQuanBn%3F%3D-790140' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-900841694294934897</id><published>2009-12-22T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:55:29.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Eye and Ear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEEI'/><title type='text'>Everyone Deserves a Voice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Deschler operated on my husband and is an excellent doctor and a wonderful person.  Please click on the link below and contribute to the Deschler Fund at Mass. Eye and Ear!  Thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mass Eye and Ear:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a voice. Check out this video today (&lt;a href="http://www.toth.com/merrychristmas"&gt;www.toth.com/merrychristmas&lt;/a&gt;) and you’ll be donating to the work Mass. Eye and Ear’s own head and neck surgeon Dr. Daniel Deschler. Each time the video is viewed through New Year’s Day, Toth Brand Imaging will donate $1 (up to maximum of $10,000) to the Deschler Fund at Mass. Eye and Ear for Laryngeal Cancer. Michael Toth, president of Toth Brand Imaging, is Dr. Deschler’s patient. He had laryngeal cancer. He credits Dr. Deschler with saving his life. Michael created this holiday greeting to help give everyone a voice because he no longer has one. He and his employees think everyone deserves a voice so they are raising money for Dr. Deschler’s fund. Support our mission! Send along to family and friends and spread the cheer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-900841694294934897?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/900841694294934897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=900841694294934897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/900841694294934897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/900841694294934897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyone-deserves-voice.html' title='Everyone Deserves a Voice!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-151936757264426280</id><published>2009-12-21T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:00:26.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning commute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBTA'/><title type='text'>The 12 Days of MBTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the 1st day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 1 grimey pole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the 2nd day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 2 frost bitten toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the 3rd day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 3 busses too full to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the 4th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 4 medical testing ads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the 5th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 5 blasting iPods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the 6th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 6 red lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the 7th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 7 seats occupied by shopping bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the 8th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 8 seconds to read my monthly pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the 9th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 9 bottles rolling around the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the 10th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 10 discarded Metros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the 11th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 11 coughing passengers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the 12th day of Christmas the MBTA gave to me, 12 minute stall between South Station &amp;amp; Downtown Crossing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-151936757264426280?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/151936757264426280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=151936757264426280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/151936757264426280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/151936757264426280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-days-of-mbta.html' title='The 12 Days of MBTA'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5780691508060334006</id><published>2009-12-08T15:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:26:02.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Woods'/><title type='text'>Getting Satisfaction from what Tiger Does... Just Another Day at the Office</title><content type='html'>This ad is currently running on &lt;a href="http://www.diversityinc.com/"&gt;DiversityInc&lt;/a&gt;'s site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sx602_UDJkI/AAAAAAAABJQ/NMK9hq1pLgg/s1600-h/Tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412962658947376706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sx602_UDJkI/AAAAAAAABJQ/NMK9hq1pLgg/s320/Tiger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412962661881513042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sx603KPmhFI/AAAAAAAABJY/1522UIgcRMo/s320/Tiger+II.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412962671384993938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sx603tpaIJI/AAAAAAAABJg/eUuDaXt3BgU/s320/Tiger+III.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just as good as the &lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/mormons-not-buying-tickets-for-soul.html"&gt;Taylor Hicks mishap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5780691508060334006?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5780691508060334006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5780691508060334006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5780691508060334006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5780691508060334006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-satisfaction-from-what-tiger.html' title='Getting Satisfaction from what Tiger Does... Just Another Day at the Office'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sx602_UDJkI/AAAAAAAABJQ/NMK9hq1pLgg/s72-c/Tiger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6067453622405960568</id><published>2009-12-03T12:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:27:38.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downtown Crossing'/><title type='text'>Nothing is going to keep people away from today's sales at Macy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sxf-HbUvoeI/AAAAAAAABJA/lhpxLP8FSyQ/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1NTMuanBn%3F%3D-781042"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411072880856244706" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sxf-HbUvoeI/AAAAAAAABJA/lhpxLP8FSyQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1NTMuanBn%3F%3D-781042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I hope no one's waiting around for this bone marrow... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Updated to add that the sign says, "Human Bone Marrow.  Do not XRay.")&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6067453622405960568?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6067453622405960568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6067453622405960568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6067453622405960568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6067453622405960568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-is-going-to-keep-people-away.html' title='Nothing is going to keep people away from today&apos;s sales at Macy&apos;s'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sxf-HbUvoeI/AAAAAAAABJA/lhpxLP8FSyQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1NTMuanBn%3F%3D-781042' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6672828778801343275</id><published>2009-12-02T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:35:02.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Woods'/><title type='text'>I'd like to interrupt my blogging break...</title><content type='html'>to state that Tiger Woods is a stupid son of a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6672828778801343275?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6672828778801343275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6672828778801343275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6672828778801343275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6672828778801343275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-like-to-interrupt-my-blogging-break.html' title='I&apos;d like to interrupt my blogging break...'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2521501152946498904</id><published>2009-11-08T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:32:58.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High Five, Seltzer Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SvdHGvpFtqI/AAAAAAAABI4/X4cUPNHtO1I/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MzcuanBn%3F%3D-778110"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SvdHGvpFtqI/AAAAAAAABI4/X4cUPNHtO1I/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MzcuanBn%3F%3D-778110"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401864459247793826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;8 oz cans of Polar Seltzer are now available!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2521501152946498904?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2521501152946498904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2521501152946498904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2521501152946498904'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5102018575867486915</id><published>2009-10-26T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:21:13.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SuWUOQjRzfI/AAAAAAAABIw/FacqdFKv5s0/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MzUuanBn%3F%3D-773899"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SuWUOQjRzfI/AAAAAAAABIw/FacqdFKv5s0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MzUuanBn%3F%3D-773899"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396882701155421682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jim and Nancy are getting used to their new home.&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5102018575867486915?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5102018575867486915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5102018575867486915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5102018575867486915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5102018575867486915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SuWUOQjRzfI/AAAAAAAABIw/FacqdFKv5s0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MzUuanBn%3F%3D-773899' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-163364416097033414</id><published>2009-10-09T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:02:49.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='librarian thoughts'/><title type='text'>Costume Advice: How to Dress Like a Librarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This was originally posted last October; however, I'm starting to get a lot of hits for librarian costumes, and thought I'd post this entry again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting a lot of hits recently by people searching for "how to dress like a librarian." Will there be a lot of librarians trick-or-treating this year? My guess is that most people dressing as librarians will go for the "hot librarian" vs. "dowdy librarian" look. It's been my experience, that real-life librarians fall somewhere in the middle of these 2 stereotypes. That is, we don't look like we'll give you a spanking you'll enjoy and we also don't look like a character from the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088000/"&gt;Revenge of the Nerds&lt;/a&gt; movies. As a librarian, I'm not going to offer any thoughts on how to dress like the "your book is overdue and I'm going to have to take you behind the stacks and make a man out of you" librarian. No one needs help on how to dress like a ho. I do, however, have some advice for those of you who plan to dress like your mother's librarian, since there are a handful of those keeping the stereotype alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a lanyard, and attach as much crap to it as possible: t pass, work badge, several keys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260046003177350834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SP9v-JGZZrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0J3k06FghTg/s200/lanyard.jpg" width="150" height="152" /&gt;Don't wear glasses that you think are cute or vintage. Wear glasses similar to those that Angela used to rock on "Who's the Boss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260050292935781250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SP9z31sga4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/I0dd3nJbgWQ/s200/angela.jpg" /&gt;Wear book-themed jewelry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260051724510477154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SP91LKugu2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/8jg8yyNVayY/s200/book_earrings.gif" width="151" height="134" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, wear sensible shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260060633188169810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SP99RuIyeFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6SATzL7Bmt8/s200/clogs%5B1%5D.JPG" width="180" height="128" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-163364416097033414?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/163364416097033414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=163364416097033414' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/163364416097033414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/163364416097033414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/10/costume-advice-how-to-dress-like.html' title='Costume Advice: How to Dress Like a Librarian'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SP9v-JGZZrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/0J3k06FghTg/s72-c/lanyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2256397750700867255</id><published>2009-10-06T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:37:33.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're in Southie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SsucfffvP8I/AAAAAAAABIo/PvpVhXJkCJs/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MDYuanBn%3F%3D-753646"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SsucfffvP8I/AAAAAAAABIo/PvpVhXJkCJs/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MDYuanBn%3F%3D-753646"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389573443923427266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When you see this sign in a storefront.  How cute!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2256397750700867255?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2256397750700867255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2256397750700867255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2256397750700867255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2256397750700867255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-youre-in-southie.html' title='You Know You&apos;re in Southie...'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SsucfffvP8I/AAAAAAAABIo/PvpVhXJkCJs/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MDYuanBn%3F%3D-753646' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-4640258699685782450</id><published>2009-10-06T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:01:19.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oatmeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SstNr0JyEqI/AAAAAAAABIg/hz2YI0F7tx4/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MDUuanBn%3F%3D-779536"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SstNr0JyEqI/AAAAAAAABIg/hz2YI0F7tx4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MDUuanBn%3F%3D-779536"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389486794208318114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You know you&amp;#39;re getting older when you eat oatmeal for breakfast because it&amp;#39;s a &amp;quot;smart choice&amp;quot; rather than because you enjoy it.  One more thing about oatmeal: if you cover up the Quaker Oat man&amp;#39;s white bushy hair, you can see actually what my grandpa looked like!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-4640258699685782450?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4640258699685782450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=4640258699685782450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4640258699685782450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4640258699685782450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/10/oatmeal.html' title='Oatmeal'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SstNr0JyEqI/AAAAAAAABIg/hz2YI0F7tx4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA1MDUuanBn%3F%3D-779536' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7114565756033284427</id><published>2009-09-25T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:44:31.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands off my pot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sry7MJdCf6I/AAAAAAAABIY/0nQoh-08930/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0ODkuanBn%3F%3D-771707"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sry7MJdCf6I/AAAAAAAABIY/0nQoh-08930/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0ODkuanBn%3F%3D-771707"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385385071798812578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last night around 2:30, there was a terrible smash outside our window. By the time we located our glasses the stunods who caused the the noise had fled, but we were able to make out that one of the building&amp;#39;s ceramic flower pots had been smashed to bits and the flowers and dirt were strewn all over the sidewalk.  Those flowers are carefully maintained by two women in our building, who enthusiastically tend to our little garden area on the weekends.  Just now as I was leaving the house, I noticed that several other people&amp;#39;s pots had been smashed too (like the example in the photo.). Smashing a mailbox or a window is terrible, of course, but to take the time to deliberately destroy nature is pretty low.   People can be real jerks sometimes. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7114565756033284427?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7114565756033284427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7114565756033284427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7114565756033284427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7114565756033284427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/hands-off-my-pot.html' title='Hands off my pot!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sry7MJdCf6I/AAAAAAAABIY/0nQoh-08930/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0ODkuanBn%3F%3D-771707' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-4550404262629849822</id><published>2009-09-16T08:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:00:19.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>Otto Titsling, Inventor and Kraut</title><content type='html'>When I first came to live in Boston, it was to attend BC in 1997.  Almost immediately, I was struck by how many redheads there were.  Honestly, now it sounds ridiculous, but I could only think of maybe 1 or 2 people from my high school that had naturally red hair.  I had also never met people my age who went to church without being dragged along by their parents, and was surprised how many students attended the special Sunday night freshman campus mass.  Eventually the newness of being surrounded by church-going redheads wore off, and I found something else to admire from afar: the Boston accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My history TA freshman year had an Irish surname, a thick head of red hair and an even thicker accent.  I forget the context in which he said it, but on the first day of class he mentioned something about Karl Marx and it was music to my ears.  "I am in Boston, and I love it," I remember thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later, I started working the 10-6 shift at a company in Norwood.  There was a friendly German security guard who introduced himself as Ott.  "Have a nice night, Ott," I'd say when I left for the evening.  I'm not sure how long I had been there, before someone pointed out to me that Ott was neither short for Otto nor of German heritage.  Art was short for Arthur, a retired Boston policeman and thankfully, very good-natured about the misunderstanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after living and working in Boston since originally coming here for college, I like to think that the novelty of hearing the accent has worn off.  For the most part it has; however, sometimes I hear someone (like I did this morning) that takes me back to freshmen history class and Kahl Mahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-4550404262629849822?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4550404262629849822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=4550404262629849822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4550404262629849822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4550404262629849822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/otto-titsling-inventor-and-kraut.html' title='Otto Titsling, Inventor and Kraut'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-3655540068754856524</id><published>2009-09-15T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:05:34.