<?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-1668908422449355722</id><updated>2011-10-10T17:26:53.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Got the Gift of Gab</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-5720526464711046744</id><published>2009-02-09T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:32:56.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job Well Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDLDIL3qBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qy1d43zpyYk/s1600-h/n819339764_1282557_117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDLDIL3qBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qy1d43zpyYk/s320/n819339764_1282557_117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300960016012388370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoRGniPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PP6axbQDm88/s1600-h/n510546922_1867337_6407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoRGniPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PP6axbQDm88/s320/n510546922_1867337_6407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300959554549811442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoQjLx9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wQbulFucEeg/s1600-h/n819339764_1282562_3089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoQjLx9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wQbulFucEeg/s320/n819339764_1282562_3089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300959554401191890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoFnIUeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_TTWOaRTXkQ/s1600-h/n511334625_1236182_2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoFnIUeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_TTWOaRTXkQ/s320/n511334625_1236182_2091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300959551464952290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoMZq5xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PYaeXrhl0kY/s1600-h/n511334625_1236179_1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoMZq5xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PYaeXrhl0kY/s320/n511334625_1236179_1129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300959553287546642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoKOC_1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/eZImkYYiE28/s1600-h/P2070135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDKoKOC_1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/eZImkYYiE28/s320/P2070135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300959552701923154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was my dance performance! It was the best time I've had in a long time. I love seeing people enjoying themselves, and here are a few photos I'd like to share with you. In the last picture I am on the far left shaking to "Closer" by Neyo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-5720526464711046744?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/5720526464711046744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=5720526464711046744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/5720526464711046744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/5720526464711046744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2009/02/job-well-done.html' title='A Job Well Done'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SZDLDIL3qBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qy1d43zpyYk/s72-c/n819339764_1282557_117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-6611814281621613376</id><published>2009-02-03T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:05:15.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Close and Personal</title><content type='html'>The wonderful Jessica from Happy Girls are the Prettiest Girls tagged me on her post today. I thought the idea of finding fun things about yourself to post was great! I learnt a lot about her, and I hope everyone can learn something about ME! Here we go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My favourite flowers are lilies, white lilie&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s to be exact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYjTxqusY1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/mg8thPUwfSs/s320/P1260119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298717811838575442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I love working with children because they have such a zest for life it's unreal. I think people can learn a lot from spending time with little ones. I h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ave done my part volunteering in a daycare back in highschool. I also did some work in the pediatric ward at our city hospital. Currently I mentor a child through the Big Brother Big Sister Organization. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm a fairly green person, I can get jealous easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm not a big fan of crowds and large groups. I actually prefer intimate dinner parties opposed to a massive house party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I LOVE sushi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. This brings me to my next point, I love trying new things. I'll try anything once especially cultural foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My favourite movie is Dumb and Dumber. Yes, it's a pretty tacky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movie but I laugh every time at this part!! &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=MX3lnXPJd_o"&gt;Cue leg slapping, gut busting laughter. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I cannot sleep with socks on. It's impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I prefer rainy days to sunny ones. I know this sounds a little morbid but it's actually very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; beautiful when it rains here. I like anything associated to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comfort, so curling up with a good book and watching the rain fall is bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. My favourite scent is vanilla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I'm a big chicken and I think I'm scared of almost everyt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hing: loud noises, the dark, small spaces, bugs (SPIDERS), rodents, and fish. I'm just easily spooked hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I enjoy waking up on Sundays and having waffles in bed while reading &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"&gt;Post Secret.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I believe an individuals zodiac sign reflects a lot about their personality. For example, I fit my sign to a tee and I'm a virgo. I like to read up on different signs and I've found that most of my close friends are of the the signs that best get along with Virgos. Best matches for Virgos include: Taurus, Cancer and Capricorn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Family is very important to me.  