<?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-20480836</id><updated>2011-11-06T03:45:35.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeling with Rachiley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8603856800102425745</id><published>2011-10-07T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:05:33.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Be a Tourist with Your Dog Series: Memphis, Tennessee (High Paws Y’all)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MY9RsvL9f6A/To8hbl5848I/AAAAAAAAB9U/Y_ka7W7yXho/s1600/rachel_parker_browndog_party.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MY9RsvL9f6A/To8hbl5848I/AAAAAAAAB9U/Y_ka7W7yXho/s320/rachel_parker_browndog_party.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660780014543365058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've yet again been neglecting my own blog, but I was asked to blog for my friend's site. That is how - &lt;a href="http://pittiesincity.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-be-tourist-with-your-dog-series.html"&gt;How to Be a Tourist with Your Dog Series: Memphis, Tennessee (High Paws Y’all)&lt;/a&gt; came to fruition. So please check it out and enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8603856800102425745?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8603856800102425745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8603856800102425745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8603856800102425745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8603856800102425745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-be-tourist-with-your-dog-series.html' title='How to Be a Tourist with Your Dog Series: Memphis, Tennessee (High Paws Y’all)'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MY9RsvL9f6A/To8hbl5848I/AAAAAAAAB9U/Y_ka7W7yXho/s72-c/rachel_parker_browndog_party.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3659258102097538154</id><published>2011-02-05T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:54:20.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Jaffe's - Clementine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XZBX_qIEaYI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3659258102097538154?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3659258102097538154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3659258102097538154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3659258102097538154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3659258102097538154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2011/02/sarah-jaffes-clementine.html' title='Sarah Jaffe&apos;s - Clementine'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XZBX_qIEaYI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6463003255244891135</id><published>2011-01-28T14:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:39:52.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange You Glad It’s Friday?!?</title><content type='html'>Glad you asked, “I’m super stoked that it is Friday!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/TUMkpuK8cpI/AAAAAAAAB08/V33INJNmxN4/s1600/800px-Caracaranaveloranges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: center; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/TUMkpuK8cpI/AAAAAAAAB08/V33INJNmxN4/s200/800px-Caracaranaveloranges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567333863547237010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve completed the Cara Cara Challenge. What is the Cara Cara Challenge you may ask? Well it’s Rachiley vs. 14 Cara Cara (or 8 pounds of) oranges in 14 days. Now you may ask yourself why eat all those oranges. Here are the reasons below: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cara Cara oranges (otherwise known as pink navel oranges) are probably the tastiest oranges I’ve ever eaten. I stumbled upon them back a few years ago and now I can’t wait every late fall/early winter for their arrival. They are pinkish red, has an exceptionally sweet flavor with a tangy cranberry-like zing, and few to no seeds…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I normally buy a ton of these oranges at Whole Foods when I go shopping, but I realized I was eating a ton of them. So in an effort to save money…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I purchased a very large8 pound bag of the Cara Cara oranges at Costco…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hence the challenge – I had to eat them before they would go bad!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And as an added bonus acquire a lot of vitamin C naturally…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While I imagined every day I was somewhere these oranges were grown…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankfully I did not turn any shade of orange from eating way too many oranges!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; I’m looking forward to a mild weather weekend in the middle of winter!&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s supposed to be in the 60’s this weekend…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So that means I can get out on the greenline to bicycle or attempt to rollerblade…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And just enjoy the company of good friends!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Maybe while I’m catching up on sleep, enjoying time outside and contemplating life – I can come up with some sort of new challenge. Let’s see how it plays out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ketchup with you later party peeps. And orange you glad I didn't say banana...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6463003255244891135?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6463003255244891135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6463003255244891135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6463003255244891135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6463003255244891135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2011/01/orange-you-glad-its-friday.html' title='Orange You Glad It’s Friday?!?'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/TUMkpuK8cpI/AAAAAAAAB08/V33INJNmxN4/s72-c/800px-Caracaranaveloranges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1797009639528063620</id><published>2011-01-14T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:21:18.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impossible Me</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long since forgotten to utilize you for good or evil or anything at all. You have sat dusty and apparently silent awaiting my return to you. Well it is now official, I’ve returned to you.  My hat in hand in hand and with no real good reason to have ignored you for so long. I’m back and hopefully will be here to stay. Or at least post at least once every 2-3 weeks (my goal for 2011).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be patient and gentle with me as I ease back into this world of words.  I’ve been reeling without you. I promise if you give me another chance, I will try not to disappoint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachiley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1797009639528063620?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1797009639528063620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1797009639528063620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1797009639528063620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1797009639528063620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2011/01/impossible-me.html' title='The Impossible Me'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-589949639658826974</id><published>2010-02-24T13:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:01:48.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt &amp; Kim - Daylight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZt1i1ruK34&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZt1i1ruK34&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-589949639658826974?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/589949639658826974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=589949639658826974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/589949639658826974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/589949639658826974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2010/02/matt-kim-daylight.html' title='Matt &amp; Kim - Daylight'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1294510709445462285</id><published>2010-02-08T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:28:17.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google's Superbowl Ad - Good Stuff!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnsSUqgkDwU&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnsSUqgkDwU&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1294510709445462285?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1294510709445462285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1294510709445462285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1294510709445462285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1294510709445462285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2010/02/googles-superbowl-ad-good-stuff.html' title='Google&apos;s Superbowl Ad - Good Stuff!!!'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-237694411572190890</id><published>2009-10-26T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:39:18.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i and love and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhKDOYxVPBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhKDOYxVPBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-237694411572190890?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/237694411572190890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=237694411572190890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/237694411572190890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/237694411572190890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-and-love-and-you.html' title='i and love and you'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-7578539591156486196</id><published>2009-08-19T11:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:09:56.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNJwBaYAtcM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNJwBaYAtcM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-7578539591156486196?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7578539591156486196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=7578539591156486196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7578539591156486196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7578539591156486196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-love-somebody.html' title='To Love Somebody'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2441287245753237616</id><published>2009-07-21T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:25:04.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry's Sno-cones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What can make any day better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a trip to Jerry’s sno-cones and having a good laugh with a friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is a little bit off the beaten path, but it's worth the drive from anywhere in the Memphis/Mid-South area. Luckily, I'm just a short drive away. So I've been partaking of Jerry's as a treat for over the last 6 years. In the last few weeks though, this little hidden gem, has gotten a ton of press. And it’s all for a good reason. They make some of the best sno-cones, sno-cone supremes (w/soft serve ice cream) and other deserts around. Plus they've recently expanded their menu to include some hot food like burgers and corndogs. Trust me - you can't go wrong. See the happiness below as proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SmYSEDSci0I/AAAAAAAABBM/-4Nqbh3ExRM/s1600-h/sno_supremes.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/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SmYSEDSci0I/AAAAAAAABBM/-4Nqbh3ExRM/s320/sno_supremes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360992267242605378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SmYV3a9c0OI/AAAAAAAABBk/caondP-JCuk/s1600-h/sarah_snojpg.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/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SmYV3a9c0OI/AAAAAAAABBk/caondP-JCuk/s320/sarah_snojpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360996448305205474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SmYSKQ8qYUI/AAAAAAAABBU/59XJIe4LRP8/s1600-h/rach_sno.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/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SmYSKQ8qYUI/AAAAAAAABBU/59XJIe4LRP8/s320/rach_sno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360992373988548930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-2441287245753237616?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2441287245753237616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2441287245753237616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2441287245753237616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2441287245753237616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/07/jerry.html' title='Jerry&apos;s Sno-cones'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SmYSEDSci0I/AAAAAAAABBM/-4Nqbh3ExRM/s72-c/sno_supremes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-7184041435534076220</id><published>2009-07-20T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:19:01.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee + The Orange Cranberry Scone</title><content type='html'>I’ve been ridiculously tired the last few days, so I decided to stop off at High Point coffee this morning to get an iced beverage.  Normally I would just get a drink, but this is my 6th or 7th workday in a row that I’m starting with an early morning meeting. Plus it’s also Monday. So I decided to go ahead and add a scone to my order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy at the window always cracks me up. He’s wired from the amount of caffeine he’s ingested or has an IV filled with caffeine being directly pumped into him at a high volume. Either way, he’s mastered the art of being a people person/making people smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hands over my drink and scone, before laughing and waving me off. I drove off with a contagious smile.  A few minutes later I had already spilled coffee on myself, which only ½ soured my smile. I couldn’t wait until the office to eat this scone. I had to crack open my scone snack by the time I reached my second stoplight.&lt;br /&gt;It was flavorful, but I felt a tad disappointed. I realized I was disillusioned because some of my favorite scones are created by my dear college friend Hilary aka Hils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hils is a cross between Betty Crocker, Martha Stewart and Charlotte York (ya know - from Sex in the City).  She’s an incredible cook, entertainer, a posh dresser, a genuine professional and an outstanding friend.  And did I mention that she’s one heck of a scone maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating this scone today, brought back the memory of when Hils came to visit me and a few other friends from college in Atlanta, GA. My friend Jon and I picked her up at airport from that red-eye flight that swept her in from NYC. When we arrived at the terminal, it was easy to spot Hils amongst the other passengers arriving.  She was well put together and looked like she has arrived from a spa, not from the hustle and bustle of a large city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hopped in the car, greeted us with her own brand of merriment and presented a goody bag filled with some freshly baked scones.  Who on earth wakes up at the crack of dawn, travels 1000+miles via a plane and brings fresh pastries to her friends?&lt;br /&gt;That would be Hils. And these scones weren’t just ok. They were absolutely delicious. The scones were flavorful, savory and obviously made with love.  Those scones perhaps may be an extension of Hils own personality. They are sophisticated, yet filling and provide sheer comfort to the pastry eater. All the things that bring a smile to ones face. This is quite similar to the same way that Hils brings a warm, genteel smile to all those she encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to trying to have a good day, remembering fond memories and celebrating those who make us smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BTW – HAPPY BIRTHDAY HILS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-7184041435534076220?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7184041435534076220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=7184041435534076220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7184041435534076220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7184041435534076220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/07/coffee-orange-cranberry-scone.html' title='Coffee + The Orange Cranberry Scone'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3306122383556544615</id><published>2009-07-14T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:28:23.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth of Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCTpixbctQE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCTpixbctQE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3306122383556544615?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3306122383556544615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3306122383556544615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3306122383556544615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3306122383556544615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/07/birth-of-words.html' title='Birth of Words'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2153047487950294821</id><published>2009-07-10T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:08:41.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On Rach!!!</title><content type='html'>I was told by a friend who (somewhat regularly) reads my blog that my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lost Dog&lt;/span&gt; post was rather biting.  And I can see that point of view, but I thought the whole incident/return of the dog at least deserved a verbal acknowledgment from the dog owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Lost Dog incident is a strong lesson (or perhaps example) of human behavior and how WE (as individuals or society as whole) react. Every day WE are presented with certain incidents that can have positive or negative effects on our attitude/outlook for the day or week. Lost Dog was an example of a negative experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On Rach is an example of a positive one…To fully understand this, I’m going to have to start a few weeks back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my mom celebrated a birthday. I had woken up extra early that day. My plan was to drop off her birthday present and a cup coffee as I headed to my office. Unfortunately I walked out to my car and had a flat tire. I was LIVID because I had car trouble* again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now cranky and frustrated I headed out the door to the repair shop. There I would sit and wait for a good chunk of the morning. Finally when the repair was complete, I decided I would still deliver my mom her presents and coffee (what the heck, i was already late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at Starbucks near my mom’s office and waited in a long line. I occupied my time by responding to e-mails on my Blackberry. Finally I ordered my drinks and waited to pay. When I got to the register the Barista asked me what I ordered and rang it in. I eagerly handed over my card to pay, but she refused. Here was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Barista:  “It’s been taken care of…” &lt;br /&gt;Rachiley: “What do you mean it has been taken care of? I haven’t paid. You just rang in my order.” (very confused)&lt;br /&gt;Barista: “It’s been taken care of…”&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley: “By who?” (still perplexed)&lt;br /&gt;Barista: “It’s been taken care of for you today” &lt;br /&gt;Rachiley: “By you?” (now curious)&lt;br /&gt;Barista: “No, but it’s been taken care of…Have a nice day”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting no real answer, I just decided that if someone out there was going to be kind enough to buy my coffee. Then there was no real reason for me to continue being so cranky and irritated. Things are going to happen - long days at work, flat tires and little things people do/say that might irritate you. Some within your control and some that are uncontrollable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I stood being taught a lesson by someone out in the there I may never meet.  It was the value of blind generosity. This person was making my day better without even knowing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued with my day surprising my mom with her gift, but admitting the coffee I brought her was paid for by a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times since that incident I’ve bought coffee for strangers too. It has made me feel good doing something nice for someone I don’t even know. Maybe it will help turn someone’s day around like it did mind. Or maybe it could remind someone else that WE (as people) are generally happy and good in nature whether we know each other or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if anything that it garnished some appreciation from Barista who regularly makes my iced coffees, hot chocolates and teas on the way into work. Before I pulled away from the window this morning, after he handed me my drink, he said in his very stoner accent, “I like it a lot, Rock On Rach!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;*Car Trouble: I would get into the car trouble stats, but I’ll save that for another BlOG. Remember this is a positive blog today ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-2153047487950294821?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2153047487950294821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2153047487950294821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2153047487950294821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2153047487950294821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/07/rock-on-rach.html' title='Rock On Rach!!!'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5817326799577534337</id><published>2009-07-09T16:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:04:38.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Dog</title><content type='html'>Parker and I ventured out for a walk on this steamy summer morning. It wasn’t particularly as early as we usually go, but it was early enough. As we walked along down the main street of our neighborhood we encountered a loose dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure what kind of dog it was, but it was small to medium sized. The dog’s coloring was mainly black, with a large fluffy tail. It was very cute and seemed somewhat friendly as it wandered right up to us. Where did this dog belong? Who is the owner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and only saw a runner far off in the distance. I coaxed the dog closer and noticed a dog collar w/tags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Come here little doggie, let me get a closer look at that tag.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On one side of the tag it said, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Diva”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and on the other side it said, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Bear”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the imprint of a phone number.   I found myself talking aloud to both the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I’m thinking I’m going to call you Bear, because you don’t really strike me as the diva type.” (a little giggling ensues) “But great, what am I supposed to do with you now? There is no address and I don’t have a phone.  