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tums, Fig Newtons, &amp; Altoids, oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sq_lfo5tfCI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Na4ynWSj53I/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NzUuanBn%3F%3D-734317"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sq_lfo5tfCI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Na4ynWSj53I/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NzUuanBn%3F%3D-734317"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381772411449211938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Time for my three o&amp;#39;clock snack... Gonna have to go with the Fig Newtons.  This has got to be the world&amp;#39;s most depressing snack drawer.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-3655540068754856524?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3655540068754856524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=3655540068754856524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3655540068754856524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3655540068754856524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/tums-fig-newtons-altoids-oh-my.html' title='Tums, Fig Newtons, &amp; Altoids, oh my!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sq_lfo5tfCI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Na4ynWSj53I/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NzUuanBn%3F%3D-734317' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-4698748337397366249</id><published>2009-09-08T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:09:47.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SqaBy19z2HI/AAAAAAAABII/qasIUwmERLk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NzIuanBn%3F%3D-787079"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SqaBy19z2HI/AAAAAAAABII/qasIUwmERLk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NzIuanBn%3F%3D-787079"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379129515420407922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If I don&amp;#39;t pack Nick&amp;#39;s lunch for him, one of the 1st things I ask him is, What did you have for lunch today?  It&amp;#39;s a simple question, but I find it interesting. Maybe because lunch is usually my favorite meal, since sandwiches are frequently involved.   Here&amp;#39;s today&amp;#39;s lunch: turkey &amp;amp; cheese on a potato roll and an Orange Creme yogurt. (I also had some Fig Newtons, but ate them before I thought to take a photo.)  I hope everyone has a great lunch!  What did you have?&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-4698748337397366249?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4698748337397366249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=4698748337397366249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4698748337397366249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4698748337397366249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-lunch.html' title='Today&apos;s Lunch'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SqaBy19z2HI/AAAAAAAABII/qasIUwmERLk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NzIuanBn%3F%3D-787079' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-3125754869478270540</id><published>2009-09-02T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:07:56.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's New Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sp5uLHFzUZI/AAAAAAAABHo/9LD02qztE3g/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NjQuanBn%3F%3D-776371"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sp5uLHFzUZI/AAAAAAAABHo/9LD02qztE3g/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NjQuanBn%3F%3D-776371"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376856142287950226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I walked to work this morning!  It took me 39 minutes door to office chair (including a stop at DD for my coffee.)  It was a great way to start the day!  I definitely didn&amp;#39;t miss waiting at the bus stop and watching 3 packed buses fly by...  Plus, walking down Summer St, through Fort Point  and over the bridge towards South Station always reminds me how much I love Boston. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-3125754869478270540?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3125754869478270540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=3125754869478270540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3125754869478270540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3125754869478270540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-new-thing.html' title='Today&apos;s New Thing'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sp5uLHFzUZI/AAAAAAAABHo/9LD02qztE3g/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0NjQuanBn%3F%3D-776371' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1017792185674136466</id><published>2009-08-19T15:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:52:08.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Croatia'/><title type='text'>Oink Oink, We'll Be Pigs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday evening, Nick, Joe (his dad) and I returned from a wonderful 10-day trip to Europe. The main purpose of the trip was to visit Joe's paternal &amp;amp; maternal relatives in Croatia; however, we tried to see and do as much as 10 days would allow. We had such a fantastic trip, and I especially want to thank my &lt;em&gt;svekar&lt;/em&gt; (father-in-law) for acting as our fearless &lt;em&gt;vodič&lt;/em&gt; (guide)and translator! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, August 5th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753400339897218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxNQcBBm4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/seuuM84XfG4/s320/Day+0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Waiting to board our Lufthansa flight to Frankfurt in Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 6th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753302706965906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxNKwThTZI/AAAAAAAABHI/07s9oL4Kb94/s320/Day+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Exhausted after flying all night here Nick is filling up somewhere in Germany. Following this, we ate our 1st authentic German meal at Burger King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday, August 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxNKlWYUpI/AAAAAAAABHA/dMav_KkXCj8/s1600-h/Day+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753299766170258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxNKlWYUpI/AAAAAAAABHA/dMav_KkXCj8/s320/Day+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Salzburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 8th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxNJq6UMyI/AAAAAAAABGo/T1kkEOoVRxg/s1600-h/Day+3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753284079203106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxNJq6UMyI/AAAAAAAABGo/T1kkEOoVRxg/s320/Day+3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinner with Joe's cousin Nada. Nada was so much fun and became our travel companion for the next several days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, August 9th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxM47jSDQI/AAAAAAAABGg/uNUm0JMGeU0/s1600-h/Day+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752996488219906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxM47jSDQI/AAAAAAAABGg/uNUm0JMGeU0/s320/Day+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Zagreb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Monday, August 10th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dubrovnik"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752980592549186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxM4AVdXUI/AAAAAAAABGQ/l11LzaM3bGs/s320/Day+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxM38x7mDI/AAAAAAAABGI/Q6bCqMkX-M4/s1600-h/day+5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752979638229042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxM38x7mDI/AAAAAAAABGI/Q6bCqMkX-M4/s320/day+5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dubrovnik"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752972431014914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxM3h7mPAI/AAAAAAAABGA/zjK-XVXKQmM/s320/day+5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dubrovnik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tueday, August 11th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMin4TI3I/AAAAAAAABF4/VrDFDn24VlU/s1600-h/day+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752613250540402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMin4TI3I/AAAAAAAABF4/VrDFDn24VlU/s320/day+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plitvice_Lakes_National_Park"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plitvička Jezera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752585619242882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMhA8e_4I/AAAAAAAABFg/uDJPiqcRLjI/s320/day+6c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plitvice_Lakes_National_Park"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plitvička Jezera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, August 12th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752582769607794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMg2VFBHI/AAAAAAAABFY/-rNInY7moEo/s320/Day+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PaÅ¡man"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pašman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752292139684098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMP7pgUQI/AAAAAAAABFQ/w4ynDlQ8d7w/s320/day+7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752143988484802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMHTvgasI/AAAAAAAABFI/9Z52OcZpryw/s320/day+7b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752597820790146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMhuZj1YI/AAAAAAAABFo/Ljda9VK54og/s320/day+6b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zadar"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752600358606178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMh32n1WI/AAAAAAAABFw/ELuCjS3_4vI/s320/day+6a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Zadar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752126780118466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMGTotlcI/AAAAAAAABE4/rx0lKmK-5qI/s320/Day+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Three generations of Priselacs! Visiting with Joe's uncle Yanko near Zagreb- I can see the resemblance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752137449059586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMG7YYtQI/AAAAAAAABFA/juL7f9B0TK4/s320/day+8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Driving to Munich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752122898676738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMGFLTfAI/AAAAAAAABEw/iaYQB3MzZYc/s320/day+9a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To visit Annette &amp;amp; Christian, who prepared us an authentic German feast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371752116538599122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxMFte8ZtI/AAAAAAAABEo/YF1wqH3ciuo/s320/day+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jacob &amp;amp; Martha helped :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371762087375592370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxVKFvu27I/AAAAAAAABHY/HCr0exVmwn0/s320/Day+10a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joe &amp;amp; Nick loved this car in our hotel's parking garage in Munich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 15&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371762091834663538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxVKWW24nI/AAAAAAAABHg/CXaxULtTadE/s320/Day+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think even Nick is sad to drop of our Citroen Picasso at the Frankfurt Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great trip! Now, back to reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1017792185674136466?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1017792185674136466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1017792185674136466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1017792185674136466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1017792185674136466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/08/oink-oink-well-be-pigs.html' title='Oink Oink, We&apos;ll Be Pigs!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SoxNQcBBm4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/seuuM84XfG4/s72-c/Day+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-179273042230997908</id><published>2009-08-18T13:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:21:27.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><title type='text'>Victoria's Soxret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/07/free-panty-day-at-office.html"&gt;I haven't had to pay for underwear in a long time&lt;/a&gt;. So, after receiving not 1, but 2 free panty coupons in the mail while we were away, I popped into Victoria's Secret during lunch to redeem my complimentary undies. As soon as I walked into the store, I saw the following display:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371352418485217346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SorgkOM_KEI/AAAAAAAABEg/qu0-bGkjXm8/s320/VSSox.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pink Hat haters Beware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now women can pick up some Sox gear, while bra shopping. My guess is that all those "real fans" who freak out when they see a pink baseball cap, probably won't be too thrilled about the Victoria's Secret branded Red Sox shirts with glitter and hearts. I didn't buy a shirt, but think they're kind of cute. As a woman, it's nice to have the option of buying a t-shirt that was designed with your figure in mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-179273042230997908?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/179273042230997908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=179273042230997908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/179273042230997908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/179273042230997908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/08/victorias-soxret.html' title='Victoria&apos;s Soxret'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SorgkOM_KEI/AAAAAAAABEg/qu0-bGkjXm8/s72-c/VSSox.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5584035715647304935</id><published>2009-08-17T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:58:41.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random update'/><title type='text'>When You Hear the Word 'Heiny'</title><content type='html'>Do you think of the color green, or a rear end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go with the latter; however, the folks at &lt;a href="http://www.jansport.com/js_home.php"&gt;JanSport&lt;/a&gt; disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is putting together back-to-school supplies for &lt;a href="http://www.thehome.org/site/PageServer"&gt;The Home for Little Wanderers&lt;/a&gt;, and associates can help by purchasing specific items requested by The Home. My request slip asks that I purchase a green JanSport backpack. I figured a green backpack would be simple enough, but this request is proving more difficult than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected JanSport to offer packs in the ROYGBIV variety, with a couple of "rose" and "turquoise" colors thrown in for good measure. I didn't expect a list that included Blue Paisley Skull and Fiji Orange, but not green. There's not even a hunter green or an emerald. The closest I can find is something called heiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021289514850242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SomzZ-qX18I/AAAAAAAABEY/BX6SWpkNJCk/s200/Jansport+Heiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh... heh... you said, Heiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to make a stink, but isn't heiny a polite word for butt? And if heiny were a color, I'd at least expect it to resemble something that could be a skin tone that wasn't found on Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I buy this pack? I think it might be &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; green, but I'm having trouble locating a more subtle shade of the JanSport variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one tough case to crack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5584035715647304935?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5584035715647304935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5584035715647304935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5584035715647304935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5584035715647304935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-hear-word-heiny.html' title='When You Hear the Word &apos;Heiny&apos;'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SomzZ-qX18I/AAAAAAAABEY/BX6SWpkNJCk/s72-c/Jansport+Heiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-341179844744943820</id><published>2009-08-14T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:16:23.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Not to Judge a Country by its Bathroom</title><content type='html'>One thing that has impressed me about Croatia is that no matter if you&amp;#39;re at a fancy restaurant, a gas station off the expressway or in a small cafe in a village the rest rooms are immaculate. We&amp;#39;ve spent a ton of time in our mighty Citroen, and have had a lot of WC breaks; all of the facilities have been &amp;quot;dobro.&amp;quot; (That&amp;#39;s good to you and me.)&lt;br&gt;Meanwhile, we just stopped in Slovenia.  The area had a cute little cart that sold baked goods and little bottles of Cockta.  (Cockta is a Slovenian soft drink that tastes like Red Bull.)  The WCs were in a little building off the side of the main area and a rusty door opened to a hole in the floor.  I don&amp;#39;t mind squatting over a hole; however, the area surrounding the hole was half an inch thick in caked dirt, urine and other unsavory substances.  As I squatted over the hole, I thought that if my shoes slipped and I fell down into the sludge in some cruel twist of fate that no amount of soap would be able to cleanse my skin. &lt;br&gt;Thankfully, I made it out without incident and wondered if the men&amp;#39;s room was as gross as the women&amp;#39;s.  I didn&amp;#39;t even get a chance to ask, because while walking back to the car I heard my father-in-law tell Nick,  &amp;quot;I found myself trying to piss faster just so I could get the hell out of there quicker.  Holy sh*t.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Unlike Germany, Austria and Croatia, I can&amp;#39;t say I enjoyed my &amp;quot;visit&amp;quot; in Slovenia.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-341179844744943820?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/341179844744943820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=341179844744943820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/341179844744943820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/341179844744943820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-not-to-judge-country-by-its.html' title='Trying Not to Judge a Country by its Bathroom'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-8147939027666108841</id><published>2009-08-06T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:50:55.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahrvergnugen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Snq1j4ieRSI/AAAAAAAABEQ/xml_29CD6-s/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MTEuanBn%3F%3D-755495"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Snq1j4ieRSI/AAAAAAAABEQ/xml_29CD6-s/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MTEuanBn%3F%3D-755495"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366801534042391842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, we landed in Frankfurt safe and sound and we&amp;#39;re currently en route to Salzburg.  My father-in-law had arranged to rent a high-end BMW for our trip since we&amp;#39;re going to be spending so much time in the car.  We&amp;#39;ll be driving from Frankfurt to Salzburg through Slovenia and then all around Croatia to Munich and finally back to Frankfurt on the 15th.  All Nick could talk about was the opportunity to drive on the Autobahn in the BMW.  Fast forward to present time where we&amp;#39;re now stalled in traffic in a French minivan, because Sixt Rental Cars told us that luxury rental vehicles are not allowed to cross into Slovenia due to high rates of theft. Nick is the only one who drives standard (we&amp;#39;re stalled again and getting flipped off outside the airport parking lot) and he hasn&amp;#39;t driven a standard car since 2002.  Wish us luck!!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-8147939027666108841?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8147939027666108841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=8147939027666108841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8147939027666108841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8147939027666108841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/08/fahrvergnugen.html' title='Fahrvergnugen'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Snq1j4ieRSI/AAAAAAAABEQ/xml_29CD6-s/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MTEuanBn%3F%3D-755495' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2742257764866675970</id><published>2009-07-27T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:00:22.