<?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-3909968</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:49:08.921-06:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='ucc'/><category term='Martha the Wonder Dog'/><category term='Christopher'/><category term='Good Stuff'/><category term='women'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Bartender-Boy'/><category term='budget'/><category term='BostonJohn'/><category term='Smoking and Drinking'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Family'/><category term='random'/><category term='Austin'/><category term='Alex'/><category term='fairy god brother'/><category term='unbridled opinions'/><category term='financial aid'/><category term='College Football'/><category term='grades'/><category term='Rosemont'/><category term='Lex and the City'/><category term='travel'/><category term='summer job'/><category term='bar'/><category term='Grumpy Bear'/><category term='silly Ana'/><category term='work/life'/><category term='WTG'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='Law school'/><category term='Boy and Dog'/><category term='Ana&apos;s author'/><category term='LOTR'/><category term='writing'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='Lists'/><title type='text'>think like a woman.  act like a man.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>855</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-5320615726978346442</id><published>2012-01-26T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:26:49.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on and Letting Go…</title><summary type='text'>

You know, it’s weird. 
Sometimes clarity comes from meditating. 
Other times it’s a long walk outdoors or discussing ideas with a trusted
friend.  And occasionally it comes from
drinking so much that you can’t feel your toes. 
When the outcome is the right one, it becomes hard to judge your method,
even if you do find yourself inclined to remove fifteen or so facebook and blog
posts the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5320615726978346442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=5320615726978346442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5320615726978346442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5320615726978346442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2012/01/moving-on-and-letting-go.html' title='Moving on and Letting Go…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-8831524684183179467</id><published>2012-01-22T04:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T04:04:38.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Call This Experimentation...</title><summary type='text'>

Sometime shortly after moving into this apartment, I had a
night where I couldn’t sleep…because the gal downstairs was playing trance
music, and would not for the life of her, answer the door.  The music wasn’t so bad as much as the bass
shook my bedroom repeatedly.  The next
day she apologized profusely, telling me that she only puts the music on when
male friends come over, and she wants to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8831524684183179467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8831524684183179467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8831524684183179467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8831524684183179467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-call-this-experimentation.html' title='We&apos;ll Call This Experimentation...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-6334299471189608336</id><published>2012-01-04T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:16:05.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A funemployment bucket list item...</title><summary type='text'>

When I was working a zillion hours a week, I always seemed
to have a list of things in my head that I would do “when I had more time.”  Five months after my layoff, I’m still
working through them.  I think a
lot of people would be terrified at a five month resume’ gap.  I am enjoying life so much right now that I
am more terrified of returning to work and losing the sense of calm that’s been
a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6334299471189608336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6334299471189608336' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6334299471189608336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6334299471189608336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2012/01/funemployment-bucket-list-item.html' title='A funemployment bucket list item...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-1299139592712926219</id><published>2011-12-01T16:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:40:21.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Free Time...</title><summary type='text'>So when I moved into this apartment earlier in the year, it had a lot of great qualities - large, open, plenty of storage space.  It also had some drawbacks - the owner hasn't put a lot into it over the years.  The floors need to be refinished, a few windows are actually cracked in places, but the thing that really bugged me (once I completed painting the living room) was the bathroom.

It looked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1299139592712926219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1299139592712926219' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1299139592712926219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1299139592712926219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/12/beauty-of-free-time.html' title='The Beauty of Free Time...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx4fgNFC4mg/Ttf8aGF-w6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8ABTNmhOKOI/s72-c/DSCN3522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-7656845978478270256</id><published>2011-11-16T20:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:39:57.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do AFTER a lay-off…</title><summary type='text'>