And I don’t have another leash. Parker- what are we going to do?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I couldn’t leave the dog, so I kept asking Bear to follow us as we headed to a friend’s house around the corner. Bear did pretty well following along. At one point I thought I may have lost her to the other side of the street. But after a whistle and a call she came right to my friend’s porch. I guess now you can officially begin to call me the dog whisperer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on my friend’s door and waited. Uh-oh, she must not be awake. Then I heard her dog stir and start yapping like crazy after I rang the doorbell for the second time. A voice started to crack behind the closed door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EBV - “Who is it???”&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “Rachel”&lt;br /&gt;EBV - “Rachel…what time is it?”&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “I dunno, but I need your help…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door slowly opens to reveal my bed-headed friend looking at me like I’m crazy. I start to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see, I’ve found this lost dog and I don’t have a phone with me. Can I borrow yours?” (as I motion to the black dog and plead my case in 5 seconds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me frozen with her head cocked to the side. Maybe she's a little stunned from the bright sunlight creeping into her house. But a few seconds later she shuffles off and returns with her cell phone. I look at Bear’s tag and dial the number imprinted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bear’s Mom - “Hello…” (crackle, crackle, crackle)&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “Hi, I’ve found…”&lt;br /&gt;Bear’s Mom - “Hello…” (crackle, crackle, crackle)&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “Hi, I’ve found you…” ( getting louder)&lt;br /&gt;Bear’s Mom - “Hello…can you hear me” (crackle, crackle, crackle)&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “Yes, I can hear you. Can you hear me!!!” (almost screaming)&lt;br /&gt;Bear’s Mom - “Now I can hear you. You’re quite loud.” (in a tone of frustration)&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “Hi, I’ve found your dog this morning on the main street. I wasn’t sure where you lived, but I have Bear at my friend’s house”&lt;br /&gt;Bear’s Mom - “She must have gotten out? Where is your friend’s house?” (with a little concern)&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “Near the intersection of Rose…” &lt;br /&gt;Bear’s Mom - “Oh, well I live right around the corner. What’s the address? Oh wait I’m not dressed I just got out of the shower.”&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “Well I have to walk back that way…”&lt;br /&gt;Bear’s Mom - “Great, I’ll leave my front door open and be ready by the time you get here.” (sounding somewhat more chipper)&lt;br /&gt;Rachiley - “See you…” CLICK (from Bear’s mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed the phone back and thanked my friend. She seemed delirious and will probably only remember this as a sleepwalking episode. I headed with the dogs toward Bear’s home. About 2 houses away a lady came out of her front door. This was not Bear’s mom, but the neighbor. Needless to say, the neighbor ended up escorting Bear the rest of the way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I passed by the house, the neighbor pointed at me. Bear’s mom shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Where did you find her?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned a few streets away. She shook her head, said something to Bear and continued talking to her neighbor.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And that was it. It was almost like I didn't even exist. There was no thanks, thank you or have a good day. There was just a point, a question and continuation on with whatever their discussion was about. I now realized that maybe Bear’s mom was the DIVA in question from the dog tag!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Bear’s mom didn’t seem to care what I had done, I knew I did the right thing. I would hope someone would do the same for me if Parker got out. I decided to continue my walk with Parker, but had to control myself from saying something sarcastic as I walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5817326799577534337?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5817326799577534337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=5817326799577534337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5817326799577534337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5817326799577534337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-dog.html' title='Lost Dog'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1897864580030312827</id><published>2009-06-25T11:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:23:59.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give Up On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You can ride it forever&lt;br /&gt;Go as far as you can see&lt;br /&gt;But don't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah don't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;You can drive to where ever&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever makes you free&lt;br /&gt;But don't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up me" -Graham Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure by now, many of you had given up hope that I would return to my old blogging grounds. But I sat here at the office this morning toiling away in between conference calls, troubleshooting errors and copy writing, when I started sing to myself. For those of you who know me well, this probably won't come to you as a shock. But I do occasionally startle myself when I hear something out or nowhere and catch myself (or other people catch me) signing. Today I heard Graham Colton's words in my head, "Don't give up on me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking, what a great way to reintroduce myself to the blogosphere. Please friends - "Don't give up on me!!!" I truly mean that statement.  I hope to get back in to writing more. In all fairness I’ve been writing a lot lately offline, just not online in my blog. And when I have been online, I’ll admit I’ve been lingering with the likes of Facebook and Twitter…Where as we all know these short interactions are quite fun, but  far too often don’t provide any substantial content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may ask, what have I been up to the?&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I’ve been up to a lot. Here are few highlights of what I’ve done over the last few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Death Cab For Cutie Concert w/Ra Ra Riot &amp; Cold War Kids&lt;br /&gt;- Indigo Girls Concert&lt;br /&gt;- Spring Kickball  (we are actually pretty good about 50% of the time)&lt;br /&gt;- Riding my bicycle around the city&lt;br /&gt;- Farmer’s Market, Strawberry picking and South Main Arts Fest&lt;br /&gt;- Whad’Ya Know&lt;br /&gt;- Learned about “Pay it forward”&lt;br /&gt;- Memphis Redbirds Game &amp; Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;- Hiking at Shelby Farms&lt;br /&gt;- And much, much more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that in the coming weeks I will be able to spend some quality time writing about some of the past adventures and posting some pictures.  So don’t give up on me and maybe if you stick around I could entertain you for a bit. So stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1897864580030312827?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1897864580030312827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1897864580030312827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1897864580030312827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1897864580030312827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-give-up-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up On Me'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8639475472311125207</id><published>2009-03-19T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:42:46.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Adams &amp; The Cardinals @ Minglewood Hall 3.18.09</title><content type='html'>Went to see Ryan Adams &amp; The Cardinals last night at the new &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.minglewoodhall.com/"&gt;Minglewood Hall&lt;/a&gt; here in Memphis. It was a good show, but I know a bunch of folks were probably disappointed that the set seemed rather short and there was no encore. Other people were clamoring for Ryan to play songs off &lt;a target="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whiskeytown"&gt;Whiskeytown&lt;/a&gt; or his solo albums, which was also a NO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wasn't surprised by what he played or how it ended. I was however sad that he choose not to play &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Magnolia Mountain&lt;/span&gt;. He did however play &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let It Ride&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come Pick Me Up&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to see if I can track the entire set-list down. If I do, I will post it for you all here. In the meantime, you can check out the video I shot last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/civNsKitg6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/civNsKitg6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8639475472311125207?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8639475472311125207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5005141688047128780</id><published>2009-03-05T14:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:10:38.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee &amp; TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXRVX1AKAew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXRVX1AKAew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5005141688047128780?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8019955570542404594</id><published>2009-03-03T07:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:31:13.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grapevine Fires</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271521316" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=13944601001&amp;playerId=271521316&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=441322101196727453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/441322101196727453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/441322101196727453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2009/01/up-junction.html' title='Up The Junction'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3683322602556124370</id><published>2009-01-07T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:24:09.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9GH-yvPHSY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9GH-yvPHSY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3683322602556124370?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1476048453070965477</id><published>2008-12-22T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:08:01.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road To Nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQXsuAey-NE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQXsuAey-NE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1476048453070965477?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Tina Fey &amp; Amy Poehler from SNL 9.13.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type='application/x-shockwave-flash' data='http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cd3b64ddb82bd0/48cd0cf97d529c95/be940ef3' id='W4727a250e66f972348cd3b64ddb82bd0' height='283' width='384'&gt;&lt;param value='http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48cd3b64ddb82bd0/48cd0cf97d529c95/be940ef3' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;param value='all' name='allowNetworking'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowScriptAccess'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4301093934198135529?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4301093934198135529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4301093934198135529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4301093934198135529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4301093934198135529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin-hillary-clinton-aka-tina.html' title='Sarah Palin &amp; Hillary Clinton a.k.a. Tina Fey &amp; Amy Poehler from SNL 9.13.09'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3277003177614738342</id><published>2008-09-02T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:41:46.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a photograph...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I may be having a bit too much fun today. But take a peek about what I could have looked like in an old yearbook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cnlSH-DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6KpRz967_FM/s1600-h/rk_1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cnlSH-DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6KpRz967_FM/s320/rk_1956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447376421910578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;bold&gt;1956&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cniSAoWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/InOk6f3vDKg/s1600-h/rk_1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cniSAoWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/InOk6f3vDKg/s320/rk_1960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447375616123234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;bold&gt;1960&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cnpi4ajI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-W9Czucofak/s1600-h/rk_1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cnpi4ajI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-W9Czucofak/s320/rk_1966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447377565936178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;bold&gt;1966&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cnyQs_MI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WEEkKXqlYTg/s1600-h/rk_1968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cnyQs_MI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WEEkKXqlYTg/s320/rk_1968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447379905608898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;bold&gt;1968&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cn90m8TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/V4QRjee8Faw/s1600-h/rk_1978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cn90m8TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/V4QRjee8Faw/s320/rk_1978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447383008997682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;bold&gt;1978&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3277003177614738342?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3277003177614738342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3277003177614738342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3277003177614738342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3277003177614738342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-found-photograph.html' title='I found a photograph...'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SL1cnlSH-DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6KpRz967_FM/s72-c/rk_1956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-555265150399678404</id><published>2008-08-21T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:26:50.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gumball Machine</title><content type='html'>My very own gumball machine, now resides as my desk! Yippee :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SK2Wthjrg9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WxU8lE55qGE/s1600-h/gumball_machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SK2Wthjrg9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WxU8lE55qGE/s320/gumball_machine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237007650548057042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-555265150399678404?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/555265150399678404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=555265150399678404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/555265150399678404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/555265150399678404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/08/gumball-machine.html' title='Gumball Machine'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SK2Wthjrg9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WxU8lE55qGE/s72-c/gumball_machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1055053763476396053</id><published>2008-08-15T09:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:34:32.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GROWL Memphis</title><content type='html'>So here is something that made me smile and laugh this morning. My neighborhood is very quaint and active. What I like most about my area is that it’s very runner, walker and biker friendly...Until things like Crepe Myrtle’s grow out of control and block the side walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me I know all about the Crepe Myrtle’s out of control way – mine is constantly making a mess of my car, driveway and porch. I spend more time then I care to think about trying to tame this crazy tree plus its’ flowers and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads me to my morning funny. My neighbor who lives around the corner has a Crepe Myrtle that literally took over the sidewalk. I jokingly told our mutual friend that the tree had begun to beat me up (leaving me with pink flowers entangled in my curls). To avoid the confrontation with the tree, Parker and I had decided to move to the street when we approached that block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this morning when I got a pleasant surprise &amp; note, which culminated in me smiling and laughing. See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SKWTeIBVHbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BTRSjZgzVFg/s1600-h/dear_walkers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SKWTeIBVHbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BTRSjZgzVFg/s320/dear_walkers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234752287646490034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I stood there giggling I noticed some chalk was left out, so what did I do? I wrote back of course!!! I replied, “Thanks the management “hearts” it!” and “Bonus next month!” The older couple who lives in between our houses stopped as I finished up my chalk response. They declared to me how impressed they were with my neighbor’s tree trimming efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SKWUGK2N9BI/AAAAAAAAAVA/NQ0NMkr5pBo/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SKWUGK2N9BI/AAAAAAAAAVA/NQ0NMkr5pBo/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234752975599957010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a shot of the offending tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SKWUGuQN5tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7wZ5QXf92R0/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SKWUGuQN5tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7wZ5QXf92R0/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234752985104246482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally all this got my creative juices flowing so I wrote the following fake e-mail response to my friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Peacock**,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to extend a 3 Bark salute to you this morning from GROWL Memphis*! We were notified by some nosy neighbors in your 'hood that the crepe myrtle at your residence was finally cut back allowing bikers, runners and walkers access back to Sevier from Shirlwood &amp; Philwood. Most importantly it now allows Dogs and their human companions a clear walkway to tread on their daily poop &amp; scoop outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one tested this poop path this morning with Sir Barks-A-Lot (a Beagle) &amp; Mr. Pickles (a Pomeranian) and we were quite impressed with the tree surgery. Mr. Pickles even christened the tree in his excitement. I know what you're thinking, but don't worry!!! I carry a canine fanny pack that includes doggie bags, wipes and a few innovative sprays to clean up the toughest mess (which is also available for ONLY $49.99 on the growlmemphis.org website).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you so much for trimming back the tree and allowing our four-legged brothering the privileges to "walk this way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to learn more about GROWL Memphis, make a purchase, donation, register your dog or become a resident dog walker/dog walker –in-training please visit us online @ www.growlmemphis.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Mad Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty "The Mad Dog" Beagle&lt;br /&gt;President &amp; Communications Chair&lt;br /&gt;GROWL Memphis&lt;br /&gt;www.growlmemphis.org&lt;br /&gt;growlmemphis@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;901.526.BARK&lt;br /&gt;ALPHA DOG (#31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* GROWL Memphis = Greater Residences of Wags &amp; Licks in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;**Name has been removed to protect the innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you get a chuckle out of this like I did. TGIF to all my Reeling with Rachiley readers out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1055053763476396053?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1055053763476396053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1055053763476396053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1055053763476396053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1055053763476396053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/08/growl-memphis.html' title='GROWL Memphis'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SKWTeIBVHbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BTRSjZgzVFg/s72-c/dear_walkers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5688211853342973946</id><published>2008-08-13T14:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:27:44.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Movie Script Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/77We-tPmScs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/77We-tPmScs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5688211853342973946?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5688211853342973946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=5688211853342973946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5688211853342973946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5688211853342973946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-script-ending.html' title='A Movie Script Ending'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-9089631939698396465</id><published>2008-08-07T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:24:23.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhAwA7qBdig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhAwA7qBdig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you catch me if I was falling?&lt;br /&gt;Would you answer if I was calling?&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me with my eyes closed?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw something and I don't know what to do"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-9089631939698396465?