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Down, 7 to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sm2k5nvWpdI/AAAAAAAABEI/46bUxZ0HZmo/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722747"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sm2k5nvWpdI/AAAAAAAABEI/46bUxZ0HZmo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722747"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363124041095226834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A couple of years ago, I was down with my family in Rhode Island and we were all sitting in the family room after dinner.  All of a sudden, we heard a terrible screech, a hiss and then silence. We all rushed to the back porch to find some feathers and fur.  Our cat, Carmen, was nowhere to be seen. The next day; however, she came home looking no worse for the wear. &lt;br&gt;On Thursday, poor Carmen was the victim of a hit and run.  My parents brought her to the vet, who was fortunately able to save most of her. Her tail is now a memory. Carmen is a survivor though, and my mom said she&amp;#39;s eating heartily and isn&amp;#39;t letting a small detail like a missing tail slow her down. &lt;br&gt;As my parents were rushing to the vet on Thursday, my dad called to let them know they were on their way.  After calling the main number, there was a prompt that said Press 1 if this is an emergency, if not please stay on the line.  My dad punched 1 and explained to the receptionist that his cat had been hit by a car and he and my mom were rushing her in to see the vet.  The receptionist told him that his reason for calling wasn&amp;#39;t considered an emergency and that they need to keep the line open for real emergencies...  If a cat getting hit by a car doesn&amp;#39;t qualify as an emergency, I&amp;#39;d hate to see the poor animals that do have qualifying emergency injuries.  &lt;br&gt;I wish Carmen a restful and speedy recovery! &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2742257764866675970?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2742257764866675970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2742257764866675970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2742257764866675970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2742257764866675970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-down-7-to-go.html' title='2 Down, 7 to Go'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sm2k5nvWpdI/AAAAAAAABEI/46bUxZ0HZmo/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FVW5uYW1lZC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722747' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5385127562289131709</id><published>2009-07-24T10:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:35:39.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random update'/><title type='text'>Lulu, little Lulu, With Freckles on Her Chin</title><content type='html'>When it comes to workout gear, I tend to look at the Macy's sales rack, Target, and Sierra Trading Post's Bargain Barn. I hate paying full price for workout clothing, except for footwear. Never skimp on running shoes or hiking boots; there, you've been warned. The problem is that I love to shop for workout clothing, and now that I've been attending yoga classes 3-4 times a week I have been exposed to a new wonderful world of colorful and comfortable athletic attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been admiring a certain high-end yoga inspired clothing line for awhile; however, I couldn't justify paying $90 for a pair of black stretchy pants. Then, a few weeks ago, I noticed that they were looking for part-time work, so I decided to apply. I figured between the store discount and other job perks (free classes) that it would be pretty great, as far as 2nd jobs go. I have worked at Dunkin Donuts, a bagel store, the HoneyBaked Ham Company store (for 1 day... that's another blog post), and about 20 English language schools, but never in retail, so I was mildly surprised when I received an email asking if I could come in for a group interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wondering how many people would be in the interview, but there was just one other applicant; a woman in flowing scarves, beaded earrings &amp;amp; a canvas tote. At this point, having come dressed from my day job in a pencil skirt and blouse, I knew I was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store manager took us to a quiet part of the mall and explained that she had a list of questions she wanted to ask and that she hoped we would feel like we were simply getting to know each other. In the end, the more I got to know the other applicant, the more I wanted to strangle her with her thrifted scarf. The conversation went pretty much like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager (turning to me): So, how do you like to stay healthy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, try to walk as much as possible and not eat too much junk. Also, I exercise on a regular basis. Running, yoga, golf... that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Applicant: Oh, well, my family owns an organic farm north of Boston and I spent a lot of time working on the land. It's a lot of sweat and hard work, but I love it! The farm, by the way, is also a &lt;a href="http://www.localharvest.org/csa/"&gt;CSA&lt;/a&gt;, which is just an incredible way to bring people together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager (again, to me. Somehow, I went first every single time): We encourage our employees to set goals for themselves. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm, well, hopefully my family is healthy and happy. Possibly my husband and I will have a child or 2...&lt;br /&gt;2nd Applicant: OK, so I am applying for a Fulbright and hope to eventually open a cultural center for disadvantaged Boston youth.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh... a Fulbright!  That's impressive!&lt;br /&gt;2nd Applicant: How old are you?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, I'll be 30 in July.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Applicant: Well, you're too old to apply for one... but it is an excellent opportunity to do some good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The 2nd Harry Potter book... I'm re-reading the series.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Applicant: I just finished reading a book written by one of the first female Buddhist monks.  It's incredibly fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: We hope all of our employees are open to giving and receiving feedback.  What was the last feedback you received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this point, I decided to go for broke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: During yoga class today, while I was in &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4990_cobra-pose-yoga.html"&gt;Cobra&lt;/a&gt;, my teacher told me to relax my buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;(beat)&lt;br /&gt;2nd Applicant: Hmmm, well last night my boyfriend and I were talking... We try and have at least one meaningful conversation a night... And, anyway, he told me that he's noticed that most of my friendships are based on me reaching out to others in need and that he thinks I should have relationships where there's more equal give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercifully, the "conversation" ended soon after that and I went home to re-examine my lifestyle, while applicant number 2 probably went to volunteer at a soup kitchen and then poop a bouquet of roses.  Needless to say, I received an email the next day thanking me for my time, but that I wasn't quite the right fit for the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5385127562289131709?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5385127562289131709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5385127562289131709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5385127562289131709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5385127562289131709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/07/lulu-little-lulu-with-freckles-on-her.html' title='Lulu, little Lulu, With Freckles on Her Chin'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7683806657766963770</id><published>2009-07-14T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:38:09.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='librarian thoughts'/><title type='text'>15 Books that Will Always Stick with this Librarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometime last week, I read &lt;a href="http://www.thegeminiweb.com/babyboomer/"&gt;Rhea&lt;/a&gt;'s post called, &lt;a href="http://www.thegeminiweb.com/babyboomer/?p=2610"&gt;15 Books that Will Always Stick with Me&lt;/a&gt; and decided that I wanted to give the exercise a whirl. It wasn't hard to think of 15 books that will stick with me; however, it was harder than I thought to add some explanation as to why they would. Sometimes, I have a specific memory associated with a book, and sometimes a book will just stick with me because it's just so &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. I tried to elaborate where possible, but in some instances I have no other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommendations&lt;/span&gt; than to read the book. Below is the post's explanation that was posted on Rhea's original entry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A friend gave me an assignment: List fifteen books you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; read that will always stick with you. Write down the first 15 you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. So that’s what I did. If you care to join in, please feel free to link to this post and write about YOUR 15 books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Interpreter-Maladies-Jhumpa-Lahiri/dp/0618101365/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246902649&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Interpreter of Maladies&lt;/a&gt;: Well-written short stories that draw you in completely. I think I read this in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miserables-Enriched-Classics-Victor-Hugo/dp/0671504398/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246902714&amp;amp;sr=1-5"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/a&gt;: In 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, we read this abridged version and I've since re-read it several times. I'd like to say that I've graduated to the unabridged version; however, Hugo tends to take 15 pages to describe a doorknob... I cried when Jean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Valjean&lt;/span&gt; died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Cholera-Gabriel-Garcia-Marquez/dp/B000K6ZNE2/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246902765&amp;amp;sr=1-5"&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;/a&gt;: As a Spanish language and literature major, this was one of my favorites. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Florentino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ariza&lt;/span&gt; is a true romantic that needs some heavy therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_b_0_9?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;amp;field-keywords=100+years+of+solitude&amp;amp;sprefix=100+years"&gt;100 Years of Solitude&lt;/a&gt;: This book is worth it for the last sentence alone. Also, I cried the entire last chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shining-Stephen-King/dp/B00130C2X4/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246902873&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;The Shining&lt;/a&gt;: I read this book one summer while I was away at tennis camp. In retrospect, it's not a good idea for a 13 year old to read this book while alone in a poorly lit dorm room. I scared myself senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Harry-Potter-Order-Phoenix-Book/dp/0439358078/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246902934&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;: Best HP book, in my opinion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; Rowling is a fantastic story-teller. I'm re-reading the series for the third time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0027136701/ref=dp_proddesc_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Caddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Woodlawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: My dad used to read this book to me at night, maybe a chapter at a time. The story is fun, and my dad is a gifted narrator. This book brings back nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cart-Donald-Cooney-Barbara-Hall/dp/B001I8M79A/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246903052&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Ox Cart Man&lt;/a&gt;: I used to love poring over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;illustrations&lt;/span&gt; in this book. It actually won the &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/mgrps/divs/alsc/awardsgrants/bookmedia/caldecottmedal/caldecottmedal.cfm"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caldecott&lt;/span&gt; Medal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cart-Donald-Cooney-Barbara-Hall/dp/B001I8M79A/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246903052&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;The Finer Points of Sausage Dogs&lt;/a&gt;: The 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chapter&lt;/span&gt; in this book is one of the funniest I have ever read. The protagonist, Professor Doctor Moritz-Maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Igelfeld&lt;/span&gt;, is also one of my favorite literary characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Naked-David-Sedaris/dp/0316777730/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246903138&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Naked&lt;/a&gt;: I wish I could write like David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sedaris&lt;/span&gt;; however, my family would probably disown me if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lovely-Bones-Alice-Sebold/dp/0316168815/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246903167&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/a&gt;: I actually did not like this book, but it will always stick with me because I had to stop reading it halfway through because I was sobbing so hard I became nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Purple-Pussycat-Modern-Curriculum-Beginning/dp/0813655722/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246903211&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Purple Pussycat&lt;/a&gt;: My mom taught me to read using this book. I vividly remember sitting with her on our old green flowered coach and sounding out each word. I also remember that the word "something" used to trip me up each time. Like Caddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Woodlawn&lt;/span&gt;, this book also bring back good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Summer-German-Soldier-Bette-Greene/dp/B001TI4DJQ/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246903282&amp;amp;sr=1-11"&gt;Summer of my German &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: One of my faves as a teen. I always looked for the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Morning-Long-Coming-Bette-Greene/dp/0141306351"&gt;sequel&lt;/a&gt;, but could never seem to find it in bookstores or the library. I'm still tempted to order a copy online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thousand-Splendid-Suns-Khaled-Hosseini/dp/159448385X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246903323&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;1000 Splendid Suns&lt;/a&gt;: A great story, that was probably predictable to everyone but me. I loved the ending (and cried like a baby.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Berenstain-Bears-Much-First-Books/dp/0394865707/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246903385&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Berenstain&lt;/span&gt; Bears and Too Much TV&lt;/a&gt;: There's one line in this book that goes something like, "The Bear family used to have lively &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;conversations&lt;/span&gt; at the dinner table, but not lately. Lately, they just sat around and chewed." To this day, we'll still say that line if there's a lull in the dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; and it always gets a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Pickles"&gt;Sweet Pickles series&lt;/a&gt;: My mom ordered me the Sweet Pickles series, and sometimes I'd peek out our front window in hopes of spotting the Sweet Pickles van dropping off the books. (Just like in the old &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JlFQkCns8Q"&gt;commercial&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7683806657766963770?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7683806657766963770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7683806657766963770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7683806657766963770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7683806657766963770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/07/15-books-that-will-always-stick-with.html' title='15 Books that Will Always Stick with this Librarian'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5190885198395202594</id><published>2009-07-06T10:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:39:15.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhode Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a great holiday weekend! Nick and I headed down to Rhode Island Thursday evening and met up with my family and our friends at &lt;a href="http://www.pizzaplacewesterly.com/"&gt;Pizza Place&lt;/a&gt; in Westerly. The pizza here is fantastic, but I think the best menu item is the Gorgonzola salad. On Friday morning, my mom, Carolyn, and I headed off to &lt;a href="http://www.yoganita.com/"&gt;Heart of Avondale&lt;/a&gt; for an early morning yoga class, because we're on top of it like that. Then, after a quick lunch, we played 9 holes at a par 3 course. The winner of that outing was definitely Carolyn who played the "oh, I don't really play golf" card and then proceeded to kick our butts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning, Nick and I got up at 6:45 in order to make an 8:30 tee time at &lt;a href="http://www.beaverrivergolf.com/"&gt;Beaver River&lt;/a&gt; in Richmond, RI. This course is well-maintained, economical &amp;amp; wins for &lt;a href="http://www.beaverrivergolf.com/_borders/Lil%20Beaversmall%20tan.jpg"&gt;cutest logo&lt;/a&gt; ever. July 4th is not only Independence Day, but also my dad's birthday! Nick, David &amp;amp; I got him a pair of shooting glasses from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cabelas.com"&gt;Cabela's&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355350950600901986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SlIHUNIeBWI/AAAAAAAABDg/z1uHFa06m60/s320/glasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dad doing his best Bono impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are some other scenes from the 4th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355350960529984834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SlIHUyHvzUI/AAAAAAAABDw/CAdDsNjJjQI/s320/carosel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Flying Horse Carousel in Watch Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355350971701686226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SlIHVbvSb9I/AAAAAAAABEA/w_nzgBlxmv4/s320/ocean.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I enjoy reading, Boston sports &amp;amp; long walks here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355350967526670610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SlIHVML4wRI/AAAAAAAABD4/GI6Zubm4Q1Q/s320/homesonwater.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nick &amp;amp; I checked out the local real estate- a little small for our taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355350952947365202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SlIHUV36NVI/AAAAAAAABDo/7bK0y8H7P7w/s320/flag+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This cake was delicious &amp;amp; patriotic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While driving home from dinner Saturday night, we pulled over on the side of the road to watch the amazing fireworks display put on by the (use your fancy voice) &lt;a href="http://www.themisquamicutclub.com/"&gt;Misquamicut Club&lt;/a&gt;. Despite the fact that we weren't inside the grounds hobnobbing with Muffy &amp;amp; Bunny, I doubt their view of the display was any better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We reluctantly packed our bags and headed home around 9 last night. What a wonderful weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5190885198395202594?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5190885198395202594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5190885198395202594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5190885198395202594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5190885198395202594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Long Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SlIHUNIeBWI/AAAAAAAABDg/z1uHFa06m60/s72-c/glasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2908452647907871691</id><published>2009-06-29T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:42:04.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SklfXYbUeeI/AAAAAAAABC8/8FniNsmnlwk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzQuanBn%3F%3D-724901"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SklfXYbUeeI/AAAAAAAABC8/8FniNsmnlwk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzQuanBn%3F%3D-724901"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352914487405214178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sitting down to a homemade dinner, a cold Corona and the Sox.  Ahhhhh.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2908452647907871691?