<?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-8072926197206927656</id><updated>2011-09-03T09:29:08.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-4732741589871556829</id><published>2010-12-06T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:06:30.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready For a Change</title><content type='html'>I need a new job. I am thankful that Marci was able to get me this job when we moved up here last year, but I just can't take it anymore. My boss is cheap and although I love a vast majority of the kids, I can't take yelling at three year-olds all day long. I've never been so unhappy and I shouldn't be feeling this way because I'm a newlywed, we moved back to my hometown so I'm surrounded by family, it's the holiday season, and I have weekends off! I know there are people who have it worse than me, but that doesn't mean that I have to be completely satisfied with where I am in my life right now. I have a degree that specifically applies to my job and I do more than what is required, but I only make $9 an hour. What was the point of going to college? That's one reason I'm so hesitant to go back. I'm tired of wiping asses but if I go to nursing school, that's where I'll end up -- wiping old people's asses. Gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped inside my little home. I really don't have any friends here except Ashlie, but she's unstable and unreliable. Plus, we really don't have all that much in common. My one true friend lives in California and will never move back here. :( I'm behind on most of my bills and I'm trying to get my student loans in forbearance so I can have some breathing room. I don't get to spend nearly as much time with my husband as I'd like, but I understand that he's trying to work more so he can make more money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no more feeling sorry for myself. I need to get up and do something about it. I need to choose a career field and go back to school so I can earn a decent living. I don't want to be stuck in a career with shitting pay and even shittier benefits. I love dogs, music, and helping others feel better. Justin wants me to start a karaoke business. That would be freaking awesome, except that we would have to have some investment money to buy the equipment and thousands of karaoke songs. Maybe someday it will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Christmas Bazaar at the Expo Center in Portland last night and some people make and sell the strangest things. Perhaps I can put my creative brain cells to work and make stuff to sell. People spend tons of money on their pets and their kids, so it should be related to either of those. Alright, that's enough rambling for now. I should post more often so I don't write 12 pages at once. Oh that's another thing, I want to write a book. I'm not sure what about, but I'm gonna do it someday. Thanks for listening to me bitch. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072926197206927656-4732741589871556829?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/4732741589871556829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=4732741589871556829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/4732741589871556829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/4732741589871556829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2010/12/ready-for-change.html' title='Ready For a Change'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-6523945588964798040</id><published>2009-07-30T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:38:06.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is almost over??!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe summer is almost over already. This last year has really flown by. There are ups and downs about living in Sacramento, but I've tried to make the best of it. Cassie lives five hours south and my whole family lives 10 hours north. Justin's dad lives three hours south, which is still a bit of a drive. Here are some pictures from our adventures in Cali:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI0Pt-tuDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G4T8ggcBE1s/s1600-h/DSCF3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI0Pt-tuDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G4T8ggcBE1s/s320/DSCF3068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364407550797002802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI0-7vxeBI/AAAAAAAAACE/oMVeFadlON4/s1600-h/DSCF3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI0-7vxeBI/AAAAAAAAACE/oMVeFadlON4/s320/DSCF3078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364408361946282002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Our trip to Lake Tahoe with my parents. The drive was pretty scary because the road over the mountain was really narrow and on the edge of a steep cliff. I won some money at the roulette table though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI0-fiVTDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0jezdYnV7GY/s1600-h/DSCF3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI0-fiVTDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0jezdYnV7GY/s320/DSCF3059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364408354373717042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI2rnNkE-I/AAAAAAAAACc/ZMvld8NNAIA/s1600-h/DSCF3144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI2rnNkE-I/AAAAAAAAACc/ZMvld8NNAIA/s320/DSCF3144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364410229039829986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI2rQ0SBEI/AAAAAAAAACU/duU2-fQPyjs/s1600-h/DSCF3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI2rQ0SBEI/AAAAAAAAACU/duU2-fQPyjs/s320/DSCF3108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364410223028208706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Monster Jam 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI2qy2HS_I/AAAAAAAAACM/OptH3Ckn_IM/s1600-h/DSCF3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI2qy2HS_I/AAAAAAAAACM/OptH3Ckn_IM/s320/DSCF3099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364410214982831090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI328crNmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9hmZdHoq43A/s1600-h/DSCF3210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI328crNmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9hmZdHoq43A/s320/DSCF3210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364411523230545506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI32ZYtUfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M9FjNpKqGOU/s1600-h/DSCF3209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI32ZYtUfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/M9FjNpKqGOU/s320/DSCF3209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364411513818665458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlie, Zach, and a couple of their friends came down for a few days and we spent a day in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI32BO7tcI/AAAAAAAAACs/OGDtmeSMakE/s1600-h/DSCF3201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI32BO7tcI/AAAAAAAAACs/OGDtmeSMakE/s320/DSCF3201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364411507335214530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI4sbTLMDI/AAAAAAAAADE/wUTjK0U2eDY/s1600-h/Erin+and+Cassie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI4sbTLMDI/AAAAAAAAADE/wUTjK0U2eDY/s320/Erin+and+Cassie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364412442045263922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a