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/9089631939698396465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=9089631939698396465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/9089631939698396465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/9089631939698396465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/08/sacred-stones.html' title='Sacred Stones'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-279491876501047278</id><published>2008-08-05T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:22:34.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up &amp; Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_spu8OulbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_spu8OulbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-279491876501047278?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/279491876501047278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=279491876501047278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/279491876501047278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/279491876501047278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/08/up-away.html' title='Up &amp; Away'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4820689920336330062</id><published>2008-08-03T08:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:21:30.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie Nelson &amp; Dave Matthews Band Setlist @ Autozone Park 8.2.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SJceXYgTTMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fEMl2mPzHvI/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SJceXYgTTMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fEMl2mPzHvI/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230682879277878466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Willie Nelson and Dave Matthews Band played at Autozone Baseball park last night. It was fantastic, even if it was a super hot Memphis summer night. Here is the setlist for DMB, hopefully in the coming days I will be able to find Willie's set list too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Drink the Water &lt;br /&gt;Old Dirt Hill &lt;br /&gt;Eh Hee &lt;br /&gt;Water/Wine Jam &lt;br /&gt;Tripping Billies&lt;br /&gt;Gravedigger  (with Willie Nelson)&lt;br /&gt;The Song That Jane Likes&lt;br /&gt;Drive In Drive Out&lt;br /&gt;Burning Down The House&lt;br /&gt;#41&lt;br /&gt;So Damn Lucky&lt;br /&gt;Crash Into Me&lt;br /&gt;Corn Bread&lt;br /&gt;Sledgehammer&lt;br /&gt;Where Are You Going &lt;br /&gt;Smooth Rider&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana Bayou&lt;br /&gt;Two Step &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore:&lt;br /&gt;Sister&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Seen The Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Too Much (tease)&lt;br /&gt;Ants Marching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4820689920336330062?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4820689920336330062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4820689920336330062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4820689920336330062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4820689920336330062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/08/willie-nelson-dave-matthews-band.html' title='Willie Nelson &amp; Dave Matthews Band Setlist @ Autozone Park 8.2.08'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/SJceXYgTTMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fEMl2mPzHvI/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-826296570972958786</id><published>2008-07-31T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:54:21.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, Hope &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>In such a fast paced world sometimes we neglect the most basic things in our lives. The things that exist right in front of us – family and friends are often taken for granted. Sometimes we would rather choose to play on our blackberry, Iphone or computer then to look away from the screen for a few minutes to really treasure the things that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead we toil away on that work e-mail, proposal, game or anything else that occupies our forefront. I for one am as guilty of doing this as anyone else. I often get caught up in something from work or some emotional tie that I carry with me outside of the office (which I probably should have just check at the door). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always found it slightly refreshing though when I talked with my old manager a few jobs back. He seemed to always fret and worry about his to-do list for work, but always found solace in going home. And you could tell that he just adored his family to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, his job provided him a never ending list of tasks. But his family provided him a substance that enriched his life. His entire family bonded over music and religion. And you could just tell how his wife lit up his world. They practiced and lived the motto “Faith, Hope and Love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson is going to come into play now and in the coming days since his wife passed away from a rare blood disease. It saddens me to see him so torn apart, since I always picture him as this pillar of strength. But the way his wife lived her life touching countless other directly and indirectly with faith, hope and love will live on through him and their children. I hope that peace finds him and his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that all of us too, will find comfort in the simple things that are in front of us through faith, hope and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-826296570972958786?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/826296570972958786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=826296570972958786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/826296570972958786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/826296570972958786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/07/faith-hope-love.html' title='Faith, Hope &amp; Love'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2368940331905704311</id><published>2008-07-25T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:03:10.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See You Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsz-EeNZBkI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsz-EeNZBkI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-2368940331905704311?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2368940331905704311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2368940331905704311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2368940331905704311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2368940331905704311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/07/see-you-soon.html' title='See You Soon'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4308668831188533357</id><published>2008-07-24T06:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:48:31.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay  Set List @ The United Center 7.22.08</title><content type='html'>This concert was absolutely AMAZING...I was so blown away by the music and the event Coldplay created, that's all I've got to say for the moment. Here is the set list from the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life In Technicolor&lt;br /&gt;Violet Hill&lt;br /&gt;Clocks&lt;br /&gt;In My Place&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;42&lt;br /&gt;Fix You&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Swing&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Sleep Chant (side stage)&lt;br /&gt;God Put A Smile Upon Your Face (side stage/techno version)&lt;br /&gt;Speed Of Sound&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Lost!&lt;br /&gt;Lost! (repeated for video)&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist (Acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;Death Will Never Conquer (Will - Acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politik&lt;br /&gt;Lovers In Japan&lt;br /&gt;Death And All His Friends&lt;br /&gt;The Escapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Eyes (Chris &amp; Will acoustic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4308668831188533357?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4308668831188533357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4308668831188533357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4308668831188533357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4308668831188533357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/07/coldplay-set-list-united-center-72208.html' title='Coldplay  Set List @ The United Center 7.22.08'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8592406606440352151</id><published>2008-07-08T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:19:17.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Not Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u3GmxgJeg48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u3GmxgJeg48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8592406606440352151?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8592406606440352151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8592406606440352151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8592406606440352151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8592406606440352151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-over.html' title='I’m Not Over'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1146237287223669489</id><published>2008-06-05T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:51:59.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.M. @ RedRocks 6.3.08 Setlist</title><content type='html'>Just rolled back in from Colorado and there will be more details, photos to follow, but here is R.E.M.'s Setlist from Red Rocks, Tuesday, June 3, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Well's the Best Revenge&lt;br /&gt;What's the Frequency, Kenneth?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Occupation&lt;br /&gt;Ignoreland&lt;br /&gt;Man Sized Wreath&lt;br /&gt;World Leader Pretend&lt;br /&gt;Accelerate&lt;br /&gt;Cuyahoga&lt;br /&gt;Hollow Man&lt;br /&gt;Walk Unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Houston&lt;br /&gt;Electrolite&lt;br /&gt;The One I Love&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Gravity's Pull&lt;br /&gt;Departure&lt;br /&gt;Final Straw&lt;br /&gt;I've Been High&lt;br /&gt;Let Me In&lt;br /&gt;Horse to Water&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;Orange Crush&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore:&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural Superserious&lt;br /&gt;These Days&lt;br /&gt;Losing My Religion&lt;br /&gt;Fall On Me&lt;br /&gt;Man On The Moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1146237287223669489?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1146237287223669489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1146237287223669489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1146237287223669489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1146237287223669489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/06/rem-redrocks-6308-setlist.html' title='R.E.M. @ RedRocks 6.3.08 Setlist'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6311588429271878091</id><published>2008-05-27T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:05:26.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin City Limits</title><content type='html'>Years ago (ok - during high school), my friends and I would rush home on Saturday evenings to catch SNL. Those days have come and gone with the introduction of things like beer, darts, board games and a great little invention known as a DVR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I now love coming home to on Saturday nights? No, it's not Mr. Wonderful. I enjoy coming home to catch Austin City Limits (or my DVR’d version of it) on the &lt;a target=new href="http://www.wkno.org/"&gt;Memphis local PBS – WKNO&lt;/a&gt;. What makes it even sweeter is when it's one of my favorite bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of &lt;a target=new href="http://www.aclfestival.com/default.aspx"&gt;Austin City Limits&lt;/a&gt; is that they showcase music inside and out. And there is always a wide variety of artists willing to showcase their new and old tunes. Plus they are very good about featuring artists who are on the cusp of being discovered by a mass audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m not in favor of looking weeks ahead to see who will be featured on Austin City Limits. Instead I choose to be pleasantly surprised when I tune into ACL and someone like R.E.M. (who was featured on Saturday) just happens to be playing! Or a new artist is showcased and somehow they really make my ears perk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re a music fanatic, enjoy the occasional good tune or just interested in catching a show you might not see in your local area. I would suggest you make Austin City Limits a destination since they’ve been serving up a solid musical fare since 1975.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6311588429271878091?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6311588429271878091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6311588429271878091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6311588429271878091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6311588429271878091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/05/austin-city-limits.html' title='Austin City Limits'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3271709688488829627</id><published>2008-05-07T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:18:03.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the matter Colonel Sandurz? Chicken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HB7tc9pVvYg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HB7tc9pVvYg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3271709688488829627?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3271709688488829627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3271709688488829627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3271709688488829627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3271709688488829627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-matter-colonel-sandurz-chicken.html' title='What&apos;s the matter Colonel Sandurz? Chicken?'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2882886938170160446</id><published>2008-04-08T06:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:53:18.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 KU Basketball Champions</title><content type='html'>Seriously I woke up this morning still in awe of the KU victory. I've been dreaming &amp;amp; cheering with college pals about KU winning a national title since I was a freshman...And I literally watched our hopes fade away each March. It particularly hurt in '97 when I was a sophomore in Lawrence and we lost to Arizona (who ended up winning the championship) after an almost perfect season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, we kept on cheering. My friends and I joined our cheers with my sister and her KU friends in '02 (Maryland - sadly I watched us self destruct in person in ATL) &amp;amp; '03 (Syracuse - where I heard an earful from a close friend) as we lost in the final 4 back-to-back. And then we saw Roy leave in abrupt matter to go back to UNC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the arrival of Bill Self we continued to win, but had a little trouble cracking anything above the elite 8 (but we were still happy making the tourney). That was until now…The KU season started out great! We seemed to be pacing one of my other favorite teams – Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Memphis kept winning and KU could never secure the #1 as we dropped games to K-State (bitterness), Texas and Oklahoma State. I argued with my friends in Memphis. I was practically begging to see a KU vs. Memphis match-up in January &amp;amp; February as the smack-talk flew about who which team was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the road to the final 4 paved the way for my ideal match-up KU vs. Memphis to become a reality. And I have to say the victory was both thrilling and bittersweet.  I’m not sure a writer could have predicted a better script for this year’s tourney. I'm proud to be a Jayhawk and a KU alum. But honestly I was sad how my hometown, family and friends became a bit deflated after the loss. Hopefully as time passes we can all look back and just reminisce about what an amazing game the championship was… I know I will remember it fondly. ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK, GO KU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS – I’m going to have trouble waiting around another 7 months until basketball season to start-up again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8laAlpFy57Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8laAlpFy57Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/20480836-2882886938170160446?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2882886938170160446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2882886938170160446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2882886938170160446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2882886938170160446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/04/2008-ku-basketball-champions.html' title='2008 KU Basketball Champions'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2376980253179505252</id><published>2008-03-25T16:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:29:08.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Possess Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R-l2vBg_npI/AAAAAAAAARM/SiHATYTSS6I/s1600-h/boxesweb.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181803396499218066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R-l2vBg_npI/AAAAAAAAARM/SiHATYTSS6I/s320/boxesweb.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught the new Death Cab for a Cutie song, “I Will Possess Your Heart” on XM radio yesterday on the way into the office. Gosh, it’s just so darn good…I “heart” Ben Gibbard, so I immediately pre-ordered Narrow Stairs album on iTunes and got the single. It’s definitely the highlight of my week thus far and I can’t wait until May 13th to check out the rest of album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq-yP7mb8UE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq-yP7mb8UE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-2376980253179505252?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2376980253179505252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2376980253179505252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2376980253179505252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2376980253179505252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-possess-your-heart.html' title='I Will Possess Your Heart'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R-l2vBg_npI/AAAAAAAAARM/SiHATYTSS6I/s72-c/boxesweb.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4300907707064668869</id><published>2008-03-10T13:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:51:06.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Break for Spring Break? Not Quite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R9WBQAzPGjI/AAAAAAAAARE/nH22fG8J52g/s1600-h/snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R9WBQAzPGjI/AAAAAAAAARE/nH22fG8J52g/s320/snow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176185458825042482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here you can see my reaction after I stepped in (what seemed like) a foot of snow and got smacked upside the head with a snowball. Funny I'm not in Colorado or Vermont. And I wasn't even on ski trip somewhere for spring break. This all took place last Friday here in Memphis. Seriously, can you believe it snowed here in March?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4300907707064668869?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4300907707064668869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4300907707064668869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4300907707064668869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4300907707064668869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/03/ski-break-for-spring-break-not-quite.html' title='Ski Break for Spring Break? Not Quite...'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R9WBQAzPGjI/AAAAAAAAARE/nH22fG8J52g/s72-c/snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3737310491796345998</id><published>2008-03-06T16:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:34:37.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5zFsy9VIdM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5zFsy9VIdM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker started singing about a psycho flower, which got me thinking about this Talking Heads song. Now I keep having the "fa's" going through my head...Please someone stop me from singing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Psycho Killer&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce que c'est&lt;br /&gt;fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better&lt;br /&gt;Run run run run run run run away&lt;br /&gt;Psycho Killer&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce que c'est&lt;br /&gt;fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better&lt;br /&gt;Run run run run run run run away"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3737310491796345998?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3737310491796345998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3737310491796345998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3737310491796345998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3737310491796345998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/03/psycho-killer.html' title='Psycho Killer'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-7974797591517221507</id><published>2008-03-04T07:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:47:43.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Well-Traveled Check</title><content type='html'>I received a check a few weeks back. In the span between then and now, I somehow misplaced it. The reality of the situation was that I did not misplace the check. I had lost the check! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I began to retrace my steps, I truly believed that I lost it at Wild Oats or somewhere along the path back to my house.  Like the saying goes, "easy come, easy go."  Until I picked up my parent's mail yesterday. Someone at the Kroger on Mendenhall found my check, put it an envelope and returned it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the kindness of a stranger, the story of the well-traveled check ends up in my favor. And that check will soon become money in the bank!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-7974797591517221507?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7974797591517221507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=7974797591517221507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7974797591517221507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7974797591517221507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-traveled-check.html' title='The Well-Traveled Check'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6496780971277356916</id><published>2008-03-03T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:26:09.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone for Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AizvdIO-evc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AizvdIO-evc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6496780971277356916?