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2908452647907871691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2908452647907871691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2908452647907871691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2908452647907871691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-simple-pleasures.html' title='Life&apos;s Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SklfXYbUeeI/AAAAAAAABC8/8FniNsmnlwk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzQuanBn%3F%3D-724901' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2457006431297716721</id><published>2009-06-26T09:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:23:03.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UConn'/><title type='text'>Memphis is the team Thabeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, not really because they're terrible, but congrats are in order for the #2 NBA Draft Pick, Hasheem Thabeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351635451089400930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SkTUFq2SNGI/AAAAAAAABCs/HjxtP1Zl6Bw/s320/Thabeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thabeet's not that tall- he's just in 24" heels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.courant.com/sports/college/husky/men/hc-thabeet0626.artjun26,0,2207818.story"&gt;Hasheem Thabeet joins former UConn player Rudy Gay in Memphis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a great &lt;a href="http://www.courant.com/sports/uconn-men/hc-uconn-in-nba-draft-pg,0,3546259.photogallery"&gt;photo gallery&lt;/a&gt; posted on Courant.com that showcases former UConn draft picks. I was happy to a rare photo of my all-time favorite player, &lt;a href="http://www.courant.com/sports/uconn-men/hc-uconn-in-nba-draft-pg,0,3546259.photogallery"&gt;Doron Sheffer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even named my first car Doron, and I drove it into the ground. Nick finally convinced me to get a new car while we were dating, and in retrospect it was the smart thing to do. Doron was dented &amp;amp; scratched, had 1 hubcap, the side paneling was missing from 1 side, a spring had burst through the driver's seat and poked me in the rear end while I drove (I defended that by saying it kept me alert), and the A/C couldn't be used if there was a passenger in the front seat because it leaked all over the floor... Oh, somehow the dashboard lighting died and rather than pay $300 for the fix, I drove around guesstimating my nighttime speed for 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick told me that in auditor-speak Doron was a material weakness; however, I loved that car and still miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351640003119638386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SkTYOoe3Z3I/AAAAAAAABC0/eD1OODW8xtk/s320/Doron.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doron on the day I left him in the Ford lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I ended up leasing a Ford Focus for 2 years after this, and Ford paid a whooping $300 for the trade-in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2457006431297716721?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2457006431297716721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2457006431297716721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2457006431297716721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2457006431297716721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/memphis-is-team-thabeet.html' title='Memphis is the team Thabeet'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SkTUFq2SNGI/AAAAAAAABCs/HjxtP1Zl6Bw/s72-c/Thabeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-4816320597241667594</id><published>2009-06-24T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:06:01.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime Impulse Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SkJc-YQHfbI/AAAAAAAABCc/51q2426Mnf8/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzIuanBn%3F%3D-761586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SkJc-YQHfbI/AAAAAAAABCc/51q2426Mnf8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzIuanBn%3F%3D-761586"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350941534001266098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hey, gold is a smart investment these days&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-4816320597241667594?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4816320597241667594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=4816320597241667594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4816320597241667594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4816320597241667594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/lunchtime-impulse-buy.html' title='Lunchtime Impulse Buy'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SkJc-YQHfbI/AAAAAAAABCc/51q2426Mnf8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzIuanBn%3F%3D-761586' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-4380232332801505261</id><published>2009-06-23T09:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:49:42.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBTA'/><title type='text'>Humidity: Nature's Hair Mousse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like the Grinch's heart, my hair grew 3 sizes today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517419283856194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SkDbPpz0O0I/AAAAAAAABCU/ecLUJmBMuV8/s320/yikes.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful; this is my hair when I wake up in the morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like this look? Recreate it for cheap in 2 easy steps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Style hair as normal, and walk 7 or so city blocks in the damp warm weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Sit for 10 minutes on a hot crowded bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-4380232332801505261?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4380232332801505261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=4380232332801505261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4380232332801505261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4380232332801505261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/humidity-natures-hair-mousse.html' title='Humidity: Nature&apos;s Hair Mousse'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SkDbPpz0O0I/AAAAAAAABCU/ecLUJmBMuV8/s72-c/yikes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2301384117822645323</id><published>2009-06-22T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:15:57.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downtown Crossing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>This Wine &amp; I Will Get Along, or, A Re-cap of Tuesday in the Tasting Room at Ivy</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, Nick, Jenny, Brad &amp;amp; I headed to &lt;a href="http://www.ivyrestaurantgroup.com/index.html"&gt;Ivy&lt;/a&gt; in Downtown Crossing for "Tuesday in the Tasting Room."  The event featured 4 Rosé wines that were each paired with hors d'oevres.  Ivy did a great job putting this together; you had to sign up in advance, and the number of attendees was limited so we had room to move around and not feel cramped.  All in all this was a great deal for $20/person, especially since they were very generous with refills and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking-in, we each received a card that listed a brief description of each wine and a few lines to jot down some tasting notes.  I can't say that our reviews are on par with something one might read in, "Wine Aficionado;" however, I never said we were sophisticated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st tasting was &lt;a href="http://www.mulderbosch.co.za/"&gt;Mulderbosch Rosé from South Africa&lt;/a&gt;, and is described as "layers of strawberry, cherry, roses &amp;amp; fresh peaches on the nose."  (I'm not sure if "on the nose" is a phrase commonly associated with describing wine, or if it's a fancy way of wording that this Rosé smells like fruit...)  Anyway, my distinguished panel of friends threw out "refreshing!" and "summery!" after tasting this one.  The food pairing with this wine was a tasty roasted eggplant/veggie medley over crostini&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd tasting was &lt;a href="http://www.shoppersvineyard.com/product_new.asp?pID=37237"&gt;las Rocas Rosado from Spain&lt;/a&gt;, which is "made from 100% Garnacha &amp;amp; offers up a fragrant nose of kirsch &amp;amp; strawberry."  Or, as my group stated more succinctly, "not a huge fan."  I believe the food pairing with this was a cheese croqueta; however, I'm not entirely sure.  At this point in the evening, I began to suffer the same consequences that happen when I drink red wine (namely severe heartburn) and I more or less stuck to tasting Ivy's water at this point. (Inferior grade, yet potable.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, the 3rd wine was &lt;a href="http://store.wineconnect.com/harbor/WineDetails.aspx?inventoryid=832439924213562214"&gt;Chateau Ste. Michelle "Nellie's Garden" Rosé from Washington State&lt;/a&gt;.  According to the card, this Rosé "shows beautiful fruit aromas &amp;amp; flavors of strawberry, raspberry &amp;amp; subtle spice notes."  Or as Nick said, "Good.  I like this."  Perhaps feeling poetic after several glasses of wine, Brad declared it to be "enduring."  Nellie's Garden was served with a stuffed cherry pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th and final tasting was &lt;a href="http://www.wine.com/V6/Jaboulet-Parallele-45-Rose-2006/wine/90832/detail.aspx"&gt;Jaboulet "Paralelle 45" Rosé&lt;/a&gt; from France.  This wine was everyone's favorite and is professionally described as having "floral &amp;amp; crushed red cherry aromas, with full-bodied, ripe, mineral-driven fruit on the palate."  Nick took one sip and exclaimed, "This wine and I will get along!"  The hors d'oevres were to die for; deep-fried dates stuffed with risotto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the event, Ivy's staff was really friendly and the woman representing the wine distributor was more than willing to answer our questions.  We've already signed up for the next tasting on July 14th, which is "Sparkling Wines from Around the World!"  (The exclamation point is Ivy's, although I am rather excited about that tasting myself!)  You can email &lt;a href="mailto:events@ivyrestaurantgroup.com"&gt;events@ivyrestaurantgroup.com&lt;/a&gt; to sign up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2301384117822645323?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2301384117822645323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2301384117822645323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2301384117822645323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2301384117822645323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-wine-i-will-get-along-or-re-cap-of.html' title='This Wine &amp; I Will Get Along, or, A Re-cap of Tuesday in the Tasting Room at Ivy'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-463175944462158081</id><published>2009-06-19T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:43:10.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big-ass Fool in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjvcPzJEXJI/AAAAAAAABCM/FTS7bm9wCH0/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNjMuanBn%3F%3D-790760"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjvcPzJEXJI/AAAAAAAABCM/FTS7bm9wCH0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNjMuanBn%3F%3D-790760"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349111146416987282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This lady&amp;#39;s umbrella reminded me of the giant skirt in the nutcracker that all the ballerinas fit under.  She could host a party under this thing!  Save it for the outdoor patio table, not the city sidewalk, please!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-463175944462158081?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/463175944462158081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=463175944462158081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/463175944462158081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/463175944462158081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-ass-fool-in-rain.html' title='Big-ass Fool in the Rain'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjvcPzJEXJI/AAAAAAAABCM/FTS7bm9wCH0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNjMuanBn%3F%3D-790760' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5125953116208061038</id><published>2009-06-17T09:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:49:11.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>Disco Stu Likes the Party Trolley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;While travelling around the city, I usually try to walk wherever I'm going. If that's not possible or convenient, I'll take a bus or the T. In some instances, I'll cab it or even drive myself. On Saturday night, I realized the best way to get around is the &lt;a href="http://theoriginalpartytrolley.com/"&gt;Party Trolley&lt;/a&gt;. You can't dispute the epicness of any mode of transportation that has its own disco ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348284205144178626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjjsJe1zf8I/AAAAAAAABBk/j83Di4Tpnv8/s320/Disco+Ball.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shake, shake, shake... shake, shake, shake... Shake your booty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the almost 12 years I've lived in Boston, I've seen the party trolley about 100 times. It looks like the trolleys that give the daytime tours, but there's a disco ball and colorful flashing lights. Admittedly, every time I would see a group of people cruising around in one I'd think that it was either high school kids on their way to a prom, or a group of adults on an awkward corporate function. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We arrived at my friend's apartment in SoWa Saturday night for his 30th birthday party. John's wife had kept the outing a secret from everyone in order to ensure that he'd be completely surprised. About an hour into the party, Leigh blew a whistle and instructed a couple of guys to carry some coolers downstairs and for the rest of the party to follow them outside. We walked to the front of the building, and there it was waiting for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348287600758646674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjjvPIfYZ5I/AAAAAAAABBs/BBUEwOCET38/s320/all+aboard.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All aboard the drunk bus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Leigh plugged in an iPod, the lights started flashing, and we were on our way. At first, everyone sat and enjoyed the ride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348288498044992386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjjwDXJHe4I/AAAAAAAABB0/UWpe3yqdxL0/s320/NickAliciatrain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Much better than the T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, it didn't take long for celebratory beers and shots to kick in, and seats were abandoned. We became that group of people that dangles beers out the window, while yelling, "Wooooooooo!" at anyone who would listen. Many asked to join our tour, several tried to force themselves on, and one man even tried offered us his ice cream cone from J.P. Licks in exchange for a lift. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348291580005622066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sjjy2wVyoTI/AAAAAAAABCE/o5_MW8EjcxY/s320/bdayboy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Birthday boy &amp;amp; friends on the trolley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348290221483776258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sjjxnrc8WQI/AAAAAAAABB8/7WsF4dRmaiw/s320/peep.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At one of our stops, Game On, doing my best to ruin a photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, a great (and safe) way to move a large group of people around Boston. The only downside to the freedom offered by the Party Trolley, is that its final destination is Hangover Station. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5125953116208061038?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5125953116208061038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5125953116208061038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5125953116208061038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5125953116208061038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/disco-stu-likes-party-trolley.html' title='Disco Stu Likes the Party Trolley'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjjsJe1zf8I/AAAAAAAABBk/j83Di4Tpnv8/s72-c/Disco+Ball.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6288234056059615845</id><published>2009-06-15T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:31:01.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random update'/><title type='text'>You Can Chew It</title><content type='html'>So you know those Snickers ads that are all over the city's billboards, buses, etc? Apparently there's a &lt;a href="http://www.snacklish.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; where you can make translate your name to, "Snacklish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia in Snacklish sounds slighlty gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346901006750216594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjQCIvSGcZI/AAAAAAAABBM/Ejt9fBQbJFo/s320/ALICIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick didn't do too much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346901785303691234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjQC2Dntr-I/AAAAAAAABBU/RzJ_6Ag9IZ8/s320/nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dwayne's is the catchiest, I think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346901785321700514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjQC2DsAfKI/AAAAAAAABBc/hh0NvAcqiGw/s320/dwayne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And there you have it! Another time waster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6288234056059615845?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6288234056059615845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6288234056059615845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6288234056059615845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6288234056059615845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-can-chew-it.html' title='You Can Chew It'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjQCIvSGcZI/AAAAAAAABBM/Ejt9fBQbJFo/s72-c/ALICIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-9188517331144331799</id><published>2009-06-12T16:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:35:52.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='librarian thoughts'/><title type='text'>Here's a Red Bush I Can Get Onboard With</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I love the &lt;a href="http://www.alexandermccallsmith.co.uk/lda/index.aspx"&gt;No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency&lt;/a&gt; series by Alexander McCall Smith. Tea plays a very important role in the books, and 2 of the main characters, Mma Ramotswe and her assistant, Mma Makutsi take many tea breaks during the course of the day. I had never heard of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rooibos"&gt;bush tea&lt;/a&gt; before, but it is Mma Ramotswe's tea of choice and its positive effects are mentioned quite frequently in the books. The tea is characterized for having a fairly distinct taste, that people either love or hate. I've been so curious to try this tea and was surprised that Tazo sells &lt;a href="http://www.foodsofnature.com/product/teaafricanredbush/40531/teaafricanredbush.html"&gt;African Red Bush tea&lt;/a&gt;, which is available at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon I tried my first cup and enjoyed it!  It in no way reminded me of rats, which Mma Makutsi I believe once compared the smell to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346540187377965954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjK5-SYDm4I/AAAAAAAABBE/kh3jYS-6KrY/s320/red+bush+tea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mma Ramotswe was right, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-9188517331144331799?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/9188517331144331799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=9188517331144331799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/9188517331144331799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/9188517331144331799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-red-bush-i-can-get-onboard-with.html' title='Here&apos;s a Red Bush I Can Get Onboard With'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjK5-SYDm4I/AAAAAAAABBE/kh3jYS-6KrY/s72-c/red+bush+tea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7981468696020180850</id><published>2009-06-12T08:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:33:52.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downtown Crossing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>45 Province Not Adverstising its Greatest Asset</title><content type='html'>Last May, &lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/05/45-province-boston-taking-luxury-to-new.html"&gt;I wrote about&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;a href="http://www.45province.com/"&gt;45 Province&lt;/a&gt; building that was quickly being built. Well, yesterday while on my way to Chacarero, I noticed that there was a vehicle from the mayor's office and someone wielding a giant pair of scissors. I'm guessing there was some sort of grand opening official ribbon-cutting ceremony, or a &lt;a href="http://www.hogwartsfansite.co.uk/hagrid.jpg"&gt;Hagrid-type&lt;/a&gt; was getting a haircut. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346430915757886594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjJWl13qTII/AAAAAAAABA0/nYm3uxSd_So/s320/45+Prov+tall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346430920446744658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjJWmHVkmFI/AAAAAAAABA8/R95JSn215tM/s320/45+Prov+front.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The people with the giant shears are next to the car in the lower left-hand corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aside from the spa, library, catered kitchen, etc. I still think the greatest luxury would be living across from &lt;a href="http://www.chacarero.com/"&gt;Chacarero&lt;/a&gt;.  How is it not listed as a &lt;a href="http://www.45province.com/location/neighborhood_highlights/"&gt;dining option under neighborhood highlights&lt;/a&gt;?  Actually, where is &lt;a href="http://www.samlagrassas.com/"&gt;Sam LaGrassa's&lt;/a&gt; too?   This list needs a revision!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7981468696020180850?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7981468696020180850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7981468696020180850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7981468696020180850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7981468696020180850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-province-not-adverstising-its.html' title='45 Province Not Adverstising its Greatest Asset'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SjJWl13qTII/AAAAAAAABA0/nYm3uxSd_So/s72-c/45+Prov+tall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5588187827113622390</id><published>2009-06-08T07:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:36:41.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffalo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Blinged Out in WNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend, Nick and I left Boston around 5 Friday morning and shuffled off to Buffalo. Thanks to the combined early starting time &amp;amp; Sudafed I popped prior to leaving the house, I slept soundly for the first 3.5 hours of the trip. I never take over the counter medicine, and I think it made me a bit dopier than usual. A dream I had right before I woke up suddenly involved Nick and I traveling to Buffalo, but we were attached to the back of our car on water skis and skiing down a highway covered in thick mud. Anywhoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As soon as we arrived, we drove downtown to his &lt;a href="http://www.padmin.com/"&gt;dad's office&lt;/a&gt; so we could go to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=taki%27s+buffalo+ny&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;split=1&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;view=text&amp;amp;latlng=4395734405873067710&amp;amp;dtab=0&amp;amp;ei=0mEuSoHZMcSksAbutZjzDQ&amp;amp;oi=&amp;amp;sa=X"&gt;lunch&lt;/a&gt; and then head out for a sail around Lake Erie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345318031177513026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Si5ibbvTeEI/AAAAAAAABAM/ulhgPXVtRpc/s320/Captain+Joe.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Captain Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345321198644250738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Si5lTzeOSHI/AAAAAAAABAU/UNh03NlnNHY/s320/Nickonboat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1st Mate, Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later that evening we headed out to &lt;a href="http://jimssteakout.com/index.html"&gt;Jim's Steakout&lt;/a&gt;, so Nick could get one of his beloved Chicken Finger Subs. (That's Buffalo chicken sub, to you and me; however, "Buffalo chicken" is apparently redundant in Buffalo as it's assumed that's how most chicken will arrive.) It's a good thing that there are no Jim's locations in the Boston area, because most of its menu items significantly (and tastily) contribute to heart disease. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Saturday, Nick &amp;amp; I joined his mom for a round of golf at her club, &lt;a href="http://www.springvillecc.com/"&gt;Springville C.C.&lt;/a&gt; My mother-in-law is the best golfer I have ever played with. I'm not sucking up; it's simply the truth. She's been the club champion for about a bazillion years and was even invited to try out for the Senior LGPA. It's fun to play with her, because it's simply fun to watch her play. Amazing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After golf, we headed over to East Aurora, NY to BBQ with Nick's sister, her husband, our 2 newphews and also her in-laws that happened to be visiting from CA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345333423716913042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Si5wbZarT5I/AAAAAAAABAc/fd59FmaXgvU/s320/corn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dad saw this photo &amp;amp; said it's proof we are still in a recession &lt;/em&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345333426154266946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Si5wbifyYUI/AAAAAAAABAk/I8S4lM-gauA/s320/jacksoncorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jackson is a very neat corn on the cob eater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-690c82bdb15cecf0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D690c82bdb15cecf0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330171323%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D562657B03380B68CED7A76A35AC9A0E9746857A3.8CFF109119569F2058EAFD2F65556894F8C61C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D690c82bdb15cecf0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKVTBZG4at-ZeMwKyQgCd3W01D8s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D690c82bdb15cecf0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330171323%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D562657B03380B68CED7A76A35AC9A0E9746857A3.8CFF109119569F2058EAFD2F65556894F8C61C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D690c82bdb15cecf0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKVTBZG4at-ZeMwKyQgCd3W01D8s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's Nick fooling around with our 2 cute nephews! They love their Uncle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After a late breakfast/early lunch on Sunday we hit the road once again. Below is a photo of the best rest stop vending machine I have ever seen. Behold, the Bling King!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345335881179598338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Si5yqcLcDgI/AAAAAAAABAs/Aj_OMClnhh0/s320/bling.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got a sweet $ sign chain, because I am so money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, a great weekend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5588187827113622390?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=690c82bdb15cecf0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5588187827113622390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5588187827113622390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5588187827113622390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5588187827113622390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/blinged-out-in-wny.html' title='Blinged Out in WNY'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Si5ibbvTeEI/AAAAAAAABAM/ulhgPXVtRpc/s72-c/Captain+Joe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-4737133315790978703</id><published>2009-06-02T09:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:56:26.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffalo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Family that Runs Together, Stays Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/bostons-run-to-remember.html"&gt;Over Memorial Day weekend&lt;/a&gt;, Nick, Brad and I ran &lt;a href="http://www.bostonsruntoremember.com/boston/index.html"&gt;Boston's Run to Remember&lt;/a&gt;. When we woke up Sunday morning around 6, the sky was dark and stormy. Exactly one hour later while we were leaving the house, the sun came out and we were treated to a beautiful sunny day! I'm proud to report that all 3 of us improved from last year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(All photos below are from Brightroom.com. Click &lt;a href="http://www.brightroom.com/view_event.asp?EVENTID=48134"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to search for your own race photos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite having spent the past 3 days partying in Vegas, Nick finished in an impressive 2:08:11. (Last year he ran in 2:16:32.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342722935508429442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SiUqM_BP6oI/AAAAAAAAA_0/JfnpERTNImw/s320/NickR2R.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spent the race thinking of ways to spend the couple hundred he won in Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Brad consistently kicks our butts and finished in 1:55:55, which was almost a 5 minute improvement from last year's 2:00:40 time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342723057949800418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SiUqUHJi9-I/AAAAAAAABAE/dHyCcrs7ARc/s320/BradR2R.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can only speculate what caught his interest in this photo- let's just say it was the finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My goal was to run the race under 2 hours, and I was (barely!) able to do just that.  I finished in 1:59:22, which was an improvement from last year's 2:07:56 finish.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342722929043531218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SiUqMm75ZdI/AAAAAAAAA_k/GFKB7-tdSwM/s320/AliciaR2R.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mugging for the camera on the bridge during mile 10 or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would especially like to congratulate my sister-in-law, Jodi, who just started running on a whim this past January.  She ran the &lt;a href="http://www.buffalomarathon.com/"&gt;Buffalo Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt; this same day and kicked butt by finishing in 1:59:30 and 59/199 for her age group! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342722933037738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SiUqM10MKbI/AAAAAAAAA_8/-UXmbp7iG6U/s320/Jodibuff.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eyes on the prize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Congratulations everyone on a great race!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-4737133315790978703?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4737133315790978703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=4737133315790978703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4737133315790978703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/4737133315790978703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-that-runs-together-stays.html' title='The Family that Runs Together, Stays Together'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SiUqM_BP6oI/AAAAAAAAA_0/JfnpERTNImw/s72-c/NickR2R.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2812064998287752606</id><published>2009-05-27T15:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:59:02.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Boston'/><title type='text'>Running Makes Me Feel Old</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite road races is the &lt;a href="http://www.jimkanesugarbowlfivemiler.com/"&gt;Jim Kane Sugar Bowl 5 Miler&lt;/a&gt;. First of all, it's right in Southie, although it technically starts/ends in Dorchester at the Bayside Expo Center. Secondly, there's an awesome raffle. Each runner's bib number is automatically entered; one year, my friend won a free pair of sneakers. The best thing about this race though, is the race t-shirt. Over the years, I've donated quite a few race tees to the Goodwill, but I always keep the ones from this race because they're tank tops. Tank tops with the arm holes that go halfway down your ribcage. These shirts are awesome for hot summer runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we received two applications in the mail and as I was just filling them out I realized that I would no longer be able to check off the 25-29 Division box! This year the race is being held on July 16th, which also happens to be my 30th birthday. I'm not sad about turning the big 3-0; however, it was definitely a little strange checking the 30-34 box. It made me feel old. Now I'll have to start acting my age bracket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340594501923720674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sh2aZ2CRTeI/AAAAAAAAA_c/2V2LYUIq-os/s320/JimKane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Farewell, sweet youth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2812064998287752606?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2812064998287752606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2812064998287752606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2812064998287752606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2812064998287752606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-makes-me-feel-old.html' title='Running Makes Me Feel Old'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sh2aZ2CRTeI/AAAAAAAAA_c/2V2LYUIq-os/s72-c/JimKane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-337583605163023098</id><published>2009-05-23T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:14:09.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston's Run to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Shg88S8aVxI/AAAAAAAAA_U/D3e_zkgW1EY/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzMjkuanBn%3F%3D-749471"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Shg88S8aVxI/AAAAAAAAA_U/D3e_zkgW1EY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzMjkuanBn%3F%3D-749471"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339084364822763282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What a gorgeous day!  I just walked over to the Seaport Hotel area to pick up our bibs for the half marathon tomorrow.  We&amp;#39;ve run this race every year since it&amp;#39;s been around- 2005.  The first year Nick and I had only been dating about a month, and I ran the half marathon having never run more than 7 miles at once before.  I wanted to keep up with him (and I finished) but felt like crapola afterwards.  That race made me realize that I hadn&amp;#39;t been pushing myself enough though.  I love running this race every year with Nick; it&amp;#39;s our little tradition.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-337583605163023098?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/337583605163023098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=337583605163023098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/337583605163023098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/337583605163023098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/bostons-run-to-remember.html' title='Boston&apos;s Run to Remember'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Shg88S8aVxI/AAAAAAAAA_U/D3e_zkgW1EY/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzMjkuanBn%3F%3D-749471' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5348190188399979095</id><published>2009-05-21T08:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:18:31.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='once upon a time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Falsely Accused</title><content type='html'>When I was in 6th grade, my parents confronted me about my "addiction." They thought I was sniffing &lt;a href="http://www.wite-out.com/"&gt;White Out&lt;/a&gt;. My friends and I would decorate our 3 ring binders with crumbly white designs shaped like flowers or phrases like "What's [arrow pointed up]?" In 6th grade, I also started wearing contacts instead of the glasses I had had to wear since I was about 3. Due to my astigmatism, I cannot wear soft lenses and the gas perms I have instead tend to leave my eyes red. My parents saw their 12 year girl with red eyes all giddy about correction fluid and came to the conclusion that I was sniffing White Out, and my container was confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you, I'm not even sure I knew at that point that sniffing the stuff to get a high was even an option. My parents, to this day, still think I was doing it. There's only so many times I can deny it; however, I stopped trying to convince them years ago. After all, it gives me a small badass edge to my otherwise honor-roll-making-detention-free school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the accusations have gone from ingesting illegal substances to petty theft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I was home in Connecticut for the weekend and my mom calls me on Monday saying she couldn't find her hairbrush and suggested that I took it with me back to Boston. I didn't have the brush, but for weeks afterwards the missing brush would pop back up into conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Nick and I were back so I could attend a wedding shower and we could both help my brother celebrate his birthday. Well, yesterday my mom asks me if I took her razor out of her shower. I told her that I had my own razor and not hers, but she would respond with statements to indicate that she was already convinced that I was wickedly shaving my legs with her powder blue Venus Breeze in Boston. "Well, I would like to know where it went!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that the White Out, brush &amp;amp; razor are all hanging out together somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I would like to add that it's a damn shame Adam Lambert didn't win last night! Mark my words, Kris Allen will be a flash in the pan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5348190188399979095?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5348190188399979095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5348190188399979095' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5348190188399979095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5348190188399979095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/falsely-accused.html' title='Falsely Accused'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2090298467937145963</id><published>2009-05-13T09:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:58:41.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice from Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>New Blog Feature: Advice from Home with Michele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;From time to time, my mom sends me an email with bits of motherly advice. In the spirit of sharing this information, I've decided to start a new blog feature: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advice from Home with Michele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335299110184618514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgrKRekDChI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ZHFB8xjNu5g/s320/wwmd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is today's entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought this thing called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Furminator&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. You would not believe all the fur it gets off the animals and helps prevent shedding. It is addictive. I think I overdid Carmen a bit. You should get it for Dwayne; it is expensive but worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I would buy this based on the name alone. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/m2UBZ222UO77AC"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to watch a video of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FURminator&lt;/span&gt; in action. It reminds me of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flowbee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.flowbee.com/images/webmombot2flat%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is this woman thinking right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000JKM0LI/ref=cm_cmu_pg__header"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to order your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FURminator&lt;/span&gt; starting at just $16.79 from Amazon.com. My mom wages a constant war on pet hair (with 2 dogs and a cat at home), so if she's happy with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FURminator&lt;/span&gt; then most people probably will be too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's it for today's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Advice from Home with Michele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks, Mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2090298467937145963?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2090298467937145963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2090298467937145963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2090298467937145963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2090298467937145963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog-feature-advice-from-home-with.html' title='New Blog Feature: Advice from Home with Michele'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgrKRekDChI/AAAAAAAAA_M/ZHFB8xjNu5g/s72-c/wwmd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1316124472136602859</id><published>2009-05-10T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:43:33.