weekend with Cassie and Kaikaa. We plan on visiting them in August, but it makes me sad knowing that we won't see them for a while after that because we're moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI5sEQcQAI/AAAAAAAAADU/pYrExTrIxX4/s1600-h/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI5sEQcQAI/AAAAAAAAADU/pYrExTrIxX4/s320/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364413535371411458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI5rnjKRtI/AAAAAAAAADM/kxT4j9pyhIc/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI5rnjKRtI/AAAAAAAAADM/kxT4j9pyhIc/s320/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364413527665297106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI66LLT6cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y09B_ulKw_4/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI66LLT6cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y09B_ulKw_4/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364414877258738114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI651PEfjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jpAqEFnBOk0/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI651PEfjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jpAqEFnBOk0/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364414871368924722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent a Saturday at Justin's dad's cabin and went to Moto GP on Sunday. I got burned to a crisp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI65lFMm_I/AAAAAAAAADs/d3iHetyOmd4/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI65lFMm_I/AAAAAAAAADs/d3iHetyOmd4/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364414867032546290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI65R2kKDI/AAAAAAAAADk/hVOxdW4jVA8/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI65R2kKDI/AAAAAAAAADk/hVOxdW4jVA8/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364414861870901298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI65N4CV8I/AAAAAAAAADc/rgp9GY638LM/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI65N4CV8I/AAAAAAAAADc/rgp9GY638LM/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364414860803332034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7zplCrxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/f0bci7ogGg0/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7zplCrxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/f0bci7ogGg0/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364415864672268050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7zdqUzGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xGqCTrA7o88/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7zdqUzGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xGqCTrA7o88/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364415861473201250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7zKICdkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5qg6P13toTY/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7zKICdkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5qg6P13toTY/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364415856229119554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7ygxsauI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PyWzX0lriTo/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7ygxsauI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PyWzX0lriTo/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364415845129546466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7yhzqKMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W3cN8ssTSL0/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&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/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI7yhzqKMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W3cN8ssTSL0/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364415845406222530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I got a hole in one on the first hole and I beat Justin. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072926197206927656-6523945588964798040?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/6523945588964798040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=6523945588964798040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/6523945588964798040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/6523945588964798040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-is-almost-over.html' title='Summer is almost over??!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/SnI0Pt-tuDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G4T8ggcBE1s/s72-c/DSCF3068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-8328678302780103369</id><published>2009-06-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:52:20.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for my pictures!</title><content type='html'>So I'm trying to win some scholarship money from Brickfish.com. Here is the link to one of the pictures I've entered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300" id="PropShell" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.brickfish.com/FlashServices/GetPropSWF.frss?contentcode=3_4593760_0_103_-1_438&amp;swfv=6&amp;isfull=0&amp;forlabel=0&amp;htid=383a4a05-2747-48df-b43b-5a32a7b6fa28&amp;ispreview=0&amp;phtid=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000&amp;pbapi=655991&amp;pbvi=89962789&amp;stgw=300&amp;stgh=300&amp;sitedom=www.brickfish.com&amp;autoplay=0&amp;lcid=1033" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/Lifestyles/ShowSmile2?=EP_438&amp;tab=1"  target="_blank"&gt;Show Us a Smile 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com"  target="_blank"&gt;Brickfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/Pages/Contests/VoteConfirmation.aspx?qsi=14276757"  target="_blank"&gt;Vote&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/Pages/PropagationMain.frss?qsi=14276756"  target="_blank"&gt;Share&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com/FlashServices/ClickToContent.frss?qsi=14276755"  target="_blank"&gt;Details&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brickfish.com?=PP_BFLogo_438"  target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brickfish.com/Media/Images/Propagation/6.0/pbbround.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pictures, so please vote for them! Tell your friends to vote too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072926197206927656-8328678302780103369?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/8328678302780103369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=8328678302780103369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/8328678302780103369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/8328678302780103369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2009/06/vote-for-my-pictures.html' title='Vote for my pictures!