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6496780971277356916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6496780971277356916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6496780971277356916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6496780971277356916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/03/gone-for-good.html' title='Gone for Good'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-868542035852507176</id><published>2008-02-26T16:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:33:58.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Silverman vs. Jimmy Kimmel</title><content type='html'>Sarah and Jimmy have been keeping me in stiches over the last week with their on-air antics. If you haven't please check out their videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnVJZkDuVBM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"I'm F*cking Matt Damon"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGa29kPBbp4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGa29kPBbp4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"I'm F*cking Ben Affleck"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-868542035852507176?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/868542035852507176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=868542035852507176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/868542035852507176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/868542035852507176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/sarah-silverman-vs-jimmy-kimmel.html' title='Sarah Silverman vs. Jimmy Kimmel'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8977406172268297036</id><published>2008-02-24T07:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:51:43.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KU vs. UCLA - 12.2.95 - Rock Chalking Old School</title><content type='html'>This was hands down the best basketball game I ever saw at Allen Fieldhouse and probably my entire time at KU, if not ever*.  It was my freshman year and I lived across the street from the Fieldhouse. I remember walking over with my friends really early on a chilly December morning to meet up with some other friends who had been camping out for us for seats since we got back from Thanksgiving. We ended up with prime seat selection under the basket for this showdown between these two historic basketball programs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kansas Jayhawks' started Jacque Vaughn, Paul Pierce, Raef LaFrentz, Scot Pollard and Jerod "Floor Burns" Haase against the defending national champion UCLA Bruins. I couldn’t contain my excitement as the game progressed. It was certainly chilly outside, but things were definitely heating up in the “Phog.” KU came back from being 19 down to beat UCLA (for the first time) by 15. It was probably one of my most favorite memories of KU and KU Basketball! So please watch and enjoy (and maybe you can find the Freshman me too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="370" id="viddler_kevbo9_1"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/20d824b7/" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/20d824b7/" width="437" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="viddler_kevbo9_1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*This could be my favorite basketball moment, but I have to admit going to the Final 4 (even when we lost) was a pretty darn good experience too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8977406172268297036?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8977406172268297036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8977406172268297036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8977406172268297036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8977406172268297036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/ku-vs-ucla-12295-rock-chalking-old.html' title='KU vs. UCLA - 12.2.95 - Rock Chalking Old School'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5990354158352084942</id><published>2008-02-21T07:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:41:51.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Kind of Life</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting conversation yesterday with one of my oldest friends. Typically I make it a habit not to share these conversations in my blog, but I have to say I’m actually quite impressed at the challenge she and her boyfriend are about to embark on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy and Gordon* have announced yesterday that they are going vegetarian for 30 days. And if it works out during the trial period it might become a permanent life style change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known Wendy has been reading a book called the &lt;a target=new href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/01/books/01skin.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin"&gt;“Skinny Bitch”&lt;/a&gt; because we’ve had some discussion about it at length. The book, which is on/was on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt; bestseller list, definitely provides a controversial approach/discussion to diets and veganism. But whatever your personal stance on the situation may be in regards to the book, it makes people think (which is half the battle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book and living a healthy lifestyle was enough to inspire them both to take a chance. So yesterday they made it official! Wendy and Gordon are ready to try out this lifestyle (vegetarian not complete veganism). And Wendy had just completed the grocery shopping to prove it. Funny, I see many more trips to Whole Foods/Wild Oats in their future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully they might allow me in the future to report again on their progress and challenges as they face the world as newly inducted vegetarians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*The names have been changed to hide their identity, which allows me to blog about it with permission! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5990354158352084942?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5990354158352084942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=5990354158352084942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5990354158352084942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5990354158352084942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/veggie-kind-of-life.html' title='Veggie Kind of Life'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1126384248807082336</id><published>2008-02-20T13:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:40:57.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoothies, Movies, Hoops and a Total Lunar Eclipse (of the heart)</title><content type='html'>I’ve picked up a bad habit at work the last few weeks. It involves me having lunch with some co-workers at tropical smoothie across the street. It’s usually the same crowd, but the topics rarely change. Usually the following occurs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt;Debate over what to get - should I have a Blimey Limey or a Toucan Delight smoothie today? Do you think I can go for breakfast wrap still or should I settle with a popeye’s favorite? Hey – do you think we will be charged for this meal now or next month*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt;Someone starts quoting from the likes of &lt;em&gt;Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, Spaceballs, The Three Amigos&lt;/em&gt; and more…Then a debate ensues about a quote or a character which means someone has to pull their blackberry and prove they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt;A heated discussion involving college basketball is a given on each and every trip. Usually there is a discussion centered around the merits of KU vs Memphis Basketball (which means I’m usually outnumbered). But we will always round out the conversation by talking about Mississippi State, Tennessee, IU, Duke, UNC and Texas. Specifically we love chatting about the coaching smack talk – ya know Roy vs. Coach K., Bobby Knight retiring the team to his son or when will Kelvin Sampson get his walking papers… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt;At least one educational tidbit is inspired by the plethora of flat screens located in Tropical Smoothie. Today’s discussion revolved around space, specifically because we will experience a Total Lunar Eclipse tonight. Previous weeks we were obsessed over politics and super bowl predictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, where these conversations start, skew and lead to are up to anyone at the table.   But these tropical smoothie lunches definitely provide a stimulating lunch hour away from the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my post tropical smoothie playlist for your enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Pot Kettle Black – Wilco&lt;br /&gt;2. You You You You You– The 6ths&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is Beautiful – Vega 4&lt;br /&gt;4. Howl – Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;br /&gt;5. Ache for You – Ben Lee&lt;br /&gt;6. Friends – Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;7. Hope – Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;8. Magic In The Air – Badly Drawn Boy&lt;br /&gt;9. Bullet Proof…I Wish I Was – Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;10. Bring On the Night – The Police&lt;br /&gt;11. #41 – Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;12. Moonlight Drive – The Doors&lt;br /&gt;13. A Bad Dream – Keane&lt;br /&gt;14. Safe European Home – The Clash&lt;br /&gt;15. Swallowed In the Sea – Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS – Maybe one day soon (when the temp rises) we will travel to tropical smoothie on a short walk, thus reducing our carbon footprint :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Tropical Smoothie had an issue with their credit card batching process, which somehow reflected in most charges showing up on our statements in February. Guess this is a trial an error process when you open a new store, but I’m thinking we need a free smoothie for the inconvenience.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1126384248807082336?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1126384248807082336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1126384248807082336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1126384248807082336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1126384248807082336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/smoothies-movies-hoops-and-total-lunar.html' title='Smoothies, Movies, Hoops and a Total Lunar Eclipse (of the heart)'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8686978925303411163</id><published>2008-02-17T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:50:36.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Well Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/18LSGrzPoek&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/18LSGrzPoek&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8686978925303411163?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8686978925303411163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8686978925303411163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8686978925303411163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8686978925303411163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleep-well-tonight.html' title='Sleep Well Tonight'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6561811005120336016</id><published>2008-02-14T00:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:26:11.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigo Girls Revisited</title><content type='html'>The Indigo Girls returned last night to play the Rose Theater at the University of Memphis. The venue is kind of small (for a theater), which made the setting very intimate. The music was crisp and vibrant. I was glad to see both Amy &amp;amp; Emily return to Memphis instead of canceling the concert out right, like a lot of musicians do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the 5th time I've seen the Indigo Girls perform live and they always leave me wanting more. They just consistently put on a good live show. They balanced out their set with old and new tunes. And I love how they constantly say, "Thanks Y'all" after every song. I was a little bummed that they skipped out on a few songs I wanted to hear, but I guess those are the breaks...no worries, I sang them to myself as I fell asleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ianm2Wf0z7k" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Power of Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the complete set list from the Memphis show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yield&lt;br /&gt;Pendulum Swinger&lt;br /&gt;Become You&lt;br /&gt;Hammer &amp; Nail&lt;br /&gt;Three County Highway&lt;br /&gt;Power of Two&lt;br /&gt;Ozilline w/ Michelle Malone&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright&lt;br /&gt;Dairy Queen&lt;br /&gt;Let It Be Me&lt;br /&gt;Shame On You w/ Michelle Malone on harmonica&lt;br /&gt;Get Out The Map w/ Michelle Malone&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;You &amp; Me of the 10,000 Wars&lt;br /&gt;Jonas &amp; Ezekial&lt;br /&gt;Least Complicated&lt;br /&gt;Money Made You Mean&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Rottentale&lt;br /&gt;Closer to Fine w/ Michelle Malone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encore:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone Again w/ Michelle Malone&lt;br /&gt;Galileo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6561811005120336016?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6561811005120336016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6561811005120336016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6561811005120336016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6561811005120336016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/indigo-girls-revisited.html' title='Indigo Girls Revisited'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2367663548377667492</id><published>2008-02-13T07:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:43:56.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate Universe</title><content type='html'>I've been living in an alternate universe the past few days. Mainly due to the fact that I've been achy and cranky with some sort flu like symptoms. It's almost like I've been in mirage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few days my co-worker seems to be exercising and working at the same time. She has gotten me into the stupid habit of sitting on the ball when she is in meetings. Check it out, how can you resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R7LuOUfhM-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ev0tnXl12nI/s1600-h/021108_09232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R7LuOUfhM-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ev0tnXl12nI/s320/021108_09232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166453652333868002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to top things off KU lost to Texas on Big Monday. It was quite a sad evening, but what saddened me the most was Parker’s loyalty. Sitting with the longhorn faithful….please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R7LuPEfhM_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Fjiuw68zghU/s1600-h/021108_21521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R7LuPEfhM_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Fjiuw68zghU/s320/021108_21521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166453665218769906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-2367663548377667492?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2367663548377667492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2367663548377667492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2367663548377667492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2367663548377667492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/alternate-universe.html' title='Alternate Universe'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R7LuOUfhM-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ev0tnXl12nI/s72-c/021108_09232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-312806768616644629</id><published>2008-02-11T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:03:58.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9M-5OVSvDY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9M-5OVSvDY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great tune by The Tragically Hip. It's soft, sweet and a bit somber. I guess it kind of reflects my current mood. I rediscovered this song off a mix cd that I found last week from an old friend (i think the cd was given to me about 6 years ago). I've been listening to it on and off the past few days, but it was a perfect back drop for driving around and running a few morning errands on Saturday. This song however, just seems to evoke a lot and I love the following lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"maybe I'll go to New York,&lt;br /&gt;I'll drag you there&lt;br /&gt;you said, "no one drags me&lt;br /&gt;anywhere"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it diminish your&lt;br /&gt;super-capacity to love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-312806768616644629?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/312806768616644629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=312806768616644629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/312806768616644629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/312806768616644629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/flamenco.html' title='Flamenco'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-823122861285376347</id><published>2008-02-07T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:09:26.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep The Clock Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUpG6TPTyGY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUpG6TPTyGY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And the puzzle will last till somebody will say&lt;br /&gt;"there's a lot to be done while your head is still young"&lt;br /&gt;If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind&lt;br /&gt;Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-823122861285376347?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/823122861285376347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=823122861285376347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/823122861285376347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/823122861285376347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleep-clock-around.html' title='Sleep The Clock Around'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5529192476899961051</id><published>2008-02-06T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:54:39.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of Wheatgrass</title><content type='html'>This morning I ran into Wild Oats on the way to the office to get a smoothie. I usually reserve the fruit smoothie as a treat to myself when I'm not working or after a workout, but today I was feeling a little blue and it’s still so gray/gloomy from the storms last night. So I decided what the heck - Mango Colada time it is!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for my smoothie and walked up to the bar, where they prepared my drink. While I was standing there a very chipper guy (another customer) started talking to me. He was getting his daily wheatgrass &amp; juice fix. Here is a bit of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wheatgrass Guy: “Hi, good morning to ya!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Umm, hi…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheatgrass Guy: “What are you getting?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “The mango smoothie…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheatgrass Guy: “Ohh, that’s good.  Have you ever had a wheatgrass shot?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Umm, nope…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheatgrass Guy: “Well they are great for you. It helps your heart, improves your digestion, fights cancer…It’s pretty much good for well everything”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “It’s grass.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheatgrass Guy: “You should try one. I’d like to buy this lady a wheatgrass shot. Make me another. Will you please try it?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeded to spend another few minutes convincing me of the benefits of the daily wheatgrass usage and that I might actually like it. I finally just gave in and drank the darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then my smoothie order was up, I thanked the Wheatgrass Guy who said, “No problem, off to work, have a good day!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then put on his headphones and walked out. I probably had a very puzzled look on my face as I started to sip my smoothie, because the silence was broken by the guy behind the Juice bar. The juice bar guy said, “Rachel, you two are both in here enough that I’m sure you will see him around again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was just another chance encounter that makes up a composite of my life. And now I’m left thinking about the wonders of wheatgrass, this weird after taste and the randomness of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5529192476899961051?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5529192476899961051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=5529192476899961051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5529192476899961051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5529192476899961051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/wonders-of-wheatgrass.html' title='Wonders of Wheatgrass'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6485596113142043954</id><published>2008-02-05T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:34:18.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Tuesday/Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone, of legal age of course, is taking advantage of their opportunity to go out and vote today. Times like today are some folks only chance to voice their opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black or White, Right Wing or Left Wing, Jewish or Christian it doesn't matter; the choice is left up to you and your vote. Sometimes the candidate you back wins, sometimes they lose. But at least you are allowed to be a part of the process, which isn't the case for many folks around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been exercising my right to vote since 1995 and hope to continue to be able to cast a vote as long as I can read the ballot. I followed the election for work in 2000 when I worked for a newspaper, which nearly burned me out on politics forever. But I surprised myself by helping campaign for a candidate a bit in 2004. Like I said before, the process intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, I encourage you to vote today. &lt;a target=new href="http://politics.nytimes.com/election-guide/2008/candidates/index.html"&gt;Research, read and learn &lt;/a&gt;about who you think would work best for you and your community. And rock the vote – it literally takes about 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS – Some people fondly call today Super Tuesday (for the election), but it also coincides with Fat Tuesday this year…Ahh to be gluttonous and partake in some Mardi Gras action today. A king cake, some bead tossing and a few adult libations.  Definitely a better way to spend the day, instead of being cooped up behind a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6i5e2soJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/NlTx265rUqc/s1600-h/020508_13231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6i5e2soJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/NlTx265rUqc/s320/020508_13231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163580912510183378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6485596113142043954?