<?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-1931059221117439672</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:44:13.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Lab</title><subtitle type='html'>again.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtothelabagain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931059221117439672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtothelabagain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/Sn4utldXfXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7zMoBnMO5Hk/S220/Lisa+1-07.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931059221117439672.post-8331528666189921061</id><published>2009-08-14T17:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:35:17.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On, Let's Get With It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight at work, the phone rang.  I do some National Weather Service type work so I thought it would be the local news station calling for the day's high and low temperatures.  I pulled up the data on the computer as I picked up the phone.  It was not the news station, it was my boss.  He wanted me to look up a phone number for him in, get this... the &lt;i&gt;PHONE BOOK&lt;/i&gt;!  Seriously?  Yes, he did not have a local phone book in his house, so he needed me to look it up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/SoXcSvUdUFI/AAAAAAAABAA/TcDyFBy-EFY/s1600-h/yellow+pages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/SoXcSvUdUFI/AAAAAAAABAA/TcDyFBy-EFY/s200/yellow+pages.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369940345207214162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't remember the last time I used the actual Yellow Pages, and considering I can look up numbers, as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GPS&lt;/span&gt; directions to and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; images of any address in the US and beyond right from my phone why would I dust off the old book?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss has access to the same technology, yet some how he feels the need to call me for this nonsense.  It's 2009, let's all get with the times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931059221117439672-8331528666189921061?l=backtothelabagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtothelabagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8331528666189921061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931059221117439672&amp;postID=8331528666189921061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931059221117439672/posts/default/8331528666189921061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931059221117439672/posts/default/8331528666189921061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtothelabagain.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-on-lets-get-with-it.html' title='Come On, Let&apos;s Get With It'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/Sn4utldXfXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7zMoBnMO5Hk/S220/Lisa+1-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/SoXcSvUdUFI/AAAAAAAABAA/TcDyFBy-EFY/s72-c/yellow+pages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931059221117439672.post-2222249096362139862</id><published>2009-08-13T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:31:21.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know when I will be starting my new job but when I find out I want to be ready to hit the road. To get ready I have already started the monstrous task of cleaning out my house and packing. I figure I'll have a new home, new job, and new money so naturally I'll want some new stuff. I better start getting rid of the old. I am also taking this task very seriously because recent events have lead me to believe that I am genetically predisposed to being a pack-rat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have completed what I am calling "phase one" of my cleaning process, which is to empty my closets. I was disgusted at the amount of useless crap I had been saving over the years. Packed away neatly in little Rubbermaid containers was a lifetime of junk. If anyone else can relate to this list, please go immediately to your closet with large garbage bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few disturbing things that I found:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. receipts for every purchase I made between the years 1999-2003. Not for important items like large appliances but for underwear and shampoo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Play books from every play I have ever seen, including high school performances (that I was not in).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Nearly 200 hair bands, used&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. A box of cassette tapes, no cassette player.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. A bag of mementos from a high school trip to Europe which contained: receipts for everything I purchased (even food), plane ticket stubs, the stickers they put on your luggage, brochures from places I did not visit, and a packet of something called "Salad Cream".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets face it, we all want to hang onto the past but I would be surprised to find my friends and I reminiscing about our travels over luggage transfer stickers. Pictures and memories are enough. My new rule is anything that I have not used/looked at/worn in the past 4 years gets a one way ticked to the dump. I hope I will be able to stick to my new rule, but I promise to never again hang onto anything that is 12 yrs old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt; based!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/SoT4dlXTkhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ffnlI9uiEP8/s1600-h/No_Salad_Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/SoT4dlXTkhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ffnlI9uiEP8/s320/No_Salad_Cream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369689842862232082" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1931059221117439672-2222249096362139862?l=backtothelabagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtothelabagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2222249096362139862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931059221117439672&amp;postID=2222249096362139862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931059221117439672/posts/default/2222249096362139862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931059221117439672/posts/default/2222249096362139862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtothelabagain.blogspot.com/2009/08/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/Sn4utldXfXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7zMoBnMO5Hk/S220/Lisa+1-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/SoT4dlXTkhI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ffnlI9uiEP8/s72-c/No_Salad_Cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931059221117439672.post-6027765879192486852</id><published>2009-08-10T02:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:47:29.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Lab</title><content type='html'>Like Dexter heading back to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laboratory&lt;/span&gt;, I am heading back home to make a fresh start.  It's good timing.  A few months ago I celebrated my 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  I was really excited to hit the big 3-0, it marked the start of more than a new decade.  It was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of a new life for me.  In the months surrounding this birthday I managed to complete a long shopping list of goals including graduating from college and getting a new job.  I got a pilot's license, a life long dream that I shared with my father.  I then lost my father in a tragic accident.  In short the clock struck 30 and my life was turned upside down.  I have to start anew and I'm excited, hopeful, positive, sad, worried and lost all at the same time.  So I head back home, back to the lab, to put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; back together and attempt to make something out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1931059221117439672-6027765879192486852?l=backtothelabagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtothelabagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6027765879192486852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1931059221117439672&amp;postID=6027765879192486852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931059221117439672/posts/default/6027765879192486852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1931059221117439672/posts/default/6027765879192486852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtothelabagain.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-lab.html' title='Back to the Lab'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UVvakC8oiQ/Sn4utldXfXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7zMoBnMO5Hk/S220/Lisa+1-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