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-1890745075664916366</id><published>2008-09-19T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:57:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama-free night? Of course not</title><content type='html'>Why can't we just all get together for one night of drama-free fun? I don't know why it's so hard. I miss my friends from the barracks days. Logan, Cat, Derek, Josh, Keith. I miss them like crazy. Logan and Keith are here in Jacksonville, but Keith just left on a deployment. I don't know why I don't hang out with them ever. But, Justin and I kinda keep to ourselves. Now we have a different group of friends with some old ones mixed in, and things just aren't as good as they used to be. So many things are different. Homrich is married to a woman who brings drama with her everywhere and treats him like absolute shit. He deserves so much better than her. The people I used to be really close to are now more distant. But it's not their fault. Everything changed once we left for Iraq and they REALLY changed when we got back. Iraq had nothing to do with it, but I think it's the separation and lack of cohesion that did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug threw Ashley a surprise birthday party and now she's outside screaming at him about who knows what. She's so selfish and unappreciative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072926197206927656-1890745075664916366?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/1890745075664916366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=1890745075664916366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/1890745075664916366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/1890745075664916366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2008/09/drama-free-night-of-course-not.html' title='Drama-free night? Of course not'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-3925404006577437454</id><published>2008-09-07T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:25:23.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Drama</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of all the drama around here, especially with Ashley. I thought she was a good friend, but I'm beginning to think it's a front. It would take waaaaaaaaay too long to explain, but I'll give you the short version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Doug are having marriage problems. Honestly, we all saw it coming. They met in Bridgeport, CT in October of 2006 on a TAD trip. She made weekend trips to Jacksonville to visit him until we left for Iraq in February of 2007. When September came and the band returned from Iraq, they got married!! S-t-u-p-i-d. I don't think she was actually in love with him - she was in love with the idea of marrying a marine. They've been married for a year now and are on the verge of separating. She isn't attracted to him anymore, isn't in love with him, and thinks she can control his life. She is a complete bitch to him and walks all over him. What sucks is that she has been a very good friend to me, so it's hard to feel so negatively about her. One of the guys in the band has started to have feelings for her and the two of them hang out alone all the time. I told her that I don't think they should spend so much time alone, because it will only cause his feelings to grow. Her response? "I'm not changing for anyone." She says she wants her marriage to work, but she's not willing to change at all - kind of a problem!! When we go out to bars she is always looking at other guys and wants to do naughty things with them... tisk tisk. She hasn't had sex with her husband in over 6 months. What the hell?! That's problem #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to think of all this crap write now. I'll give an update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072926197206927656-3925404006577437454?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/3925404006577437454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=3925404006577437454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/3925404006577437454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/3925404006577437454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-of-drama.html' title='Tired of Drama'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-293230888530476824</id><published>2008-06-17T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:18:57.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Staples</title><content type='html'>So last week Justin had his Appendix taken out and he now has 23 staples in his stomach. We went to the Emergency Room on Monday because his stomach was in a lot of pain and he didn't go to BAS that day like I told him to. :\ He had a CT scan done and after a 6-hour visit, the doctor said he had a swollen colon. He went to the Gastro Internal doctor on Wednesday, and he said that it was his lower intestine that was swollen and the ER never should have let him go home. Great. He was admitted to the hospital and 4 or 5 hours later he had another CT scan done.  The surgeon said that it was Appendicitis and that he thought some of the other organs were swollen. They were going to do an Appendectomy and exploratory surgery. It took him 4 days of recovery before I could bring him home. He was in a lot of pain for the first two days, but he is doing much better now. It's nice to have him back home and I know the pets are ecstatic that  someone will be home all day for a month!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072926197206927656-293230888530476824?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/293230888530476824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=293230888530476824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/293230888530476824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/293230888530476824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2008/06/23-staples.html' title='23 Staples'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-7800772301451306546</id><published>2007-08-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:09:13.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of new stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/RrvqBR7ZanI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h98CBQ0iTJY/s1600-h/baxter+in+lap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096924711013149298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/RrvqBR7ZanI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h98CBQ0iTJY/s320/baxter+in+lap.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a puppy a week and a half ago. He's a pembroke welsh corgi and he's two months old. He's so frickin cute and hilarious except when he's biting my hair, fingers, arms, or toes. lol&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;I also got a new job. I'm working part-time at UPS as a package handler. I'm a loader. I spend about 4 hours a day scanning and loading packages into trailers. I had four days of orientation because there was tons of safety stuff to go over and we had to learn the procedures and how to properly stack boxes and stuff. Today was my first real day and I actually liked it quite a bit. I'm a little bit sore, but I'll make sure I stretch and ice my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday I went with Cassie to a bachelorette party for her friend who got married on Sunday. I didn't even know this girl, but she was really nice and I had so much fun. We just went to a couple of bars in Camas and I drank my ass off. I really had way too much to drink. I felt like ass on Saturday and I think I may have had a case of alcohol poisoning. I had four slippery nipples, a rum &amp;amp; coke, and three (or maybe four) jager bombs. For the amount of alcohol that was in my body, I probably didn't seem as drunk as I really was. I could walk straight, dance, see straight, and I didn't even slur my speech. I'm laying off the alcohol for a while though. Just the thought of it makes me want to throw up! But we met some really awesome people who I plan to hang out with sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072926197206927656-7800772301451306546?