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6485596113142043954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6485596113142043954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6485596113142043954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6485596113142043954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-tuesdayfat-tuesday.html' title='Super Tuesday/Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6i5e2soJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/NlTx265rUqc/s72-c/020508_13231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-179479855891516866</id><published>2008-02-01T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:12:09.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigo Girls Postponed</title><content type='html'>I'd been excited all week for 2 days of Music. First seeing Band of Horses and the following day the Indigo Girls. Unfortunately my musical evening ran dry last night. As my friends and I were eating dinner we were informed that the show had been cancelled. At first I was choosing not to believe it, but as word spread like wildfire throughout the restaurant, I realized this was no hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t stop us from driving up to U of Memphis campus to see the signs for ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6MjcWsoJ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/8vzEkeBm7TE/s1600-h/013108_20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6MjcWsoJ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/8vzEkeBm7TE/s320/013108_20012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162008567932790690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed, but seriously why does SPE look so darn chipper? Whatever the case may be we will now have to revisit this topic on 2.13.08. And I hope Amy feels better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6Mm1GsoJ7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/85rZuBYKcvg/s1600-h/013108_20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6Mm1GsoJ7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/85rZuBYKcvg/s320/013108_20011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162012291669436338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-179479855891516866?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/179479855891516866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=179479855891516866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/179479855891516866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/179479855891516866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/02/indigo-girls-postponed.html' title='Indigo Girls Postponed'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6MjcWsoJ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/8vzEkeBm7TE/s72-c/013108_20012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1426254536849278193</id><published>2008-01-31T11:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T03:34:56.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Of Horses</title><content type='html'>What can I say...I'm still blown away by the Band of Horses show I went to last night at the Hi-Tone. Great Music. Great People. Great Fun. Best of all the show was $13. It's probably the best live music bargain I've gotten in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know I've been raving about the Band of Horses over the last few months. That or maybe I've just inundated you with some of their songs. But really I can't help but gush over them. I just can't help but to sing along! I love sound and the lyrics. And every time I spin either album I discover that I don't want to tune them out or skip a song. So they've become a heavy favorite in my rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus they put on one heck of a live show, even with all the bearded/mountain men in attendance or performing. Here is a short clip from last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytxHbgrBnk4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in the coming days I will be able to provide a complete playlist. Until then you will have to suffice with my memory of them playing some of my favorites like &lt;em&gt;Ode To LRC, No One's Gonna Love You , The Great Salt Lake, The Funeral &amp;amp; Cigarettes, Wedding Bands&lt;/em&gt;. Plus they sprinkled in a Chicago &amp;amp; CCR cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6Q41WsoJ8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/FNUYUiOd-6k/s1600-h/435742372209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6Q41WsoJ8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/FNUYUiOd-6k/s320/435742372209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162313562150414274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would highly recommend listening to a few Band of Horses tunes or seeing them live. They will not disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Yes, the prospect of some good tunes really did ease my pain about KU's lost to K-State.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1426254536849278193?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1426254536849278193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1426254536849278193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1426254536849278193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1426254536849278193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/01/band-of-horses.html' title='Band Of Horses'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R6Q41WsoJ8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/FNUYUiOd-6k/s72-c/435742372209_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1767209442589500539</id><published>2008-01-26T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:41:34.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspector Rachiley</title><content type='html'>One of my coworkers is always coming into the office with fantastic hats, boots and coats. Her style is very natural, playful and funky, yet always professional. Ahh let's just call her hip, fashion corporate barbie. Anyway, she comes in daily with always one piece that attracts attention. Actually most folks in my office have a very good since of style. And because we all sit so close, a lot of discussion seems to ensue about clothes, hair, celebrity gossip, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I decided that maybe, just maybe despite my wacky hair that I could partake in this hat craze. Especially since it's been so darn cold as of late. So here I am below attempting to try on one of fc barbie's hats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R5tPRWsoJ5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/USjOThHCVc4/s1600-h/012508_09092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R5tPRWsoJ5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/USjOThHCVc4/s320/012508_09092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159804957652166546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;GO Rach GO!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I'm not ready to pull off that fashion trend like that since I look more like inspector gadget - the tacky khaki trench coat...Maybe I'll just stick to the conversations celebrity gossip, books, movies and music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1767209442589500539?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1767209442589500539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1767209442589500539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1767209442589500539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1767209442589500539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/01/inspector-rachiley.html' title='Inspector Rachiley'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R5tPRWsoJ5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/USjOThHCVc4/s72-c/012508_09092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4638504930186323960</id><published>2008-01-16T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:53:42.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children’s Benadryl – Grape Flavored!</title><content type='html'>I’m sitting at my desk this afternoon hopped up on Children’s grape chewable Benadryl tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R45_J0cXgqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VAAlig4ZmHQ/s1600-h/prod_benadryl_childchew_lg.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156198430058971810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R45_J0cXgqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VAAlig4ZmHQ/s320/prod_benadryl_childchew_lg.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may be asking yourself two questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Why the need for Benadryl?&lt;br /&gt;2. And if you do need Benadryl, why the need for the children’s chewable format?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I had an allergic reaction yesterday, which could have been caused by a multitude of irritants none of which I can firmly pinpoint. But what remains is an itchy rash all over my upper torso area. Lucky me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I have a very sensitive palate and honestly sometimes I feel the chewables are much more user friendly. And trust me friends when you are itchy, cranky and don’t want to take any medication you do things to fool yourself. Even if that means taking a children’s tablet. And let’s be honest I’m really a big kid at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all serious though, I’m currently in one of those weird phases of being sleepy with a slight hint of edginess caused by the Benadryl. I’m pretty sure working is probably not one of my wiser moves after having a reaction, but I felt the need to come in and try to wrap up paperwork on a time-sensitive project. So here I am now sitting, waiting (for the paperwork to be routed back to me) and reading the back of the box of Benadryl which warns me about the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*marked drowsiness may occur&lt;br /&gt;*excitability may occur, especially in small children&lt;br /&gt;*be careful when driving a motor vehicle or operating machinery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe I should stop reading the back of this box and head home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, here are my first 10 songs that came blaring from my Ipod after I took my last dose of children’s chewables:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. The Time of Times – Badly Drawn Boy&lt;br /&gt;2. Just Tonight – Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;3. You Might Think – The Cars&lt;br /&gt;4. Night Drive – The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;5. L.A. Woman – The Doors&lt;br /&gt;6. Panic-Oh! – Los Abandoned&lt;br /&gt;7. So Much Work – Pete Yorn&lt;br /&gt;8. Geek USA - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;9. 5 Times Out of 100 – Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;10. Take It On The Run – REO Speedwagon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4638504930186323960?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4638504930186323960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4638504930186323960' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4638504930186323960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4638504930186323960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/01/childrens-benadryl-grape-flavored.html' title='Children’s Benadryl – Grape Flavored!'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R45_J0cXgqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/VAAlig4ZmHQ/s72-c/prod_benadryl_childchew_lg.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5366886950000930874</id><published>2008-01-14T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:20:20.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Chalking on Big Monday/Mark Lives in Ikea</title><content type='html'>Work today was absolutely insane. You know how some of those Mondays can feel, right? I literally felt like I packed in 4 days of work into 1.  So by the time I left the office, I could have sworn it was Wednesday or Thursday. With no inking of the actual day I came home and started chillaxin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden my phone started blowing up. Who could it be? To my surprise it was KU Crider rolling in the STL. She was on her way to the watch the Big Monday game with the rest of the KU Alums in the area. I had completely forgotten that tonight was the KU vs. OU match-up.  Thanks for the reminder Crider, I'm so ready to Rock Chalk, Jayhawk KU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news it's been a while since I last posted and a lot has happened. KU beat VT in the FedEx Orange Bowl (hey maybe we can be a football school too). I'm currently addicted to Scrabulous. I'm way excited to go see the Band of Horses concert at the end of this month. And did I mention KU Basketball is on...Seriously, could life get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final thought for the evening before I turn my full attention to college basketball. Over the weekend I came across the report about &lt;a target=new href="http://marklivesinikea.com/"&gt;Mark Malkoff experiment living in Ikea&lt;/a&gt;. This guy is hysterical! You may remember that over the summer when he visited &lt;a target=new href="http://www.171starbucks.com/"&gt;171 Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; in NYC in just under 24 hours. Well now he's taking refuge in Ikea and making me laugh. So if you have time check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3S5s3EITcQ&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3S5s3EITcQ&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: HAPPY BIG MONDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5366886950000930874?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5366886950000930874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=5366886950000930874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5366886950000930874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5366886950000930874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/01/rock-chalking-on-big-mondaymark-lives.html' title='Rock Chalking on Big Monday/Mark Lives in Ikea'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3486074291043789662</id><published>2008-01-04T13:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:20:26.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amersterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQTqyTQFd-s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQTqyTQFd-s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3486074291043789662?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3486074291043789662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3486074291043789662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3486074291043789662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3486074291043789662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/01/amersterdam.html' title='Amersterdam'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-9128194412534568975</id><published>2008-01-02T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:24:59.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>So 2008 has officially rolled in! I’m just so darn exuberant for the New Year. I can hardly contain myself...Yippee 2008…Can’t you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R3wPI0cXgpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qB9L5O578pY/s1600-h/010208_13401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R3wPI0cXgpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qB9L5O578pY/s320/010208_13401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151008717995999890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I wanted to be official and all I would try to recount my accomplishments from 2007 before allowing you to peek into my goals for 2008. Unfortunately, my legal council has advised me against releasing my reactions to the previous year or promoting my resolutions for this year*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I hope you all can find a way to personally reflect the sorrows, joys and accomplishments that you received in 2007. And hopefully 2008 will shine a light of&lt;br /&gt;happiness and success on all the roads that you choose to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime here are first few songs spewed out my Ipod this morning when I got to work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Cigarettes, Wedding Bands  - Band of Horses&lt;br /&gt;2. On Earth – The Sundays&lt;br /&gt;3. Candy Everybody Wants – 10,000 Maniacs&lt;br /&gt;4. Love Me Two Times – The Doors&lt;br /&gt;5. One I Love – Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;6. Tomorrow Comes – Edie Brickell&lt;br /&gt;7. Fake Frowns – Death Cab for a Cutie&lt;br /&gt;8. Bodysnatchers – Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;9. Way to Blue – Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;10. Maze – Phish&lt;br /&gt;11. Something Pretty – Patrick Park&lt;br /&gt;12. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing – Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;13. My Happiness – Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;14. Cryin’ – Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;15. Go On Ahead – Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;16. Jokerman – Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl – Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;18. Sweetest Thing – U2&lt;br /&gt;19. Back On The Chain Gang – The Pretenders&lt;br /&gt;20. Anyone Else But You – The Moldy Peaches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a calm way to shuffle into the New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*This will make me compliant with ISO 9000/Six Sigma/Performance Evaluation Standards for 2008, etc…and will reduce my liability on any past, present or future claims in regards to defaulted resolutions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-9128194412534568975?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/9128194412534568975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=9128194412534568975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/9128194412534568975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/9128194412534568975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008!!!'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/R3wPI0cXgpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qB9L5O578pY/s72-c/010208_13401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5742887366959745604</id><published>2007-12-26T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:35:08.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MaHFUE_eT8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MaHFUE_eT8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night&lt;br /&gt;It's time I got back to the good life&lt;br /&gt;It's time I got back, it's time I got back&lt;br /&gt;'n I don't even know how I got off the track"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a new mix cd and rediscovered this track. What a great song and totally makes me want to rock out, dance and laugh all at the same time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5742887366959745604?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5742887366959745604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=5742887366959745604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5742887366959745604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5742887366959745604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-life.html' title='The Good Life'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6870416617558796684</id><published>2007-12-18T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:47:12.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0EwGB6P8ZiA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0EwGB6P8ZiA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6870416617558796684?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6870416617558796684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6870416617558796684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6870416617558796684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6870416617558796684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/12/open-your-eyes.html' title='Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3203750987475423422</id><published>2007-12-11T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:48:14.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Season TV Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJ55Ir2jCxk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJ55Ir2jCxk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3203750987475423422?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3203750987475423422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3203750987475423422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3203750987475423422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3203750987475423422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/12/mid-season-tv-hiatus.html' title='Mid-Season TV Hiatus'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-7421574387469274369</id><published>2007-12-10T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:13:34.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orange</title><content type='html'>I've been reading quite a bit as of late. I've picked up books again that I’ve tried several times to complete with no avail. And I’ve feverishly rediscovered books that I had trouble putting down after my first passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend and I have even been engaging in something I haven't tackled since college – a literary dialogue.  It’s been really refreshing to become infused with ideas from new authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a poem I found last week by Wendy Cope that really pulled me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Wendy Cope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunchtime I bought a huge orange&lt;br /&gt;The size of it made us all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave -&lt;br /&gt;They got quarters and I had a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that orange it made me so happy,&lt;br /&gt;As ordinary things often do&lt;br /&gt;Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park&lt;br /&gt;This is peace and contentment. It's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;I did all my jobs on my list&lt;br /&gt;And enjoyed them and had some time over.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I'm glad I exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Wendy Cope (1992), &lt;em&gt;Serious Concerns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-7421574387469274369?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7421574387469274369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=7421574387469274369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7421574387469274369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7421574387469274369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/12/orange.html' title='The Orange'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8216208859271285894</id><published>2007-12-03T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:24:45.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No One's Gonna Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_D04LD_UsaU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_D04LD_UsaU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8216208859271285894?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8216208859271285894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8216208859271285894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8216208859271285894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8216208859271285894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/12/band-of-horses-no-ones-gonna-love-you.html' title='No One&apos;s Gonna Love You'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8885727148560807766</id><published>2007-11-30T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:26:50.