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Get Away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgcgVb9siEI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3lFibNR5Lc4/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzMTQuanBn%3F%3D-713242"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgcgVb9siEI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3lFibNR5Lc4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzMTQuanBn%3F%3D-713242"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267836299511874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We are stuck behind this traffic disaster on the corner of Otis and Summer Sts in Downtown Crossing.  All traffic is blocked, and frankly, I think the driver is screwed.  Hopefully this clears up soon...&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1316124472136602859?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1316124472136602859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1316124472136602859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1316124472136602859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1316124472136602859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanna-get-away.html' title='Wanna Get Away?'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgcgVb9siEI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3lFibNR5Lc4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzMTQuanBn%3F%3D-713242' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-8682298011446437415</id><published>2009-05-06T12:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:15:32.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>An Ode to my Favorite Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweeter than a strawberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More fun than a plum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apples blush in your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without you, I'd be glum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easier to slice than a pineapple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey dew isn't as compellin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Classier than a cantaloupe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give it up for watermelon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744485929375938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgG22xm-WMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/UXjqbCxOxMg/s320/watermelon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-8682298011446437415?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8682298011446437415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=8682298011446437415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8682298011446437415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8682298011446437415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-my-favorite-fruit.html' title='An Ode to my Favorite Fruit'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgG22xm-WMI/AAAAAAAAA-0/UXjqbCxOxMg/s72-c/watermelon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7334297147396028920</id><published>2009-05-05T06:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:15:19.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Orlando Magic</title><content type='html'>My mom and I took a trip down to Orlando last Wednesday to play some golf and visit Disney World. The two of us visited about 10 years ago, so it was great to make a return trip with my mom! We managed to plan our flights from Boston and Hartford, so we'd arrive early Wednesday morning. On Wednesday afternoon, we sat by the pool for a bit and took some bikes around some trails that ran throughout our hotel's property and that evening we headed off to the Magic Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332403137479679522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgCAZrinniI/AAAAAAAAA9o/B3UjDRhI60g/s320/goofy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We were the only 2 people over 4 ft waiting to have our photo taken with Goofy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Thursday morning we woke up bright and early to play some golf, and later in the afternoon we headed over to EPCOT. EPCOT is my favorite Disney theme park, and we ended up spending about 8 hours exploring Future World and World Showcase. There was no line for &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/parks/epcot/attractions/spaceship-earth/"&gt;Spaceship Earth&lt;/a&gt; (really no lines in any of the parks), so we hopped on that ride first. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There have been a lot of changes to this ride since I was last on it; most notably, Walter Cronkite has been replaced by Dame Judi Dench as the narrator. I missed Walter Cronkite, but otherwise the ride was great. They take your picture at the beginning of the ride, only to insert your photos in a short cartoon that's played on the screen in your cart at the end of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a1f6b8051f55907" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a1f6b8051f55907%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330171323%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F3545B3DF7214568E189FB5849632A56020438F.762E1652BEF1D5855BA229C983411026B7F2A175%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a1f6b8051f55907%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiZZmjiFzuTmp3baKi_kRdtmI9W4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a1f6b8051f55907%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330171323%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F3545B3DF7214568E189FB5849632A56020438F.762E1652BEF1D5855BA229C983411026B7F2A175%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a1f6b8051f55907%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiZZmjiFzuTmp3baKi_kRdtmI9W4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The future looks like a scene from the Jetson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday morning we headed over to Animal Kingdom. I had never been there before, and really enjoyed all the attractions. Aside from &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/parks/animal-kingdom/attractions/expedition-everest/"&gt;Expedition Everest&lt;/a&gt;, my favorite activity was the &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/parks/animal-kingdom/attractions/kilimanjaro-safaris/"&gt;Kilimanjaro Safari&lt;/a&gt; tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332403816333731202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgCBBMeCZYI/AAAAAAAAA9w/DK6BTZnQAhc/s320/babyelephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We saw baby elephants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332403814680049330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgCBBGTxNrI/AAAAAAAAA94/vzrtQuwj6bY/s320/rhino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought this rhino was going to hop in the car with us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That evening we went to dinner in Downtown Disney and browsed in the shops afterwards. LEGO's were my favorite toy growing up and there's a store dedicated to all things LEGO there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332403821399736306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgCBBfV3f_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZcWTjUv5bpw/s320/lego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A history of LEGO people since the beginning. This was really awesome &amp;amp; I wanted to play with all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Over the next 2 days, we played golf a couple more times and made a return visit to EPCOT. On our final golf outing on Sunday, we learned that Tiger Woods shoots some commercials for Nike on a short par 3 that features an island green. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332404431627309778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgCBlAndUtI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ZZM0cpbXN3Q/s320/5th+hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hopefully Tiger didn't lose as many balls here as we did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a great trip, and it was so much fun to spend time with my mom and get out of the city for a few days! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7334297147396028920?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8a1f6b8051f55907&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7334297147396028920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7334297147396028920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7334297147396028920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7334297147396028920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/orlando-magic.html' title='Orlando Magic'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SgCAZrinniI/AAAAAAAAA9o/B3UjDRhI60g/s72-c/goofy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5608250583747799575</id><published>2009-04-28T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:22:21.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Prize</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfeBnUMVd0I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/mLEV93FXZwo/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTcuanBn%3F%3D-741149"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfeBnUMVd0I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/mLEV93FXZwo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTcuanBn%3F%3D-741149"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329871196451600194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Saw this guy on Dartmouth Street this afternoon.  His outfit brought me back to 5th grade when we had a week of themed outfits.  He would have won 1st prize on Clash Day, although I&amp;#39;m pretty sure he wouldn&amp;#39;t have found the prize as exciting as we did then ($5 gift certificate at the school store!)&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5608250583747799575?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5608250583747799575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5608250583747799575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5608250583747799575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5608250583747799575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-prize.html' title='First Prize'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfeBnUMVd0I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/mLEV93FXZwo/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTcuanBn%3F%3D-741149' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6526182634707444041</id><published>2009-04-28T09:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:07:23.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Let's See What's Behind Door No. 1</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that it's supposed to in the low 90's today, I wanted a light jacket to bring into the office in case the AC was cranked up to arctic levels. So, I walk over to the hall closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329740985297012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfcLMB14B3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/937L8hQEN9w/s320/shutdoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Open the door... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329740992257169282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfcLMbxTl4I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/GnZeB0XvXeI/s320/coats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARGH!  Closet fail.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I dropped an entire bottle of olive oil on the floor.  The immediate realization that it was going to be a major pain in the rear end to clean up was so depressing that I left the mess as it was for about an hour, just to regain my composure (although secretly hoping it would somehow take care of itself.)  In this case, I'm leaving tomorrow morning for Florida with my mom and I'm hoping that the coats, fleeces &amp;amp; parkas will have resumed their normal hanging positions by the time I have returned on Sunday.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6526182634707444041?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6526182634707444041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6526182634707444041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6526182634707444041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6526182634707444041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-see-whats-behind-door-no-1.html' title='Let&apos;s See What&apos;s Behind Door No. 1'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfcLMB14B3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/937L8hQEN9w/s72-c/shutdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-8065556087338586889</id><published>2009-04-25T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:01:48.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen in Kenmore Sq</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfNB_G4rETI/AAAAAAAAA9A/TlIZuWrKAL8/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTIuanBn%3F%3D-708061"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfNB_G4rETI/AAAAAAAAA9A/TlIZuWrKAL8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTIuanBn%3F%3D-708061"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328675336545308978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is awesome. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-8065556087338586889?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8065556087338586889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=8065556087338586889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8065556087338586889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8065556087338586889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/seen-in-kenmore-sq.html' title='Seen in Kenmore Sq'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfNB_G4rETI/AAAAAAAAA9A/TlIZuWrKAL8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTIuanBn%3F%3D-708061' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-3602680342070960830</id><published>2009-04-24T14:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:51:45.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after the race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race day'/><title type='text'>Boston Marathon Photos: Athletes' Village</title><content type='html'>A little over a year ago, I &lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/04/answering-natures-call-on-495-south.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; how many runners had to hop off the Boston Marathon buses to pee on the side of the highway. During this year's marathon, I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got around to using all of the film on the disposable camera I had with me last year. As promised, here's a photo of the scene: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328327931794457074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIGBfVmgfI/AAAAAAAAA8I/lG2pbguQmqg/s320/peeing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not sure if this photo was worth the wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some other photos of the pre and post marathon scenes, or lines, rather. Most of the day is spent thinking about getting to and from various lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328328767931309394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIGyKMKXVI/AAAAAAAAA8w/S1zcYB-hqDI/s320/inlineforbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here I am in line for one of the many school buses that will take us to Hopkinton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328328763855257138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIGx7AWvjI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NGVWQe11Qhk/s320/athletesvillage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The buses drop everyone off at the Atheletes' Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328328748613779266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIGxCOgP0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Dg_bUJ26ITo/s320/2008athleteshangingout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Runners hanging out before the race (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328328753326521394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIGxTyG_DI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CXoD723tT_Q/s320/portapottyline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I took this shot while waiting in line to use a porta potty. It was a LONG wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328330719764110818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIIjxVXXeI/AAAAAAAAA84/HQdRCeV9WJs/s320/hydrant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Post race, waiting for my mom to meet Nick &amp;amp; I at Family Meeting Area "P".  I was happy to lean on the hydrant for support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328328763933361394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIGx7S-hPI/AAAAAAAAA8o/jDIsEyus7oU/s320/afterracenickandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Posing for the disposable camera's last picture: My new friend, the fire hydrant, me, and Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-3602680342070960830?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3602680342070960830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=3602680342070960830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3602680342070960830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/3602680342070960830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/boston-marathon-photos-athletes-village.html' title='Boston Marathon Photos: Athletes&apos; Village'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIGBfVmgfI/AAAAAAAAA8I/lG2pbguQmqg/s72-c/peeing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1673521560686217274</id><published>2009-04-24T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:11:41.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Goldenstache is More Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIA3Ui_USI/AAAAAAAAA8A/JuZJiTpikfo/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTAuanBn%3F%3D-701413"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIA3Ui_USI/AAAAAAAAA8A/JuZJiTpikfo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTAuanBn%3F%3D-701413"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328322259540988194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have seen 3 or 4 of these taped up around PO Square the past couple of days- this one is taped to a building across the street from the IKON building on Milk St.  They&amp;#39;re all written on mailing labels.  I visited the site and it&amp;#39;s, Operation Clambake: undressing the Church of Scientology since 1996.  Has anyone else seen these around the city?&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1673521560686217274?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1673521560686217274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1673521560686217274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1673521560686217274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1673521560686217274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-goldenstache-is-more-fun.html' title='I Think Goldenstache is More Fun'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SfIA3Ui_USI/AAAAAAAAA8A/JuZJiTpikfo/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyOTAuanBn%3F%3D-701413' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-8718140725436640246</id><published>2009-04-22T15:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:15:57.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race day'/><title type='text'>Another Glamor Shot to Add to My Portfolio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marathonfoto.com/home.cfm?Language=en&amp;amp;BFI=ib55il2mgn&amp;amp;Frames=true&amp;amp;Flash=true&amp;amp;FlashVersion=8&amp;amp;Height=768&amp;amp;Width=1024&amp;amp;Index2Home=true"&gt;MarathonFoto&lt;/a&gt; takes your picture about 100 times before, during and after the Boston Marathon. Photos are posted to MarathonFoto's site &amp;amp; runners have the option of ordering prints and plaques commemorating their accomplishments. This is a good idea in theory, and they do a great job of capturing your race throughout the course; however, most of the shots serve as a reminder that it's hard to run 26.2 miles and look good at the same time. Sadly, the one below was taken &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the start on the race. I think I'll use this for our holiday card this year... Gah! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327608845947326850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se94BLzrUYI/AAAAAAAAA74/AKJgtYC68ts/s320/ugly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo from MarathonFoto.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They really only get worse from there... I think I'll pass on the $124.95 Collector Edition Plaque. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-8718140725436640246?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8718140725436640246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=8718140725436640246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8718140725436640246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8718140725436640246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-glamor-shot-to-add-to-my.html' title='Another Glamor Shot to Add to My Portfolio'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se94BLzrUYI/AAAAAAAAA74/AKJgtYC68ts/s72-c/ugly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5869147770467286551</id><published>2009-04-21T12:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:09:13.