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/7800772301451306546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=7800772301451306546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/7800772301451306546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/7800772301451306546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2007/08/lots-of-new-stuff.html' title='Lots of new stuff'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/RrvqBR7ZanI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h98CBQ0iTJY/s72-c/baxter+in+lap.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-4988280221140942269</id><published>2007-07-28T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:09:13.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night out with the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/Rqv15h7ZalI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-tKgrQbLcXM/s1600-h/Erin+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092434172381325906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/Rqv15h7ZalI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-tKgrQbLcXM/s320/Erin+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out Thursday night with Cassie and her sister Rachel. We went to a couple of bars in Camas. I had the most delicious slippery nipple ever at the first bar we went to and I whooped Cassie's ass at pool. We were only there for like half an hour because there was pretty much no one there and we wanted to check out the karaoke goin' on down the street. We had a blast dancing to some dude singing "Ice, Ice Baby" and we sang a couple karaoke songs. I only had a rum and coke there, but you never could have guessed there was any rum in it. That was the only bad part of the night. But I really didn't want to get too drunk because I had an interview the next morning at UPS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my job interview, Cassie and I drove up to the Puyallup fair grounds because her boyfriend was entering his '77 Chevy truck into the car show there. The cars there were '74 and older, and classics. There were some niiiiiiiiice rides there. I took some pictures for Justin because he is obsessed. This is a picture of the bed of Cassie's boyfriend's truck. It's badass -- there's a wetbar in it. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/Rqv16R7ZamI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cySIfxhQXNg/s1600-h/Erin+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092434185266227810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/Rqv16R7ZamI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cySIfxhQXNg/s320/Erin+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need to study for my midterms for my two online classes. Yay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8072926197206927656-4988280221140942269?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/4988280221140942269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=4988280221140942269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/4988280221140942269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/4988280221140942269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2007/07/night-out-with-girls.html' title='Night out with the girls'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/Rqv15h7ZalI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-tKgrQbLcXM/s72-c/Erin+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072926197206927656.post-8624697151016407715</id><published>2007-07-24T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:09:14.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/RqYmzR7ZajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYYRCmrQ7o0/s1600-h/erin+and+justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090799091216640562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/RqYmzR7ZajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYYRCmrQ7o0/s320/erin+and+justin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Hi! My name is Erin, I'm 22 years old, and I just recently got out of the Marine Corps. I was stationed in Camp Lejeune, NC for three years and went to Iraq twice. I was in the band. When most people hear this they usually wonder why in the hell they would send the band to Iraq? We trained as much, if not more than a lot of the admin units in our battalion because we had to do more than just sit in an air-conditioned office in Iraq, like they did. We were part of the interior guard during both deployments and conducted security patrols. My unit is still deployed right now to Camp Fallujah, where they are in charge of one of the gates. They are responsible for searching all civilian vehicles and personnel, as well as monitor the flow of traffic in and out of the gate, and keep an eye on what's going on outside the walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I left Iraq early in order to get out of the Marine Corps and come home to spend time with my family. But my boyfriend Justin&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/RqYmzx7ZakI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HsKJ7DkXhnE/s1600-h/in+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090799099806575170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="285" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/RqYmzx7ZakI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HsKJ7DkXhnE/s320/in+car.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is still over there and I am really missing him. He calls me every day, but it just isn't the same. I've never been on this side of a deployment before. It sucks. But I will be returning to NC a couple times this year. Once when they come home and again for our East Coast Marine Musician's Birthday Ball. I will be moving back the Jacksonville sometime after Christmas to live with Justin until he gets out in November of '08, and then we'll be moving to California, where he is from. I am from Washington State. He is going to go to Wyotech to learn how to be a master technician (he is obsessed with cars) and I am going to go to school to be a pediatric nurse. At least, that's the plan as of now. I'll probably end up changing my mind like I usually do and I'll study something else. I just don't know if I can handle seeing some of the things that nurses and doctor's have to see. I guess I'll just have to wait and find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I think that's enough about me for right now. I really need to go on a run so I can keep in shape. I absolutely hate running though!!&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/8072926197206927656-8624697151016407715?l=thesmithe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/feeds/8624697151016407715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8072926197206927656&amp;postID=8624697151016407715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/8624697151016407715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8072926197206927656/posts/default/8624697151016407715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmithe.blogspot.com/2007/07/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970430652630194092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c63/thesmithe5536/2a571ab3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KaH6vn_P2is/RqYmzR7ZajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYYRCmrQ7o0/s72-c/erin+and+justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