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matriarch’ s Mission</title><content type='html'>Normally I spend the season doing some holiday shopping for my family, friends &amp; co-workers. But for the second year in a row, my friends and I decided against the purchase of presents for each other in lieu of buying gifts for a Salvation Army Angel Tree recipient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we purchased gifts for a 4-year old little girl who really wanted a Bratz doll, Dora the Explorer, learning toys and some clothes. So the Matriarch’s set out last night to do a spot of shopping. We got everything on the list and we hope the little girl enjoys the holiday presents as much as we took pleasure in shopping for them. It was pretty amusing to watch us debate the pros &amp; cons of each item, like we were purchasing them for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was major discussion about fun vs. educational toys. And then again heated conversation over clothes, specifically in regards to socks – to purchase ankle or low cut... But beyond all the dialogue over material items, what made a lasting impression on me was observing all the other folks in the store shopping for Angel Tree gifts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One couple specifically we met last evening have been purchasing Angel Tree gifts for children over the years. They started it as family project with their kids, but now as empty nesters continue to come out and select kids &amp; presents for the Angel Tree. Hearing them speak of the joy we bring to people we never meet made me feel very full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of evening I was filled with happiness and laughter as I walked away with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8885727148560807766?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8885727148560807766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8885727148560807766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8885727148560807766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8885727148560807766'/><link rel='alternate' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the start of another KU basketball season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8laAlpFy57Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8laAlpFy57Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6011141417414230447?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6011141417414230447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6011141417414230447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6011141417414230447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6011141417414230447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/11/rock-chalk-jayhawk-ku.html' title='Rock Chalk Jayhawk, KU!'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-7237196807193854937</id><published>2007-11-26T10:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:46:53.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedshaped</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYnb27C62nU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYnb27C62nU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what do I know&lt;br /&gt;What do I know?&lt;br /&gt;I know"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-7237196807193854937?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7237196807193854937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=7237196807193854937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7237196807193854937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7237196807193854937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/11/bedshaped_26.html' title='Bedshaped'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-491844289692452164</id><published>2007-11-14T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:16:23.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WEVL Radio</title><content type='html'>Keep Memphis own volunteer radio station alive and kicking, by &lt;a target=new href="https://wevl.org/pledge.php"&gt;pledging a few extra dollars this week&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEVL's Mission: To entertain and inform its audience through diverse music programming with an emphasis on the culture of Memphis and the South.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rzso-sgiqHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BQOaFEAmCdY/s1600-h/bumper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rzso-sgiqHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BQOaFEAmCdY/s320/bumper.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132741257883461746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So skip the movies or cut out the caffeine for a week or two. Tune into a &lt;a target=new href="http://wevl.org/"&gt;WEVL&lt;/a&gt; broadcast, come on - I dare you! You might actually encounter a new song, sound or show that really awakens something inside you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-491844289692452164?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/491844289692452164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=491844289692452164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/491844289692452164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/491844289692452164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/11/wevl-radio.html' title='WEVL Radio'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rzso-sgiqHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BQOaFEAmCdY/s72-c/bumper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3782275808644386790</id><published>2007-11-12T10:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:55:39.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was like you, easily amused...</title><content type='html'>Maybe Kurt Cobain was right, I'm easily amused. Even though I've been tossing and turning as of late, I'm constantly reminded how simple gestures can turn an overcast day around. I'm learning to take these lessons in day-by-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point - I arrived to find some fun snacks at my desk this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rzh-500YjZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PBIqS9TqAyw/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rzh-500YjZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PBIqS9TqAyw/s320/candy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131991307284680082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple and kind. And exactly the little lift I needed for a Monday. But it's not just the sweet treats that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rzh-600YjaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LV9npStam14/s1600-h/rach_rktreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rzh-600YjaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LV9npStam14/s320/rach_rktreat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131991324464549282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true reason I’m so easily amused this morning is that no matter how hard I fight it; people are always teaching me new lessons. And it’s nice to rediscover ways to connect, listen and act selflessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3782275808644386790?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3782275808644386790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3782275808644386790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3782275808644386790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3782275808644386790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wish-i-was-like-you-easily-amused.html' title='I wish I was like you, easily amused...'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rzh-500YjZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PBIqS9TqAyw/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-879418767751492409</id><published>2007-11-08T09:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:02:50.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9xQVtZLIbo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9xQVtZLIbo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-879418767751492409?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/879418767751492409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=879418767751492409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/879418767751492409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/879418767751492409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-cause.html' title='Lost Cause'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-806248649660569147</id><published>2007-11-04T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:08:50.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birdhouse In Your Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target=new href="http://www.tmbg.com/"&gt;They Might Be Giants&lt;/a&gt; put on an AMAZING concert last night at &lt;a target=new href="http://newbysmemphis.com/"&gt;Newby's&lt;/a&gt;. It was eccentric, exhilarating and ended at a reasonable hour. All the things you want in good concert. Plus as added bonus when they played one of my favorite tunes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTVqHBdkvv8"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTVqHBdkvv8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Ry6lsxq_NqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IO4yEgA74ts/s1600-h/tmbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Ry6lsxq_NqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IO4yEgA74ts/s320/tmbg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129219214288041634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;TMBG Rocking IT Old School!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Ry6lthq_NrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NTWF6MPfpGI/s1600-h/tmbg_crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Ry6lthq_NrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NTWF6MPfpGI/s320/tmbg_crowd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129219227172943538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;LG, Amanada, Andi &amp; SPE enjoying the concert. Guess who was hiding behind the camera again?!?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-806248649660569147?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/806248649660569147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=806248649660569147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/806248649660569147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/806248649660569147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/11/birdhouse-in-your-soul.html' title='Birdhouse In Your Soul'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Ry6lsxq_NqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IO4yEgA74ts/s72-c/tmbg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-640023185083836924</id><published>2007-10-31T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:14:35.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on Empty</title><content type='html'>I think I may finally be running on empty. The past few days have felt like a marathon. Between changing time zones, coordinating travel plans and well work, I'm do for a little rest &amp; relaxation. Not to say it's all bad, but I definitely feel a bit drained by events. Here are some of my highlights from my packed week thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Listening to the new &lt;a target=new href="http://www.inrainbows.com/"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt; album. Definitely some good stuff, at a price of your choosing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Waking up and enjoying some Blueberry Pancakes and freshly squeezed OJ in a new city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RyvZYhq_NpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7swm0Zl4EMA/s1600-h/blueberry_pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RyvZYhq_NpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7swm0Zl4EMA/s320/blueberry_pancakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128431616070203026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Stories of inspirations told by a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chatting up &lt;a target=new href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DeShaun_Foster"&gt;DeShaun Foster&lt;/a&gt; while overseeing an event opening in Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rys3VRq_NoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ocy-RtswV6E/s1600-h/rachel_foster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rys3VRq_NoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ocy-RtswV6E/s320/rachel_foster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128253439351928450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Greetings of a friendly face(s) when you are at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bonding with my co-workers over Halloween (seriously our area rocked the house).&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rys3EBq_NnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eKus1LjnhBE/s1600-h/halloween_smalltown.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rys3EBq_NnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eKus1LjnhBE/s320/halloween_smalltown.jpe" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128253142999185010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Candy Wars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Learning more about people by the music they select.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pure joy of kids smiling while trick-or-treating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day was filled more with treats then tricks! So for now, I wish you all a Happy Halloween and good night as I try to refuel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-640023185083836924?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/640023185083836924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=640023185083836924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/640023185083836924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/640023185083836924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-on-empty_31.html' title='Running on Empty'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RyvZYhq_NpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7swm0Zl4EMA/s72-c/blueberry_pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8645447127080880495</id><published>2007-10-28T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:12:46.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyester Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z36Z0Fo-7zQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z36Z0Fo-7zQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8645447127080880495?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8645447127080880495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8645447127080880495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8645447127080880495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8645447127080880495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/polyester-bride.html' title='Polyester Bride'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5921918333400199275</id><published>2007-10-26T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:30:11.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Hipsters</title><content type='html'>Tonight I left my corporate shadow behind; as I headed downtown with a friend to become what I know will deem a professional hipster. What's a professional hipster you might ask? Well it might seem like a rare breed to see in action in the Memphis area. Truth be told a sighting might not be that far off if you go to the right venue 'round town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's breakdown what the definition of Professional Hipster might be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professional"&gt;Professional&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; can be either a person in a profession (certain types of skilled work requiring formal training/education) or in sports (a sportsman/sportwoman doing sports for payment).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hipster_%28contemporary_subculture%29"&gt;Hipsters&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; are typically associated most closely with a love of "alternative" art and performance, particularly music. They are commonly perceived to be devout fans of indie or independent rock and/or independent film. Hipsters may also enjoy or create DIY crafts, and enjoy any or all forms of fine art including conceptual or performance art. Contemporary hipsters are sometimes associated with leftist or liberal social and political views, a general appreciation of intellectual pursuits, and an ironic appreciation of lowbrow or lower class culture and subculture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case the Professional Hipsters group consisted of 1 Pilot, 1 Manager, 1 Fundraiser, 1 Beat Writer,  1 School Administrator, 1 Engineer, 1 Ad Man and sprinkling of Marketing Gurus (like me) for good measure. Once you've got a core team of professional hipsters established you just need to appoint a social chair to dictate the events for the night.  Toss in some Alt-rock music, adult libations and downtown locale to the schedule and you're good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I wish I could take credit for outing, but I was just a participant. The truth is the man (in this instance WOMAN) behind the plan was my co-worker Janet from Janet's Planet on &lt;a target="new" href="http://wevl.org/"&gt;WEVL 89.9&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like the Encyclopedia of Music and the Yellow Pages all rolled into one. She's definitely a professional hipster and was able to gather an eclectic group of us to catch the &lt;a target="new" href="http://www.blackrebelmotorcycleclub.com/"&gt;Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;/a&gt;. It was a killer show and I recommend you give them a spin if you get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RyF6nRq_NjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/buf6TTbqcIE/s1600-h/brmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RyF6nRq_NjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/buf6TTbqcIE/s320/brmc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125512666101528114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an evening full of professional hipsters gearing up for a weekend of &lt;a target=new href="http://www.riverartsfest.org/"&gt;River Arts Fest&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a target=new href="http://www.voodoomusicfest.com/2007/index.html"&gt;Voodoo Musicfest 2007&lt;/a&gt; in New Orleans. Hopefully you can find something to entice you palate for this weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5921918333400199275?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5921918333400199275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=5921918333400199275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5921918333400199275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5921918333400199275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/professional-hipsters.html' title='Professional Hipsters'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RyF6nRq_NjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/buf6TTbqcIE/s72-c/brmc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2702804133237010208</id><published>2007-10-23T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:24:43.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blimey Limey Tuesday</title><content type='html'>What a terrible way to start a Tuesday…I walked out the door with just a light rain coat, but was greeted by a misty rain. The gloom and wintry type of chill alone stopped me in my tracks. Today’s weather seemed so foreign to me since I haven’t seen a rainy, cold fog in what feels like well over a year. Feeling quite stupid for not consulting the Action News 5, Doppler weather forecast or the internet I returned into my house to fetch a warm fleece. This day was already off to a rotten start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rx5ztRfoUsI/AAAAAAAAANw/jbqM8pA8_1o/s1600-h/102307_16461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rx5ztRfoUsI/AAAAAAAAANw/jbqM8pA8_1o/s320/102307_16461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124660647621579458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time I rolled into the office I was cold, cranky and a bit damp. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to shake the funk. But when I arrived at my desk a stack of 10 new music CDs greeted me! Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker had left me some new tunes to check out in preparation for a concert. My frown started to melt slightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I headed off to a morning meeting and it ended early. Bonus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally another co-worker stopped by my cube to drop me off a mid-morning Blimey Limey treat.  Yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rx5ziBfoUqI/AAAAAAAAANg/T6NUj0SHmaw/s1600-h/102307_12042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rx5ziBfoUqI/AAAAAAAAANg/T6NUj0SHmaw/s320/102307_12042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124660454348051106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this point I realized it was futile for me to continue along my mopey path. I went out to lunch with the boys from work. I spent the afternoon smiling and laughing. Heck, I may even decide to splash in some puddles as I leave the office tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the Story – Even when the cold wet rain falls on you, try to capture a few rays of sunshine. It might even turn into a bit of happiness! What made you happy today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rx5ziRfoUrI/AAAAAAAAANo/XNsjFJ46efc/s1600-h/102307_16472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rx5ziRfoUrI/AAAAAAAAANo/XNsjFJ46efc/s320/102307_16472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124660458643018418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-2702804133237010208?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2702804133237010208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2702804133237010208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2702804133237010208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2702804133237010208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/blimey-limey-tuesday.html' title='Blimey Limey Tuesday'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rx5ztRfoUsI/AAAAAAAAANw/jbqM8pA8_1o/s72-c/102307_16461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6799966176192770775</id><published>2007-10-20T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:41:27.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indie Memphis &amp; a slew of new music</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to the 2007 &lt;a target=new href="http://www.indiememphis.com/"&gt;Indie Memphis&lt;/a&gt; film festival. I had every intention of going to preview &lt;a target=new href="http://www.centralstandards.com/"&gt;The Central Standards&lt;/a&gt; new music video "Cosmic Hole" and then jetting off to another function. However when I got there I quickly realized the premiere included all the videos submitted to the film festival this year. So I sat back and was introduced to a slew of new music. Some of which I enjoyed (see below) and others I truly could live without hearing or seeing again (that's right Mr. White - please stay in Leipzig, Germany). Anyway below was one of the new bands I was introduced to via music video stimulation tonight. I'm pleased to introduce the music stylings of the &lt;a target=new href="http://www.chessclubrocks.com/"&gt;Chess Club&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJ-ZFQtwAGg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJ-ZFQtwAGg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6799966176192770775?