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Eye and Ear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after the race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race day'/><title type='text'>26.2 Miles Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After months of training, yesterday was finally race day! I woke up at 5:45 and made my way to Park Street Station where the &lt;a href="http://www.baa.org/default.asp"&gt;BAA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.baa.org/FAQs.asp"&gt;arranges for the school buses&lt;/a&gt; to bring us to the Runner's Village in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hopkinton&lt;/span&gt;. Once again, I was blown away by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BAA's&lt;/span&gt; organization and efficiency. By the time my bus arrived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hopkinton&lt;/span&gt; and I spent close to 20 minutes in line for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;porta&lt;/span&gt; potty, it was already time to check my bag and move to the starting line. Like cattle, runners are corralled by number and shuffled forward in an orderly manner until we cross the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My former company staffs volunteers at mile 5's water station, so I was greeted by several familiar face and friends. Two friends from my old department told me that there had a been a sign, but there was a small issue with it. I kind of forgot about that until this morning when they emailed me a photo of the sign and explanation as to what exactly went wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327196990616080546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se4BcDIzkKI/AAAAAAAAA7I/jtx0riiIEmc/s320/liberian.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a little known fact that my dad's side is from Western Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My favorite part of the course is mile 13 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wellsley&lt;/span&gt; College, where hundreds of girls are &lt;a href="http://www.wellesley.edu/PublicAffairs/Releases/2009/040909.html"&gt;screaming like crazy for everyone to give them a kiss&lt;/a&gt;. I saw signs that said, Kiss me, I'm Latina, and Kiss me, I'm Asian, as well as, Kiss me, I'm from Ohio. A guy looking to be in his 40's or so running directly in front of me took advantage of about 8 girls offering everything from a peck on the cheek to a wet one directly on the lips. He turned to his running buddy afterwards and said, "Now &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;was awesome!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was cruising along until mile 16 or so, until my legs started to feel like lead; however, I kept plugging along and &lt;a href="http://teameyeandear.com/2009/04/21/513/priselac_alicia/"&gt;crossed the finish line in 4:14:43&lt;/a&gt;. I felt so happy to finish; however, it was quite painful trying to remove my chip from my shoelaces. After two unsuccessful attempts to squat down and reach my sneaker, a helpful volunteer was able to assist me and give me my medal in exchange for the chip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we got back to my apartment, I saw Nick had a decorated the apartment with lots of signs congratulating me on my finish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327203518451944354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se4HYBOKC6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/GkJTnHUb8O0/s320/congratsbwds.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was taped opposite a mirror on our wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327203525078646882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se4HYZ6FgGI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Qvph5fTVAVI/s320/dustbunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taped to the coffee table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327203524511115682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se4HYXyxqaI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/NYnIAIoAdlg/s320/bunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recently, I have spent a lot of time soaking my feet in the tub, so this was taped to the shower curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327203529662583474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se4HYq--0rI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kYDVb4q6iB4/s320/naptime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taped to wall over our pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327203527915650594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se4HYkeeviI/AAAAAAAAA7w/HTc9hwfbAhQ/s320/load.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And taped to the toilet seat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks, Nick!  And thank you to my parents for coming up, cheering me on, and then taking us out to dinner last night!  Also, a huge thank you to everyone who donated to Team Eye and Ear!  Now, I'm going to relax for a while..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5869147770467286551?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5869147770467286551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5869147770467286551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5869147770467286551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5869147770467286551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/262-miles-later.html' title='26.2 Miles Later...'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Se4BcDIzkKI/AAAAAAAAA7I/jtx0riiIEmc/s72-c/liberian.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5675773922114447352</id><published>2009-04-17T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:47:24.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me See that (mara)Thong-tha-thong-thong-thong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_NnAk_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/d4M6sm0lngk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbnVtcGljay5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744285"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_NnAk_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/d4M6sm0lngk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbnVtcGljay5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744285"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325795717397124082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_SkRqmI/AAAAAAAAA6w/S3FtTx4ESqA/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYmFnLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-744987"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_SkRqmI/AAAAAAAAA6w/S3FtTx4ESqA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYmFnLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-744987"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325795718727838306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_QQKYzI/AAAAAAAAA64/6WYXoIvar5c/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FamFja2V0cy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-745812"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_QQKYzI/AAAAAAAAA64/6WYXoIvar5c/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FamFja2V0cy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-745812"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325795718106604338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_v5jsmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/VgCUACmQOHE/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWFyYXRob25nLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-746362"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_v5jsmI/AAAAAAAAA7A/VgCUACmQOHE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWFyYXRob25nLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-746362"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325795726601728610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Boston Marathon Running Expo (I think) is the world&amp;#39;s largest.  There&amp;#39;s so much to look at, that I get overwhelmed and don&amp;#39;t spend too much time exploring the vendors.  It&amp;#39;s the same feeling I get in IKEA.  Also, much like IKEA, it took me a little while to find the exit.  Here are some photos I took; you can find everything here...  Even a &amp;quot;marathong.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5675773922114447352?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5675773922114447352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5675773922114447352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5675773922114447352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5675773922114447352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-see-that-marathong-tha-thong.html' title='Let Me See that (mara)Thong-tha-thong-thong-thong'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SekG_NnAk_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/d4M6sm0lngk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbnVtcGljay5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744285' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6064739062232006813</id><published>2009-04-17T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:23:05.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Work for Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Seis6f-ycbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/kwM01hEfUes/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzMuanBn%3F%3D-785012"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Seis6f-ycbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/kwM01hEfUes/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzMuanBn%3F%3D-785012"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325696680382853554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;m at Park St waiting to meet up with some BU students that I&amp;#39;m assisting with a project, and I see a polar bear before I see them.  He&amp;#39;s walking with a woman holding a sign that says, Will Work for Fish.  There&amp;#39;re definitely no shortage of characters on the Common.  I also see a lot of tall, lean people with Boston tour books and/or running gear.  I bet the out-of-towners didn&amp;#39;t expect to see bears in Boston. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6064739062232006813?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6064739062232006813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6064739062232006813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6064739062232006813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6064739062232006813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-work-for-fish.html' title='Will Work for Fish'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Seis6f-ycbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/kwM01hEfUes/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzMuanBn%3F%3D-785012' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-848202934496132657</id><published>2009-04-17T10:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:14:19.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race day'/><title type='text'>Bib Number Update- Corrected From Last Post</title><content type='html'>Whoops! So, my correct bib number is 25654 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not 25645) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you to &lt;a href="http://wljcr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bill&lt;/a&gt; (my esteemed teammate) for pointing that out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baa.org/BostonMarathon/Att-Athlete-Alert.asp"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to set up the AT&amp;amp;T Athlete Alert on your phone! If you're looking for a particular person, you can search the &lt;a href="http://baa.org/2009/cf/Public/EntryLists.cfm"&gt;registered athlete database&lt;/a&gt;. I searched 06033 and see there are 9 others from my hometown that are also registered! Go Glastonbury, CT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-848202934496132657?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/848202934496132657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=848202934496132657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/848202934496132657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/848202934496132657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/bib-number-update-corrected-from-last.html' title='Bib Number Update- Corrected From Last Post'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-2304710890598610940</id><published>2009-04-16T09:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:50:43.700-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Bend Me, Shape Me, Anyway You Want Me</title><content type='html'>Marathon Monday &lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/plea-to-mother-nature.html"&gt;weather&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-karaoke.html"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt; continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325276918890835506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SecvJKkTLjI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/dvFWc6LBzoE/s320/weather.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Raindrops are back in the picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, if you're going to be keeping an eye out for a particular athlete, you can sign up to receive text or email updates via the &lt;a href="http://baa.org/BostonMarathon/Att-Athlete-Alert.asp"&gt;AT&amp;amp;T Athlete Alert&lt;/a&gt;. If you want to follow me, please do! I'm bib 25654. (My bib number helps put into perspective just how many entrants there are, not even including the bandits.) Wow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This post's title is a line from the American Breed's 1968 song, "Bend Me, Shape Me." I started singing "Track me, follow me, anyway you want to" after reading about the different ways you can track runners via the AT&amp;amp;T Alert... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-2304710890598610940?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2304710890598610940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=2304710890598610940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2304710890598610940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/2304710890598610940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/bend-me-shape-me-anyway-you-want-me.html' title='Bend Me, Shape Me, Anyway You Want Me'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SecvJKkTLjI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/dvFWc6LBzoE/s72-c/weather.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-9136752469099474873</id><published>2009-04-15T13:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:30:06.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Weather &amp; Karaoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, things are looking a bit improved from &lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/plea-to-mother-nature.html"&gt;yesterday's forecast&lt;/a&gt; for Marathon Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324976420928994418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeYd14bNvHI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kbHP8oEAoEg/s320/weather.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At least the raindrops have been edited out of the clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, unrelated to Monday's weather forecast, I was thinking the other day that my next 3 karaoke song selections will be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Under My Thumb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Squeezebox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Big Man on Mulberry Street (I've tried singing this one before, but it's never in the song selection books...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to sing karaoke, we even went for my bachelorette party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324984730569273746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeYlZkP18ZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/k4xe_7BKhQ4/s320/bachkaraoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once in a while, I like to relive my crazy days as a single lady &amp;amp; wear my hottie whistle &amp;amp; sash around town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite the fact that I love to sing karaoke, I am a TERRIBLE singer.  I've been practicing each of the above-mentioned songs on Dwayne though, but my singing is so poor that even he goes running for the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324982792986985618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeYjoyMOhJI/AAAAAAAAA6I/JbDdxCatoy0/s320/lazysusan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seeking refuge in the Lazy Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-9136752469099474873?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/9136752469099474873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=9136752469099474873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/9136752469099474873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/9136752469099474873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-karaoke.html' title='Weather &amp;amp; Karaoke'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeYd14bNvHI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kbHP8oEAoEg/s72-c/weather.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-6736761619246562419</id><published>2009-04-14T11:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:29:20.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>A Plea to Mother Nature!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeSqE3Z4OdI/AAAAAAAAA50/Et67qMooEAs/s1600-h/weather.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324567660027460050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeSqE3Z4OdI/AAAAAAAAA50/Et67qMooEAs/s320/weather.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't rain on Marathon Monday! I'll take 30 degree weather over wet sneakers, socks, and stomping through puddles. Also, I am extremely clumsy and there's a 95% chance I'll slip and break an ankle if the ground is slick. If it does rain, keep an eye out for entrant 25654 sprawled across the pavement and someone shouting, "&lt;a href="http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheJimmy.htm"&gt;Alicia's down&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-6736761619246562419?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6736761619246562419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=6736761619246562419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6736761619246562419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/6736761619246562419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/plea-to-mother-nature.html' title='A Plea to Mother Nature!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeSqE3Z4OdI/AAAAAAAAA50/Et67qMooEAs/s72-c/weather.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-879149487249915347</id><published>2009-04-13T14:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:54:07.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downtown Crossing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>Deal or No Deal?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just received an email from &lt;a href="http://www.ivyrestaurantgroup.com/"&gt;Ivy Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; announcing a Pre-Marathon Carbo Load special.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Sunday, April 19, Executive Chef Mark Cina is serving up bottomless bowls of spaghetti and meatballs for just $16.&lt;br /&gt;Throw in a bottle of wine from our flat-priced $26 wine list and you've got yourself a complete meal for less than the cost of new running shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Normally, I don't pay much attention to these offers, but I don't really see what the "deal" is.  $16 is a lot of money for spaghetti and meatballs, even if you eat 2 bowls.  Ivy's food is very good, but for bottomless pasta specials try "Pasta Mondays" at &lt;a href="http://www.cafeportobelloonline.com/"&gt;Cafe Porto Bello&lt;/a&gt; in Southie.  For $9.95, you get soup, salad &amp;amp; bottomless pasta.  Their food is excellent and the wine by the glass is usually filled to the brim.  Mangia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-879149487249915347?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/879149487249915347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=879149487249915347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/879149487249915347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/879149487249915347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal or No Deal?!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7258059282246124116</id><published>2009-04-13T09:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:04:17.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Eye and Ear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>My Television Debut! (Not Counting the Time I was on the Jumbotron at Conte Forum)</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday, fellow &lt;a href="http://teameyeandear.com/"&gt;Team Eye &amp;amp; Ear&lt;/a&gt; member &lt;a href="http://www.masseyeandear.org/find-a-physician/details?physician_id=941182&amp;amp;return_url=%2ffind-a-physician%2fresults%3flastname%3d%26firstname%3d%26specialty%255fid%3d"&gt;Dr. Dean Cestari&lt;/a&gt; (check out his inspirational fundraising page for HONORS &lt;a href="http://teameyeandear.com/meet-the-team/honors-marathon-team/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and I met with WBZ-TV's reporter, &lt;a href="http://wbztv.com/bios/peg.rusconi.wbztv.9.566652.html"&gt;Peg Rusconi&lt;/a&gt; to discuss running and caffeine. Peg and her cameraman were very nice and asked us a bunch of questions related to whether or not we drink coffee (or other caffeinated beverages) while training. I had never been interviewed for television before, and was definitely not used to being filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172175324267410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeNCYoE4w5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/bR4FZ-QKVcA/s320/pegandi.