Here is a nice shot of my little cousin and I at our Grandma's 75th birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYjbHgwR72I/AAAAAAAAAF8/2Fnb_04iKfg/s200/n507061372_244686_8612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298725883699392354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I love road trips and I prefer them to flying. There's nothing like traveling with the windows down and the music blasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. In the summer I love to go camping. This sort of ties my last point together with this one. This past summer a few of my friends and I drove 4 hours t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o a gorgeous camp ground. We spent the evening barbecuing, swimming and drinking by the fire. Here are some photos of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYjSlA-gsqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cE4X5RPFANU/s320/002_0A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716494960571042" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYjRqd45gTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wCpqZemOew4/s320/010_8A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298715489109377330" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Oprah has been one of my idols for years. I try to watch her television show everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYjVqIyu8LI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UrLv7SLKYEo/s320/n507061372_529138_1357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298719881492885682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I respect her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I have played the violin for 8 years and I go to private lessons once a week. I believe that playing the violin is really therapeutic for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I have always wanted to travel to Australia. When I was little I had a penpal from Melbourne and we'd send gift packages to each other filled with things from our country. We had a lot of fun writing about our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. My mom is my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I'm very organized and I love routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. My drink of choice would definitely have to be a margarita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. My dog Molly has got to be the highlight of my days. She is so adorable and we adopted her when I was 10. Here she is around Christmas in my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYjZVTRMc8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8-iV_cq27nI/s200/PC200102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298723921574261698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-6611814281621613376?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/6611814281621613376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=6611814281621613376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/6611814281621613376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/6611814281621613376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-close-and-personal.html' title='Up Close and Personal'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYjTxqusY1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/mg8thPUwfSs/s72-c/P1260119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-303714132840934814</id><published>2009-02-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:33:52.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled?</title><content type='html'>I had a hard time sleeping last night as I was replaying moments from my date over in my head. This made it hard for me to wake up early this morning. Also, I was having a morning chat with said boy. Therefore I was a sip of coffee short, running out the door. As I scrammbled to class I spotted a notice on the door stating Statistics was cancelled. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a cozy corner and I'm looking out the window in a basement computer lab, contemplating getting another coffee. I'm contemplating because this would involve moving and I'm quite comfortable here. After class I have mentoring today. Mondays are pretty crazy for me because I go to an elementary school and I work with a little girl for an hour. We read stories and such in hopes to help her with the problems she's dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is YOUR busiest day of the week? What does it entail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-303714132840934814?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/303714132840934814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=303714132840934814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/303714132840934814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/303714132840934814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2009/02/cancelled.html' title='Cancelled?'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-7309334439187219389</id><published>2009-01-31T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:25:22.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Lovely Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYTrgFAAIjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gS4ztWcHF48/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYTrgFAAIjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gS4ztWcHF48/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297617998025073202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely been a long week! As the week comes to an end I'm smiling for many reasons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://ramblingdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ces't What&lt;/a&gt; is back in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I get to sleep in tomorrow morning! This will be the first time in days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Tonight is date night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of dates. Before Christmas I was thrown back into the "dating/seeing eachother/hanging out" scene. The only way I can describe what I feel when I'm with this new guy is home. He honestly is unbelievably comfortable to be around. It's just hard because I don't know what he wants to classify us as. I get soo highschool with these things but men are very hard to understand. We had our first kiss together the other weekend and then we didn't talk for two weeks... life gets busy and we're finally hanging out to watch some episodes of Lost! I'm looking forward to a relaxing night at his apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether you're staying in, or venturing out on the town; be safe and have a lovely weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-7309334439187219389?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/7309334439187219389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=7309334439187219389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/7309334439187219389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/7309334439187219389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-lovely-weekend.html' title='Have a Lovely Weekend'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SYTrgFAAIjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gS4ztWcHF48/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-2349525475637181505</id><published>2009-01-21T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:12:33.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake Your Pom Pom</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so pumped right now! I haven't mentioned much about one of the clubs that I'm involved in. This year I joined a cultural club at my university. My father is from the Caribbean and I really wanted to embrace that part of me. The members have been working toward putting on their biggest event of the year which offers dinner and entertainment. With only a few weeks to go we have been practicing dances, rehearsing plays, memorizing speeches and organizing the venue. I am involved in the hip hop and reggae dances. We will be dancing to  mix of old school Aaliyah, Beyonce and Missy Elliot to name a few. Being apart of this event has given me something to look forward to and I love that I've met so many different people through it all. Dancing on a stage in front of a mass crowds isn't exactly in my character, but 2009 is a year that I feel comfortable with change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I joined girls in the club and we went shopping for our costumes. I won't say too much because they look super cute. The hip hop t-shirt we picked out is white with a neon design on the front and we are going to wear black tights with it. I will make sure to post some pictures fo sho! ;) I'd love to hear what some of your favourite songs are to get down to!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go on and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=Xq6KvGQ2ifs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;shake your pom pom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-2349525475637181505?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/2349525475637181505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=2349525475637181505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/2349525475637181505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/2349525475637181505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2009/01/shake-your-pom-pom.html' title='Shake Your Pom Pom'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-5364775016721270250</id><published>2009-01-14T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:36:49.