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6799966176192770775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6799966176192770775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6799966176192770775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6799966176192770775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/indie-memphis-slew-of-new-music.html' title='Indie Memphis &amp; a slew of new music'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4060805947107912976</id><published>2007-10-19T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:27:53.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out for that first step</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I participated in a team building activity for work. It was a great way to mingle with work peeps outside of the normal daily grind. We traveled to a ranch where we participated all morning in smaller team leadership activities. Then we broke for lunch. Here I am mixing it up with members of the opposing teams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBohfoUnI/AAAAAAAAANI/oP_mhEds9To/s1600-h/lunch_table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123127846808081010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBohfoUnI/AAAAAAAAANI/oP_mhEds9To/s320/lunch_table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch the entire group did a team building activity, before heading over to the zip line and climbing wall for a bit of fun. Below is a step-by-step of how I ventured off a tower onto the zip line. Word of caution to those of you unfamiliar with the zip line - Watch out for that first step, it's a doozy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfBfoUiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QN8MXt3EnSQ/s1600-h/tower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123127683599323682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfBfoUiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QN8MXt3EnSQ/s320/tower1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Step 1 - Strategically climb a tower, have the guide clip you into the zip line and gaze out on the horizon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfBfoUjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QFFBXFFTkxk/s1600-h/tower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123127683599323698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfBfoUjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/QFFBXFFTkxk/s320/tower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2 - Look down below about 60+ feet and decide that a sane individual probably would choose to take the stairs back down...Start to panic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfRfoUkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VWRk-y4vrFM/s1600-h/jump1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123127687894291010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfRfoUkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VWRk-y4vrFM/s320/jump1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3 - Take a leap of faith and hope the line will hold. Attempt to look cool while jumping, even if you're scared silly!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfRfoUlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/w3J1w4Cutf4/s1600-h/Jump2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123127687894291026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfRfoUlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/w3J1w4Cutf4/s320/Jump2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4 - Loosen up as you free fall. Now you can start to crack a smile. Maybe this isn't so bad after all...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfRfoUmI/AAAAAAAAANA/dx7HqJ2NFfU/s1600-h/jump3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123127687894291042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBfRfoUmI/AAAAAAAAANA/dx7HqJ2NFfU/s320/jump3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5 - Laugh as you swing through the air with the greatest of ease. You've survived yet another challenge. Now it's time to prepare for running landing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBoxfoUoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tF-eYA17n6I/s1600-h/group_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123127851103048322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBoxfoUoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tF-eYA17n6I/s320/group_shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall, it was an excellent day and I was glad to participate in all the activities. It was a great way to get to know my team better and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did. If you get a chance to take the leap, definitely try it out, it’s worth risk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4060805947107912976?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4060805947107912976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4060805947107912976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4060805947107912976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4060805947107912976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/watch-out-for-that-first-step.html' title='Watch out for that first step'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxkBohfoUnI/AAAAAAAAANI/oP_mhEds9To/s72-c/lunch_table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3496945747643625051</id><published>2007-10-16T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:02:30.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs Campaign</title><content type='html'>The Free Hugs Campaign may be old news to some of you, but it's new to me! I came across the video after a strong recommendation by the check-out girl at Wild Oats. Hope you enjoy and make sure to give someone a hug afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3496945747643625051?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3496945747643625051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3496945747643625051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3496945747643625051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3496945747643625051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-hugs-campaign.html' title='Free Hugs Campaign'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-5780591510291794301</id><published>2007-10-15T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:08:22.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day Caring Marathon</title><content type='html'>I do enjoy volunteering around the city, but I’m thinking I may have taken it to an EXTREME this weekend. Please don’t start picturing me a Saint Rach or a Girl Scout, because clearly I spend loads of time and energy on personal pursuits/gains. And usually my volunteer events are spread out every few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick recap of events from Friday to Sunday - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Team building “Day of Caring” through a United Way agency called the Diocese of Memphis Housing Department down to the Cleveland &amp; Jackson location, I knew this wouldn’t be a typical day. We entered a worn building in need of some freshening up. My work group with a team of other corporate citizens spent the day bonding over the numerous fences, rails and rooms that needed to be painted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed the time away chatting and painting what seemed to be the longest fence EVER. And when we ran out of paint I got a chance to hone my non-existent gardening skills as we planted some flowers and mulched in the garden. Our reward at the end of the day was seeing a freshly painted and flowery Diocese of Memphis Housing Department. Plus we rewarded our good behavior with an early happy hour at Boscos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxQFnBfoUfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YIxVzxAnJls/s1600-h/chip_happyhour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxQFnBfoUfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YIxVzxAnJls/s320/chip_happyhour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121724844201234930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Woke up at the crack of dawn to headed to Northhaven (an area in Frayser) to assist in a Habitat build. My friend Jan had set this adventure up for us, but backed out due to illness. But Julie and I pressed on to go work on the build. It truly was an adventure as we started the day attempting to put up baseboards. After some complications with the volunteer we were paired with, we somehow we are able to maneuver over to Amy’s painting squad. What Julie and I lacked in skill we definitely made up in with heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxO5oRfoUdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/adfZfaTQ7x0/s1600-h/Rach_Paint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxO5oRfoUdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/adfZfaTQ7x0/s320/Rach_Paint.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121641302792360402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I spent the morning painting and chatting with Sarah, Amber, Amy &amp; Julie. As an added bonus I got to talk with the lady at length whose house we were working on. She’s was single mother of two from the Frayser area, whose husband has passed away a few years ago. She was probably in her early to mid-forties and this was going to be her first home purchase. I think she was most excited knowing that her son was going to be old enough in the coming week to help contribute some sweat equity onto the house too. At the end of my shift I left a little bit tired and dehydrated, but felt fulfilled knowing I was helping such a nice woman and her children take part in homeownership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wrapped up my volunteer hat-trick by escorting the 7th grade class from TI-Memphis to the The Food Bank. Normally these kids are engaged in social interaction with each other or their cell phones. But early on a Sunday morning we got a reprieve from their normal behavior. For over two hours they worked as a team to selflessly label plain white boxes of fruit loops that were donated by Kellogg’s. Since it was a donation, they sent over those plain, white boxes filled with cereal we all enjoy and pay a premium for to see Toucan Sam on our box. Yet the government won’t allow a food bank to distribute food without a label that includes nutritional/ingredient information. So we split up into teams and went to our make-shift workstation pallets that included printed copies of nutritional information and box tape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing to watch as the kids and adults attack the task at hand. I think our small crew of 30 labeled about 1,000 individual plain, fruit loop boxes. I think the kids felt good that their small impact was going to affect so many families across the mid-south who can’t afford basic necessities like food. And I it was fun to hear some of them thinking out loud and trying to calculate how many meals each box would contain. I know the whole focus of the 7th grade program on repairing the world, but I hope the kids walked away learning how even simple physical tasks can ease the burden of our fellow man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lessons Learned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving money is a very noble way to accomplish a variety of goals, but giving of your time can be just as rewarding and fulfilling. And now that I’ve wrapped my marathon weekend of caring up, I feel proud of the work that was accomplished and happy to stand next to the folks who contributed along side of me. I wish we all have more time to donate to our special causes to help relieve the people and community that surround us. But until then I hope ya’ll have a happy start to the coming week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-5780591510291794301?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/5780591510291794301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=5780591510291794301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5780591510291794301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/5780591510291794301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-day-caring-marathon.html' title='3-day Caring Marathon'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RxQFnBfoUfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YIxVzxAnJls/s72-c/chip_happyhour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3871982876184298504</id><published>2007-10-11T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:21:54.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rowlf and The Swedish Chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_yRC4YU0bsw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_yRC4YU0bsw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3871982876184298504?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3871982876184298504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3871982876184298504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3871982876184298504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3871982876184298504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/rowlf-and-swedish-chef.html' title='Rowlf and The Swedish Chef'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2404017673307758965</id><published>2007-10-09T05:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T06:00:56.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Theft Auto 101</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon I got a first hand lesson on how easy it is jimmying a car open in under a minute. The folks at Mr. Pride locked Sarah's keys in the car and then asked if she perhaps carried her spare set of keys with her. Excuse me, how many people carry their spare keys with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she failed to provide the keys we got a glimpse into how quickly someone can pop n' lock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzRfoUZI/AAAAAAAAALY/4SsoItePOoQ/s1600-h/lock_car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzRfoUZI/AAAAAAAAALY/4SsoItePOoQ/s320/lock_car1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119286337864225170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzRfoUaI/AAAAAAAAALg/b-8ekH3ZsKo/s1600-h/lock_car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzRfoUaI/AAAAAAAAALg/b-8ekH3ZsKo/s320/lock_car2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119286337864225186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzhfoUbI/AAAAAAAAALo/nxni_6yQkEk/s1600-h/lock_car3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzhfoUbI/AAAAAAAAALo/nxni_6yQkEk/s320/lock_car3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119286342159192498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzhfoUcI/AAAAAAAAALw/OjS0jpKTDa8/s1600-h/lock_car4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzhfoUcI/AAAAAAAAALw/OjS0jpKTDa8/s320/lock_car4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119286342159192514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-2404017673307758965?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2404017673307758965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2404017673307758965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2404017673307758965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2404017673307758965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/grand-theft-auto-101.html' title='Grand Theft Auto 101'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwtbzRfoUZI/AAAAAAAAALY/4SsoItePOoQ/s72-c/lock_car1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8256644512093533345</id><published>2007-10-08T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:52:53.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Victorian Village</title><content type='html'>I traveled back in time this weekend with my friend Celia to the &lt;a target=new href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victorian_Village,_Memphis"&gt;Victorian Village&lt;/a&gt;. This historic area of Memphis used to be the address of many of the wealthiest families in the city (in what used to be the edge of the city). These grand houses built in the 1800s stood as symbol of the growth and prosperity of Memphis. The homes remained intact through the yellow fever epidemic and the civil war.  Most of the single-family residences were however destroyed in the name of progress by the people of Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwrCVBfoUYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XLeEvXnGH4E/s1600-h/neely_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwrCVBfoUYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XLeEvXnGH4E/s320/neely_house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119117592894132610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now all that is left a few original Victorian style homes that litter the streets between Adams &amp; Jefferson. I was so excited when I &lt;a target=new href="http://www.commercialappeal.com/news/2007/oct/05/home-tour-victorian-village"&gt;read in the paper about the Victorian Village tour&lt;/a&gt; happening on Sunday. It provided me the opportunity to visit the grand homes, some of which are now private residences or closed museums. I was especially interested in revisiting the Mallory-Neely House and Woodruff-Fontaine House, which used to be yearly stop for school field trips. I had always been fascinated by the large homes because they had such ornate furnishings from the time period and the stories of &lt;a target-new href="http://memphis.about.com/od/halloween/p/ghosts.htm"&gt;Molly’s ghost&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour did not disappoint as I learned more about the living history left in Memphis. It was a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Celia and I were both amazed by the splendor and magnificence of these homes. My only hope is that they do eventually re-open these houses to the general public for tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwrCUxfoUXI/AAAAAAAAALI/U5-XBoWCbcg/s1600-h/celia_victorian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwrCUxfoUXI/AAAAAAAAALI/U5-XBoWCbcg/s320/celia_victorian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119117588599165298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the meantime if you get a chance, make sure to at least drive through the neighborhood or at least stop in for a drink at the &lt;a target=new href="http://www.memphisflyer.com/memphis/Content?oid=oid%3A30559"&gt;Molly Fontaine Lounge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8256644512093533345?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8256644512093533345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8256644512093533345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8256644512093533345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8256644512093533345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/victorian-village.html' title='The Victorian Village'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwrCVBfoUYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XLeEvXnGH4E/s72-c/neely_house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-7002744221994411761</id><published>2007-10-07T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:17:30.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24-Hour KC Twister</title><content type='html'>Indeed, Dorothy was right. There is no place like home...And in my case that means there is no place like my 2nd home - Kansas. Although I missed out on an opportunity to go visit &lt;a target=new href="http://www.ku.edu"&gt;Lawrence/KU &lt;/a&gt;(bad weather and not enough time), I did get to spend 24-hours in Kansas City for work. It was a whirlwind adventure as I flew in Tuesday morning and flew out Wednesday at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between I did how ever get to fit lunch in with BPOP (Bitter Party of Pat) and a tour of &lt;a target=new href="http://www.barkleyus.com/"&gt;Barkley&lt;/a&gt; (an ad agency) that will soon be featured on &lt;a target=new href="http://abcnews.go.com/2020"&gt;20/20&lt;/a&gt;. Pat introduced me to the hipster area of downtown KC, which when I was still at KU was pretty dilapidated. We ate lunch at this great pizza shop (ok, I enjoyed it more then Pat) around the corner from here office. Seriously, check out how yummy my lunch looked (and it tasted even better)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwmOaBfoUSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HiFcP9MK7jU/s1600-h/pizzashop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwmOaBfoUSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HiFcP9MK7jU/s320/pizzashop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118779029212123426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterward I shopped and even ran into some guy, named &lt;a target=new href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/hosts_celebrity_chefs/article/0,1974,FOOD_9889_4802714,00.html"&gt;Guy&lt;/a&gt; from the food network who filming a segment on YJ's Snack Bar. Where I ended up having breakfast with Tony the following day. I'm not going to lie, the place was a dive but it was delicious and fully caffeinated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwmOaRfoUUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xu8SVSpaESk/s1600-h/neighborhood_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwmOaRfoUUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xu8SVSpaESk/s320/neighborhood_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118779033507090754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday evening though I worked my tail off at &lt;a target=new href="http://www.kcchiefs.com/arrowhead"&gt;Arrowhead Stadium&lt;/a&gt; interacting with customers and signing them up for a program sponsored by work. It was a lot of standing, a lot of talking and loads of schmoozing. I think it all paid off when the customers walked out happy learning about our products and more about the Chiefs.  Plus I couldn’t really complain because I got to meet &lt;a target=new href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boomer_Grigsby"&gt;Boomer Grigsby&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a target=new href="http://www.superdj56.com/"&gt;Derrick Johnson&lt;/a&gt; from the KC Chiefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwjsmRfoURI/AAAAAAAAAKY/stUgaxALuTo/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwjsmRfoURI/AAAAAAAAAKY/stUgaxALuTo/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118601118781821202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there was a behind the scenes tour of the stadium…AweSOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwpF0RfoUVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8DSVVJUx1gY/s1600-h/DSC_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwpF0RfoUVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8DSVVJUx1gY/s320/DSC_0132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118980690811572562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwpF0hfoUWI/AAAAAAAAALA/VITOxD1imzo/s1600-h/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwpF0hfoUWI/AAAAAAAAALA/VITOxD1imzo/s320/DSC_0155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118980695106539874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a short, working trip, but it was jam packed with loads of good stuff. I even ended my day chilling on a porch with an ear to ear grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwmOaBfoUTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AfOFutod_Qs/s1600-h/rach_porch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwmOaBfoUTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AfOFutod_Qs/s320/rach_porch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118779029212123442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-7002744221994411761?