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peg &amp;amp; I smiling despite the fact that it was about 30 degrees outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peg wanted to get some shots of us drinking coffee, and it was hard for me to keep a straight face while sipping from the cup and sort of staring into the distance while the cameraman was about 1 foot to my left. He had to gently remind me a couple of times to "just look straight ahead" because I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye while drinking... &lt;/p&gt;You can view the video here: &lt;a title="http://wbztv.com/video/?id=" href="http://wbztv.com/video/?id=75212@wbz.dayport.com"&gt;http://wbztv.com/video/?id=75212@wbz.dayport.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Team Eye &amp;amp; Ear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7258059282246124116?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7258059282246124116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7258059282246124116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7258059282246124116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7258059282246124116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-television-debut-not-counting-time-i.html' title='My Television Debut! (Not Counting the Time I was on the Jumbotron at Conte Forum)'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SeNCYoE4w5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/bR4FZ-QKVcA/s72-c/pegandi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-8391256119963849092</id><published>2009-04-10T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:26:57.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Or else Pizza is gonna send out for you!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sd-BYmNlWEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RztOkGVIx64/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjcuanBn%3F%3D-717952"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sd-BYmNlWEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RztOkGVIx64/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjcuanBn%3F%3D-717952"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323115544149579842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was walking down East Broadway on my way to the T and thinking about how sunny days like today remind me how much I enjoy living in the city.  Birds were chirping, moms were pushing their babies in strollers and toilets were on display.  In a cruel twist of fate, these people had been dumped on by a toliet.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-8391256119963849092?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8391256119963849092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=8391256119963849092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8391256119963849092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/8391256119963849092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/or-else-pizza-is-gonna-send-out-for-you.html' title='&quot;Or else Pizza is gonna send out for you!&quot;'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sd-BYmNlWEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RztOkGVIx64/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjcuanBn%3F%3D-717952' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-755233410952460373</id><published>2009-04-08T15:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:04:02.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>Opening Day in Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sd0AILnrEdI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8MQ8mDl7zSs/s1600-h/pregame.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322410475179938258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sd0AILnrEdI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8MQ8mDl7zSs/s320/pregame.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yawkey Way pregame crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sdz_ADI5aWI/AAAAAAAAA5M/zdCOmIOf9nQ/s1600-h/openingday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322409235952789858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sdz_ADI5aWI/AAAAAAAAA5M/zdCOmIOf9nQ/s320/openingday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Welcome to Opening Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322409228655146162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sdz-_n9ANLI/AAAAAAAAA40/FcmW_8AoqTQ/s320/beforegame.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Relaxing before the game started &amp;amp; it was still sort of a pleasant temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322409229460335794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sdz-_q8-bLI/AAAAAAAAA4s/D63hP3RUdGU/s320/baseballgame.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As we got closer to 4:05, the winds picked up and we added more layers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322409233414266242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sdz-_5rqnYI/AAAAAAAAA48/gwvIHnnBJsw/s320/cold.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Layers + beer = warming strategy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sdz-_0PJ-ZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/oDb5uGD4M0g/s1600-h/jacks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322409231952509330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sdz-_0PJ-ZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/oDb5uGD4M0g/s320/jacks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The guy next to us started doing jumping jacks... then he asked us for our leftover pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A friend of ours couldn't make the game, so we were the lucky ticket recipients!  These seats on the Bud Deck were awesome; you get a $50 food credit with them, so we splurged on an entire pizza.  When the pizza arrived, Nick used the heat emanating from the hot pie to warm his hands for a bit before chowing down.  The fact that the Sox won, we got to see Beckett pitch, Pedroia and Tek hit homeruns and Papelbon save combined with being at Fenway on Opening Day was very cool.  The only downside was the weather, which was also very cool; however, that's a small price to pay for such an awesome experience.  Go Sox! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-755233410952460373?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/755233410952460373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=755233410952460373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/755233410952460373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/755233410952460373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/opening-day-in-photos.html' title='Opening Day in Photos'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/Sd0AILnrEdI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8MQ8mDl7zSs/s72-c/pregame.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1532950059183838679</id><published>2009-04-06T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:30:01.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Impulse Buy that I Actually Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SdqCad_zqMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/EIvaCbRiuyU/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNTIuanBn%3F%3D-701038"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SdqCad_zqMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/EIvaCbRiuyU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNTIuanBn%3F%3D-701038"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321709300932126914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The &amp;quot;Onion Saver&amp;quot; was an impulse buy at the Stop &amp;amp; Shop in South Bay, and I&amp;#39;m glad I didn&amp;#39;t talk myself out of it in the produce aisle.  This thing does actually keep odors contained and the onion fresh.  Plus, it&amp;#39;s kind of a fun addition to our crisper.  &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1532950059183838679?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1532950059183838679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1532950059183838679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1532950059183838679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1532950059183838679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/impulse-buy-that-i-actually-use.html' title='An Impulse Buy that I Actually Use'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SdqCad_zqMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/EIvaCbRiuyU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNTIuanBn%3F%3D-701038' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-5080857358315298725</id><published>2009-04-06T11:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:01:31.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Eye and Ear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donation update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fundraising'/><title type='text'>A Fundraising Success!</title><content type='html'>This post is a little late; however, I wanted to have the final tally to report before posting on the &lt;a href="http://got2fundraise.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-joke-april-fools-day-fundraising.html"&gt;April Fool's fundraiser&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks to everyone's donations, $429.54 will be donated to &lt;a href="http://www.masseyeandear.org/"&gt;Mass Eye and Ear&lt;/a&gt;!  That's fantastic, and I'm so thankful for everyone who came out to support MEEI and &lt;a href="http://teameyeandear.com/"&gt;Team Eye and Ear&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to thank Laura at &lt;a href="http://mantrarestaurant.com/"&gt;Mantra&lt;/a&gt; for helping to organize the event.  She and the Mantra staff really went out of their way to make sure the evening was a success, and I'll definitely recommend them in the future.  I'd also like to thank Kathleen at &lt;a href="http://www.downtowncrossing.org/index.php"&gt;Downtown Crossing Partnership&lt;/a&gt; for putting me in touch with Laura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and congratulations to Penny for winning the &lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminder-fundraiser-on-april-1st-win.html"&gt;Dustin Pedroia photo&lt;/a&gt;!  Penny and my mom came up from Connecticut for the event and even worked at the check-in table.  I'm glad that she was able to take the photo home with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-5080857358315298725?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5080857358315298725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=5080857358315298725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5080857358315298725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/5080857358315298725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/fundraising-success.html' title='A Fundraising Success!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1000542367857580685</id><published>2009-03-31T14:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:10:48.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston.com'/><title type='text'>Mormons Not Buying Tickets for the Soul Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While perusing Boston.com's slide show on "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/gallery/3_31_09_american_idol/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life After Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" I couldn't help but notice the ad that appeared next to Taylor Hicks' slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319428853313600034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SdJoW8m4eiI/AAAAAAAAA4c/xszuUefa7No/s400/taylorhicks.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looks like the Mormons &amp;amp; Simon Cowell are in agreement on this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Updated to add, the text in the box says: "why does God allow these tragedies to happen?"**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since the photo in the ad seems to be missing, I can only assume that the Mormon's are referring to Taylor Hicks' vocal talents. Which, if you've heard him sing, can only be described as "tragic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1000542367857580685?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1000542367857580685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1000542367857580685' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1000542367857580685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1000542367857580685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/mormons-not-buying-tickets-for-soul.html' title='Mormons Not Buying Tickets for the Soul Patrol'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SdJoW8m4eiI/AAAAAAAAA4c/xszuUefa7No/s72-c/taylorhicks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7709241273232894948</id><published>2009-03-26T15:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:50:24.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fundraising'/><title type='text'>Reminder- Fundraiser on April 1st!  Win an autographed Pedroia photo!</title><content type='html'>Just a friendly reminder that my Boston Marathon charity fundraiser for Mass Eye &amp;amp; Ear is next Wednesday, April 1st at Mantra. Please visit: &lt;a href="http://www.got2fundraise.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.got2fundraise.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for details, or click on the link to the right. Tickets are $25, include food &amp;amp; 1 drink and can be purchased at the door, or via Paypal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I will be raffling off a signed &amp;amp; framed 16x20 Dustin Pedroia photo taken during Game 1 of the 2007 World Series! It's a great shot of him hitting a homerun! Raffle tickets are $10 each or 3 for $20.  Hope to see you there!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317585210144580834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/ScvbkymJ5OI/AAAAAAAAA4M/pSOmuvazsAQ/s400/Pedroia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This would look great in your family room or office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7709241273232894948?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7709241273232894948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7709241273232894948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7709241273232894948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7709241273232894948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminder-fundraiser-on-april-1st-win.html' title='Reminder- Fundraiser on April 1st!  Win an autographed Pedroia photo!'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/ScvbkymJ5OI/AAAAAAAAA4M/pSOmuvazsAQ/s72-c/Pedroia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1067316175624934126</id><published>2009-03-26T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:35:28.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='librarian thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Case of the Missing Stapler</title><content type='html'>I sit across from a group copier/scanner/printer combo, FAX machine &amp;amp; high capacity stapler area. These machines are often on the fritz and due to my proximity to these clunkers, I'd say 70% of my work day conversations are related to them. Most of the time, people just want me to acknowledge their frustration. Someone will walk up to the printer, realize their documents weren't printed, and sigh loudly enough for me to look up from my computer. We'll make eye contact and I'll shrug my shoulders and smile, but quickly turn back to my screen lest the person ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, I don't mind helping people out, but I can't troubleshoot the printer. I worked at BC's library in college and could never even remember how to replace the ink cartridge, much less assist someone today with why their documents aren't being stapled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only piece of equipment I fear more than the printer is the microfilm machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317484809460119554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/ScuAQs5n-AI/AAAAAAAAA4E/YkC9u-xDtOM/s320/Solar%2520Universal%2520cased.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The first question I asked the Senior Reference Desk supervisor at Simmons when I worked there was, "Do we get a lot of microfilm questions, because I can't for the life of me load the film correctly. "  He assured me we didn't, but I would get a question at least once a week and was thus motivated to become a corporate librarian where microfilm machines are not usually present.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I got asked about the stapler.  Having no aversion to trouble-shooting the stapler, I listened as this person told me that it's been empty for quite some time now, but we lacked the correct staples to load back into the stapler.  This morning, he came by to tell me that he'd received notification that the staples had arrived, but now the stapler was missing.  He walked away in frustration, and a few minutes later I saw someone stop by the work area long enough to drop off the missing stapler.  A few more minutes go by and a third person comes by and takes the stapler again; however, in between the stapler being replaced and taken again I notified the guy who sits next to the original requester to let him know that stapler was back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why is the stapler constantly being removed?  Is someone purposely trying to frustrate this one guy?  Will he resort to using a large binder clip?  Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1067316175624934126?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1067316175624934126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1067316175624934126' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1067316175624934126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1067316175624934126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/case-of-missing-stapler.html' title='The Case of the Missing Stapler'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/ScuAQs5n-AI/AAAAAAAAA4E/YkC9u-xDtOM/s72-c/Solar%2520Universal%2520cased.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-1949151329251531332</id><published>2009-03-25T12:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:49:31.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random update'/><title type='text'>Brown Bag Economics</title><content type='html'>Back in December, I &lt;a href="http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/12/lunch-grade-school-style.html"&gt;wrote&lt;/a&gt; about how my New Year's Resolution was to bring my lunch at least 3 days a week. I'm happy to report that I've successfully kept that resolution since then. Usually I make our lunches at night while I'm making dinner and waiting for other things to cook; otherwise, I'm less inclined to put something together in the morning before I leave for work. Also, the lunches are nothing to write home about; usually, I have PB&amp;amp;J or leftovers, like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317167647738113074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/ScpfzdahLDI/AAAAAAAAA38/JgexuWcLGFE/s320/lunch.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leftover linguine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hopefully I'll stay diligent through the summer months...  I think I get lazier when I'm not training for the marathon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-1949151329251531332?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1949151329251531332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=1949151329251531332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1949151329251531332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/1949151329251531332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/brown-bag-economics.html' title='Brown Bag Economics'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/ScpfzdahLDI/AAAAAAAAA38/JgexuWcLGFE/s72-c/lunch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614450973317251020.post-7092334156585274555</id><published>2009-03-24T11:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:58:01.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='librarian thoughts'/><title type='text'>Job Perks</title><content type='html'>Opening the library's mail, although not a job for the weak at heart (paper cuts are a constant hazard), is not without its perks. For example, I am first in line to receive any promotional freebies our vendors deem fit to send us. The top of my filing cabinet proudly displays a deck of cards, a paper football set with goalpost &amp;amp; and one of those test-your-IQ triangles with the pegs. Today's freebie was from Money magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316783598716861218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SckCg3UkOyI/AAAAAAAAA30/3uS8Op5QCYw/s320/2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the gift that keeps on giving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316783590880375778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SckCgaIM8-I/AAAAAAAAA3s/5LEThYg-_ng/s320/2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614450973317251020-7092334156585274555?l=got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7092334156585274555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614450973317251020&amp;postID=7092334156585274555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7092334156585274555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614450973317251020/posts/default/7092334156585274555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://got2trotlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-perks.html' title='Job Perks'/><author><name>Got 2 Trot Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716848943540926912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/R4pGoj3D0ZI/AAAAAAAAACA/7QgBwLc5IeE/S220/IMG_2341.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BssFTXia0Zw/SckCg3UkOyI/AAAAAAAAA30/3uS8Op5QCYw/s72-c/2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