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of Snowmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SW5h9C-iaoI/AAAAAAAAADs/224As-dM4jQ/s1600-h/snowman_lake_369a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SW5h9C-iaoI/AAAAAAAAADs/224As-dM4jQ/s200/snowman_lake_369a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291274313605999234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SW5h79p1sjI/AAAAAAAAADk/BeAkAGEmSiA/s1600-h/pashmina3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SW5h79p1sjI/AAAAAAAAADk/BeAkAGEmSiA/s200/pashmina3_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291274294997135922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm officially frozen like a cube. Living in the Northern region of Canada reached a new low today at -40'c! People, people....skin can literally freeze in under five minutes in these conditions! Today everything felt cold I was cold getting to the university, shivering through my classes, cold driving home, and still cold snuggled underneath some blankets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one, a good friend of mine came into class late with rosy cheeks. I asked him if it was cold enough for him and he laughed saying that his truck door wouldn't shut completely on the ride over. He was shifting gears, steering, and trying to keep his door closed. I had to laugh because this was one of many stories I had over heard today. WINTER BLOWS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two, the line at my favourite campus coffee shop looped around twice. Dang. Cold=stress=a cup of steaming tea. It's just a natural instinct here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three, it's hard to look very fashionable in the land of snowmen. Who's ever seen ultra thick socks, headbands, and chapped lips take over the runway. One thing that I usually add to every outfit is a pashmina. My friends, this acessory has taken on new heights for me these last couple days. The pashmina can be transformed into a blanket, shawl, scarf, or if you must...wrap the scarf around your head to keep your ears toasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck as I conquer the winds outside. I'm going out for dinner and to a play with my mom tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-5364775016721270250?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/5364775016721270250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=5364775016721270250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/5364775016721270250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/5364775016721270250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2009/01/land-of-snowmen.html' title='The Land of Snowmen'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SW5h9C-iaoI/AAAAAAAAADs/224As-dM4jQ/s72-c/snowman_lake_369a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-7497619565130235891</id><published>2009-01-11T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:39:10.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Life Gives You Lemons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWosU51Y7iI/AAAAAAAAACc/yRTCstKkefE/s1600-h/lemonadeaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWosU51Y7iI/AAAAAAAAACc/yRTCstKkefE/s200/lemonadeaward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290089449933827618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When life gives you lemons, make lemonade! I am thrilled to have been nominated for The Lemonade Award by my most favourite blogger, &lt;a href="http://ramblingdiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;C'est What??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks girlfriend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to pay it forward to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://work-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Working Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misscouturable.com/"&gt;Miss Couturable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://seaofshoes.typepad.com/sea_of_shoes"&gt;Sea of Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohhowlovely.net/"&gt;Oh! How Lovely!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shamelesslysassy.com/"&gt;Shamelessly Sassy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessicarae86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happy Girls are the Prettiest Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rules:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Thank the person who gave you this award by linking their blog to this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Put the logo on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Nominate 10 blogs which show great attitude/gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Link your nominees to your post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Comment them to tell them about the award they've won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful way to begin a new week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-7497619565130235891?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/7497619565130235891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=7497619565130235891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/7497619565130235891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/7497619565130235891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-life-gives-your-lemons.html' title='When Life Gives You Lemons...'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWosU51Y7iI/AAAAAAAAACc/yRTCstKkefE/s72-c/lemonadeaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-1425248345387670604</id><published>2009-01-08T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:45:08.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou Baby It's a Wild World</title><content type='html'>Hello 2009! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited as I write this post because as you can see, my lack of blogging is apparent. This is going to change in the year to come. As the first week of the new year has passed, I am comfortable getting adjusted to my new routine. A new school schedule threw me through a loop. Mix three parts work, 1/2 cup of volunteering, 1/2 cup of dance practice, and a teaspoon of the gym= recipe for disaster. I feel like I have every aspect of my life under control for once, and I stress control because that is something I like to have a hold on. Shall we talk resolutions ladies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Year Resolutions '09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I will try my hardest to not be so uptight. Indeed, I'm the type of person that likes to have things "just so". At times, this mode of thinking can be draining. I will bask in the glow of leaving things to fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Exercise, Hydrate...repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Learn to budget incoming money instead of paying off credit card charges racked up from of all places, EBAY! Yes I'm an Ebay-aholic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Keep up with homework, assignments, reading(Twilight books = best holiday present) and blogging. Each of these tasks makes me feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Practice the violin more. I have been playing for 7 years and I always put it on the back burner. Instead I often use my free time to watch marathons of HGTV, and even the Food Network. I used to be an MTV girl, but after the Christmas break I am in love with both of these channels. You would be surprised at the amount of reality tv shows aired on them! Can anyone say: "Million Dollar Listing" (HGTV) or "Kitchen Nightmares" (Food Network). Haha. Anywhoo, more violin and less couch surfing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-1425248345387670604?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/1425248345387670604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=1425248345387670604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/1425248345387670604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/1425248345387670604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2009/01/ou-baby-its-wild-world.html' title='Ou Baby It&apos;s a Wild World'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-3902395571725017400</id><published>2008-12-05T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:51:28.