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7002744221994411761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=7002744221994411761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7002744221994411761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7002744221994411761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/10/24-hour-kc-twister.html' title='24-Hour KC Twister'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RwmOaBfoUSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HiFcP9MK7jU/s72-c/pizzashop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-7974618020803484244</id><published>2007-09-27T08:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:06:16.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting, Watching the Clock</title><content type='html'>So I'm waiting patiently this morning for a repairman to look at my refrigerator. The other night, I realized that the freezer wasn’t sealing properly so many items aren't really staying frozen...Ahh the joys of home ownership. Since I've been waiting I decided to take an extra long walk this morning. I caught up with a few friends on instant messenger and worked for a bit on a project for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being at home, but I hate feeling of being trapped in multiple 4-hour windows.  And these service companies set our expectations with a wide-open windows of time, just to show up right at the end or cancel during the waiting process. It happens all the time when you’re waiting on the cable guy or any sort of repair person/contractor. So here I am, sitting, waiting and watching the clock...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-7974618020803484244?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/7974618020803484244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=7974618020803484244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7974618020803484244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/7974618020803484244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/09/waiting-watching-clock_27.html' title='Waiting, Watching the Clock'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1403025555992350026</id><published>2007-09-25T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:14:10.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Springer for Lester Lit</title><content type='html'>So here is how I spent my Tuesday post work cool down. I campaigned outside for Lester Lit for City Council. Now I’ve known Lester for a long time, but mainly in the capacity as my friend’s father. With that in mind though, when I left the office I wasn’t too keen on the idea of pressing the flesh with voters. But I was actually pleasantly surprised how interesting people watching spot to spend on a fall evening. And as an added bonus you really do learn about how the campaign/election process works in a city like Memphis. I spent a lot of time watching candidates, family members and staunch poll workers foam at the mouth with each potential person pulled into the church. I hope my presence made a difference for Mr. Lit. Hopefully though his celebrity endorsement, which you can see below will really push him over the edge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6SE37KKC5I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6SE37KKC5I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1403025555992350026?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1403025555992350026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1403025555992350026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1403025555992350026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1403025555992350026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/09/springer-for-lester-lit.html' title='Springer for Lester Lit'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-3756013257999230397</id><published>2007-09-11T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:03:32.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta' Love You Rosh Hashanah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOTOdBzSpYc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOTOdBzSpYc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-3756013257999230397?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/3756013257999230397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=3756013257999230397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3756013257999230397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/3756013257999230397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-gotta-love-you-rosh-hashanah.html' title='I Gotta&apos; Love You Rosh Hashanah!'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-1449593055199007170</id><published>2007-09-05T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:29:38.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Knows Me At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBzA76QGgz8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBzA76QGgz8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-1449593055199007170?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/1449593055199007170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=1449593055199007170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1449593055199007170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/1449593055199007170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/09/nobody-knows-me-at-all.html' title='Nobody Knows Me At All'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4964674251440631352</id><published>2007-09-03T20:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:09:57.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?</title><content type='html'>So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...because you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Two Step: Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Smile Like You Mean It: The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School:&lt;br /&gt;Silver Lining: David Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;br /&gt;Steady As She Goes: The Racontuers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song:&lt;br /&gt;Hands Down: Dashboard Confessionals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up&lt;br /&gt;Cold Water: Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom:&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jealousy: Gin Blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;Radio Free Europe: R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;Underwater: Death Cab For A Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&lt;br /&gt;Chain of Fools: Aretha Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Total Eclipse from the Heart: Bonnie Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed by the Sea: Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Of Child:&lt;br /&gt;Promises: Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle:&lt;br /&gt;Tears of a Clown: English Beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;Get In or Get Out: Hot Hot Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;Dispatch the Troops: Matisyahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;All I Want: The Lighting Seeds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4964674251440631352?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4964674251440631352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4964674251440631352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4964674251440631352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4964674251440631352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-your-life-was-movie-what-would.html' title='IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4668229915796473808</id><published>2007-08-28T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:16:30.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipster Olympics -To Cool For Skool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=16466903&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4668229915796473808?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4668229915796473808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4668229915796473808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4668229915796473808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4668229915796473808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/hipster-olympics-to-cool-for-skool.html' title='Hipster Olympics -To Cool For Skool!'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6561797274768438748</id><published>2007-08-28T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:58:38.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the U.S. located on a map?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj3iNxZ8Dww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj3iNxZ8Dww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe our children are our future...But this is just plain wrong! Sorry Ms. Teen USA from South Carolina, not sure even the bathing suit competition can help you recover from that blunder. Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6561797274768438748?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6561797274768438748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6561797274768438748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6561797274768438748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6561797274768438748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-is-us-located-on-map.html' title='Where is the U.S. located on a map?'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4143182743999853530</id><published>2007-08-25T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:05:50.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sisters Birthday Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>15 years ago I made a new friend at Temple’s Wednesday night school. Who knew that 15 years later, countless movies, dinners, trips and more that we would still be such good friends…As well as Summer Sister (heck our birthdays are 2 DAYS APART). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend, Sarah and I celebrated a joint brunch given to us by our parents. I think this was in an effort to get Sarah over her stage fright of entering a new decade. And for me a chance to start practicing saying a very large number, even when I’m not completely acting my age. Either way it truly was a milestone to enter a new phase of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fondly recall it as the Summer Sisters Birthday Extravaganza from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some good friends join us for some bagels, french toast casserole, fruit and my personal favorite – Strawberry Cake from Miss Muff’n, What a great day and what an incredible group of friends and family that surround us. I’m extremely blessed to have such kind, warm-hearted people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos of the folks gathered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzIQNGxMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/E285Bj3kQ5I/s1600-h/sarah_rach_bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzIQNGxMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/E285Bj3kQ5I/s320/sarah_rach_bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102634594692678850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sarah &amp; Rachel&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzIgNGxNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GSsus6ObpDg/s1600-h/steve_jan_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzIgNGxNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GSsus6ObpDg/s320/steve_jan_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102634598987646162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Steve, Jan &amp; Lauren&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzIgNGxOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BPUPqRI7570/s1600-h/coop_jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzIgNGxOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BPUPqRI7570/s320/coop_jordan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102634598987646178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cooper &amp; Jordan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzJANGxPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RkIQOxOYPFM/s1600-h/beth_sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzJANGxPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RkIQOxOYPFM/s320/beth_sam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102634607577580786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beth &amp; Sam&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4143182743999853530?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4143182743999853530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4143182743999853530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4143182743999853530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4143182743999853530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-sisters-birthday-extravaganza.html' title='Summer Sisters Birthday Extravaganza'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RtAzIQNGxMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/E285Bj3kQ5I/s72-c/sarah_rach_bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4827519394700160866</id><published>2007-08-23T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:36:35.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Dirty Thirty Club!</title><content type='html'>It finally happened. I woke up yesterday and was officially welcomed into the Dirty Thirty Club. It was bound to happen sooner or later (but I was still hoping for much later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more on the subject of staring a new decade in another post. And I'll recap my birthday celebrations from the weekend. But how funny is that the random number selected after ordering Dinner was - 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rs0hpwNGxLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2uYVRFkM8E/s1600-h/img165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rs0hpwNGxLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2uYVRFkM8E/s320/img165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101770954078864562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was just my destiny. Let's brace for impact as I begin life as a thirtysomething...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4827519394700160866?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4827519394700160866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4827519394700160866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4827519394700160866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4827519394700160866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-to-dirty-thirty-club.html' title='Welcome to the Dirty Thirty Club!'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rs0hpwNGxLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2uYVRFkM8E/s72-c/img165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-2758976315720366797</id><published>2007-08-13T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:23:34.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Box Full of Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D85f5BlgOQs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D85f5BlgOQs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-2758976315720366797?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/2758976315720366797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=2758976315720366797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2758976315720366797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/2758976315720366797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/box-full-of-letters_13.html' title='Box Full of Letters'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-8651878888178506233</id><published>2007-08-12T17:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:51:27.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Game</title><content type='html'>Last night my friends and I were treated to the sultry melodies of Chris Isaak.  What can I say about him – he’s dead sexy and his voice oozes with words of desire… Not a bad combination to have at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We braved the 100+ Memphis temperatures to picnic at the Live at the Garden event. I believe we were all a bit surprised that last night brought a slight reprieve from the summertime swelter that left us with a pleasant and sans buggy night. Or maybe it was they layer upon layers of bug spray that were applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way my friends and I filled our stomachs with a fabulous array of picnic items of meats, cheeses, salads, cookies and some adult libations. Our eyes were filled with the sights and sounds of Chris Isaak and the happenings of the picnics that surrounded our little site. And our ears were greeted with such tunes as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked Game&lt;br /&gt;Two Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Somebody’s Crying&lt;br /&gt;Blue Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Only The Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco Days&lt;br /&gt;And more….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sensory overload on all fronts that left my mind and spirit at ease.  As the evening cooled into a late night bliss under the stars, I couldn’t have been more pleased the musical and comedic offerings of Mr. Isaak. And I think my friends would agree too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rr-NwTF_7OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VhgEFzZCHhc/s1600-h/jan_ci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rr-NwTF_7OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VhgEFzZCHhc/s320/jan_ci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949164105362658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rr-NwjF_7PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gOCMYLMMrZY/s1600-h/sarah_ci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rr-NwjF_7PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gOCMYLMMrZY/s320/sarah_ci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949168400329970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rr-NwzF_7QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HwT2gNsPRiA/s1600-h/rach_confus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rr-NwzF_7QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HwT2gNsPRiA/s320/rach_confus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949172695297282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-8651878888178506233?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/8651878888178506233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=8651878888178506233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8651878888178506233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/8651878888178506233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/wicked-game.html' title='Wicked Game'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/Rr-NwTF_7OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VhgEFzZCHhc/s72-c/jan_ci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-4302285924528561574</id><published>2007-08-07T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:35:51.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KY1K25zn0I4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KY1K25zn0I4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-4302285924528561574?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/4302285924528561574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=4302285924528561574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4302285924528561574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/4302285924528561574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/say-something.html' title='Say Something'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-6000682116507916659</id><published>2007-08-06T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T01:00:47.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweltering Summer Heat</title><content type='html'>This weekend was eroded by the sweltering summer heat that seems to roll around every August in Memphis. I was just lucky to be able to offset some of hot temperatures by chilling out with some old school pals. I attended a party in Midtown on Friday. This outside gathering (honestly it was a bit steamy) in a well manicured backyard garden provided some good eats, drinks and people to chat with. Unfortunately, I was a tad bit layered in my clothing selection so I quickly started to burn up and look like a tomato (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RrdJqzF_7NI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EIqCMb2d_z4/s1600-h/jenny_kac_rach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RrdJqzF_7NI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EIqCMb2d_z4/s320/jenny_kac_rach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095622503011708114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other then the party, I really just enjoyed spending quality time with some other fun folks over the weekend. Sushi at Pacific Rim was superb and who can beat a pre-movie trip shopping at Target. Plus there is no better way to beat the summer heat then going to see a movie (seriously – the ticket price alone for the air conditioning is worth the price of admission).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally what could be better then chilling at home Sunday with a few surprise guest visits throughout the day. Being greeted by a series of friendly smiles is a sure way stay calm and refreshed to start a new week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing that might be better cooler this week while I'm at the office may be my mid-morning ipod shuffle to start the week. Here is the soundtrack to how I've started my morining post meetings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Authority Song – Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;2. If It Makes You Happy – Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;3. Without You – Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;4. City of Blinding Lights – U2&lt;br /&gt;5. You Just Haven’t Earned It Yet, Baby – The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;6. I Don’t Want To Think About It – Wild Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;7. Nos Da Caraid – David Gray&lt;br /&gt;8. Try Again - Keane&lt;br /&gt;9. Leave This City – The Sundays&lt;br /&gt;10. Different Names For The Same Things – Death Cab For Cutie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-6000682116507916659?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/6000682116507916659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=6000682116507916659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6000682116507916659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/6000682116507916659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweltering-summer-heat.html' title='Sweltering Summer Heat'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IVIyF1ML2zE/RrdJqzF_7NI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EIqCMb2d_z4/s72-c/jenny_kac_rach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20480836.post-780723761507665688</id><published>2007-08-05T18:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T18:05:56.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzQ8ef-RpQo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzQ8ef-RpQo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20480836-780723761507665688?l=rachiley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/feeds/780723761507665688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20480836&amp;postID=780723761507665688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/780723761507665688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20480836/posts/default/780723761507665688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachiley.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick-of-myself.html' title='Sick of Myself'/><author><name>Rachiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629914304977223087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