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/STmSxnX3SYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JPIn4KCeDS8/s1600-h/tlc-figureine-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/STmSxnX3SYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JPIn4KCeDS8/s200/tlc-figureine-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276409819521567106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you want to know why I love Fridays? Fridays bring a sense of relief to all of us who struggle to get out of bed every weekday morning. On Friday waking up isn't so bad. I can remind myself that it is the last time that I have to crawl out of my comforter cacoon before 7am. The next best thing about Fridays is the fact that selecting an outfit for the day is easier! Dress down day at my office requires little to no thought for me. I simply grab my "go-to jeans" and go. Fridays are a beacon of hope to the many individuals (or maybe just me for that matter) who have grown accustom to returning home, slipping into fresh PJS, and melting into their couch. During the week by the time 4:30 rolls around I want nothing more than peace and quiet, and if it's Monday--my girls from The Hills. Friday is the day that I can let my hair down, and  enjoy myself in the city! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today being Friday I was very excited to go into work. I love discussing weekend plans with my coworkers, and turning up the radio a few extra notches. I thought of this idea for my post when one of my coworkers was belting out the words to her favourite song. She then turned to me and said, "Work shouldn't be this much fun, I should quiet down!" I thought to myself, if tunes can keep you energized throughout the day then so be it! I told her that it was perfectly fine and then I did my own rendition of "Hot and Cold" a la Katy Perry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am especially pumped because tomorrow I am going to a benefit with a good friend of mine and his family. The benefit is in support of a children's organization. He is one of those friends that no matter the location, you can count on him for a good time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-3902395571725017400?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/3902395571725017400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=3902395571725017400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/3902395571725017400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/3902395571725017400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/STmSxnX3SYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JPIn4KCeDS8/s72-c/tlc-figureine-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668908422449355722.post-7287065966741446133</id><published>2008-12-04T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:43:11.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Your Head Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SThAsK315wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3a0c6lNyw-E/s1600-h/interview_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SThAsK315wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3a0c6lNyw-E/s320/interview_cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276038091041531650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for a place to write for quite some time now, and I believe blogging is a great outlet to do so. Not only do I faithfully read a number of blogs , but I have been able to relate my fellow blogger's experiences with my own life. For example, I figured out that the Business program at my university was best for me. I am currently in my 1st year of a 4 year program. Like many people, I wanted to expand my horizons by getting a job related to my field. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the summer I worked at an Optometrist's office. I performed office tasks (mailing letters, faxing, filing) as well as checking long/short distance vision on patients. This was my first time working full-time, and having a large amount of responsibility while on the job. As the summer came to an end, I was informed by the doctor that if I ever needed a reference he would be thrilled to be on my resume. I was excited because I was making contacts for networking in the future. At the beginning of fall and a new university year, I was a little upset to return to my regular part-time job at a local grocery store. I felt like I had so much more purpose at work during the summer. I was going back to only using a portion of my skill-sets. Thus, I was on the hunt for a new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things started coming together for me when I had a conversation with my friend's father, who is also an optometrist in our city. He was impressed with my previous experience and offered me a casual position at his office. I was elated, even though I would only be working a shift per week. I couldn't believe that things were turning around, but I was still  searching for another position to make some extra cash. I put my name in at a medical school, who were looking to employ Business and Healthcare students. I was called for an interview! I felt pretty confident after the interview, but within a week I received a letter stating that I was not offered the position. Back to the grocery store I went, continuing with my regular mundane tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class one day, I was sent an email from HR at the medical school. I was informed that another position had opened up and I was to contact that if I was still interested. Don't get me wrong, I was absolutely interested, but I have a tendency to be a little hard on myself. I was positive that the school wouldn't be interested in my now, if they didn't want me on their team then. I spoke to some friends and family members who encouraged me to put myself out there and try again. I accepted the invitation, and soon after went on a second interview. This time I felt fully prepared, and was comfortable answering their question with passion and desire. I was happy that I had put my whole heart into that interview, and was proud of myself for being persistent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A days flew by, and eventually I was contacted by the HR representative from the medical school. I was offered the job! After writing down some of her instructions and comments I did a well deserved "happy dance!" I am currently working for them in the Admissions Department. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my first post, I wanted to get a job related story out there for other working girls to read as hope. I understand that many of us have been looking for new jobs and I know the process isn't an easy one to go through. I feel that anyone can achieve the goals that they set out for themselves with drive and confidence. I want my readers (if anyone is out there lol) to remember that when the going gets rough there are better days to come. Keep your heads up high because you may miss a great opportunity along the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1668908422449355722-7287065966741446133?l=shesgotthegift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/feeds/7287065966741446133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1668908422449355722&amp;postID=7287065966741446133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/7287065966741446133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1668908422449355722/posts/default/7287065966741446133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shesgotthegift.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Hold Your Head Up'/><author><name>P²</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402977754195497367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SWZnmJEO8mI/AAAAAAAAACE/xnzvCOgPFBA/S220/Photo+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCE0ihK3aHY/SThAsK315wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3a0c6lNyw-E/s72-c/interview_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