Despite seeing it coming, despite being notified well in
advance, I’m not going to lie, I took it pretty hard. I mean, I’d NEVER EVER
lost a job in my life.  Worse yet, I’d
never tried harder at a job than I did at this one.  Looking back, that might have been a
sign.  What do you mean?  Well, today when I read job posts, as I’m
scrolling through the qualifications I think, “Check, check, check</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7656845978478270256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7656845978478270256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7656845978478270256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7656845978478270256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-to-do-after-lay-off.html' title='What to do AFTER a lay-off…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-8114005519947934373</id><published>2011-11-11T14:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:47:44.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana, you're fired!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I wasn’t actually fired.  Technically, I was laid off.  This happened a few months ago.  I haven’t written about it on the blog because, well, it seemed kind of embarrassing.  I mean, there’s this assumption that when you’re laid off YOU did something wrong.  I’ve been thinking about it for the past few weeks because, well, it isn’t as awful as it seems, and I hope that one day, some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8114005519947934373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8114005519947934373' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8114005519947934373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8114005519947934373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/11/ana-youre-fired.html' title='Ana, you&apos;re fired!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-7114183418218980266</id><published>2011-10-28T12:31:00.033-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:56:18.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating, discrimination, fertility, and bad journalism…</title><summary type='text'>The other night around 10:30 pm, I was lying in bed blissfully reading a book when a friend of mine in Chicago called.  Her voice was high-pitched and fast-moving as she jumped from random topic to topic.  My guess was that she’d had few cocktails.“Augh!!” she moaned, “One of my guy friends called me tonight to whine about this girl he’s dating.  He really likes her, but he’s thinking of dumping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7114183418218980266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7114183418218980266' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7114183418218980266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7114183418218980266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/10/dating-fertility-and-bad-journalism_436.html' title='Dating, discrimination, fertility, and bad journalism…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-7999565465798825470</id><published>2011-10-24T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:40:25.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show-stopping Opening Lines</title><summary type='text'>The following are some first lines I’ve noticed in online profiles.  They make me wonder why the person has signed up (and possibly paid a fee) for online dating when their own words indicate that they're just not that into it.My friends made me do this/I’m not sure about this online dating thing/Just looking.  When your opening line to dating a profile says something like the above, it makes you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7999565465798825470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7999565465798825470' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7999565465798825470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7999565465798825470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/10/show-stopping-opening-lines.html' title='Show-stopping Opening Lines'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2894022341006017873</id><published>2011-10-20T13:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:41:22.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you can't say in a dating profile, Part 4</title><summary type='text'>I think expressing these thoughts online would probably guarantee date-less-ness, but here are few more that go through my mind.People, why are you shooting yourself in the foot with some of these photos you post?  Let's think about this...Shirtless pictures of dudes in the bathroom holding their phone/camera up to the mirror. Why?  Why would you think this is attractive?  Is there a male </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2894022341006017873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2894022341006017873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2894022341006017873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2894022341006017873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-you-cant-say-in-dating-profile.html' title='Things you can&apos;t say in a dating profile, Part 4'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-1611328584917948004</id><published>2011-08-24T18:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:07:00.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you can't say in a dating profile, Part 3</title><summary type='text'>PS – To all the guys who say they’re looking for a “smart and classy” woman, I’ve got a few suggestions on how to attract her if isn’t working out for you.  First, you might want to utilize spellcheck when writing your profile.  Second, you might want to compose the profile from an actual computer rather than typing it out on a smartphone.  Third, uh, the hair gel and pics of you bonging beer?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1611328584917948004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1611328584917948004' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1611328584917948004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1611328584917948004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-you-cant-say-in-dating-profile_24.html' title='Things you can&apos;t say in a dating profile, Part 3'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2406793152005145186</id><published>2011-08-23T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:00:02.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you can't say in a dating profile, Part 2...</title><summary type='text'>Who dares me to add this gem?PS – I read a lot of profiles from guys who say they’re looking for a woman who is spontaneous and can do things on a moment’s notice.  Hot dog!  I’ve been waiting for a guy like that all my life.  You know, the guy who doesn’t care if my legs are shaved, if I’ve showered, if my hair/make-up is done, if I’m wearing pajama pants in public.  That is truly an awesome </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2406793152005145186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2406793152005145186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2406793152005145186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2406793152005145186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-you-cant-say-in-dating-profile_23.html' title='Things you can&apos;t say in a dating profile, Part 2...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-8759777362153482899</id><published>2011-08-22T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:20:24.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you can't say in a dating profile...</title><summary type='text'>So, I recently signed up for online dating again.  It's not so bad.  I've realized that I'm much more open to meeting people these days and (somewhat) less defensive/protective.  However, occasionally I find that there are things that I "wish" I could put in my online profile.  These are the blunt statements that would keep the goofballs away, but sadly would also probably cause the well-adjusted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8759777362153482899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8759777362153482899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8759777362153482899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8759777362153482899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-you-cant-say-in-dating-profile.html' title='Things you can&apos;t say in a dating profile...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-4681454265346422965</id><published>2011-08-15T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:00:03.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders Welcome Here...</title><summary type='text'>Am I the only woman who is not afraid of spiders?  Wine-time-girl hates them as well.  FREAKS OUT at the sight of them.  Can we take it one step beyond?  Am I the only woman who LIKES spiders?  They kill annoying insects that bite me.  I love them.  To me, they’re all like Charlotte in Charlotte’s Web.  They save cute pigs and weave words into their web like, “Radiant.”  I mean, really, what’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4681454265346422965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4681454265346422965' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4681454265346422965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4681454265346422965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/08/spiders-welcome-here.html' title='Spiders Welcome Here...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2307030278473409701</id><published>2011-04-10T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:05:14.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love something, set it free...</title><summary type='text'>Moving into the new apartment seems to have freed up an abundance of mental and emotional space in my brain.  For the last year or so, I’ve only been able to react to situations, and lately, I find myself having more time to think things through.  The result has been a lot of internal changes.  The following is a very simple example that involves the dog…Martha has always been a bolter.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2307030278473409701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2307030278473409701' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2307030278473409701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2307030278473409701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-love-something-set-it-free.html' title='If you love something, set it free...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-7619434265646001305</id><published>2011-03-14T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:00:01.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essentials...</title><summary type='text'>I hate grocery shopping with a passion.  Last weekend, I looked at my list and willed myself to go because there were certain things I needed in order to get through the week.  When I got home and unpacked my items, I laughed because, well, here’s what I bought:-Coffee-12 pack of Lone Star Light-3 boxes of granola/protein bars (my typical lunch/breakfast/snack)-A bag of caramelsIn the last few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7619434265646001305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7619434265646001305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7619434265646001305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7619434265646001305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/03/essentials.html' title='The Essentials...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-7403864529468714223</id><published>2011-03-09T06:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T06:00:04.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday...</title><summary type='text'>Sunday morning I woke up at 10:30 am. It wasn’t surprising that I slept that late; I’d been out past 2 am. However, it’s the kind of thing that would normally send me into a tizzy…“Oh egad, Ana! You stayed out late last night accomplishing nothing, woke up groggy, and half of the day has already passed you by!” The rest of the day would be spent feeling grumpy, irritated, and rushed for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7403864529468714223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7403864529468714223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7403864529468714223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7403864529468714223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/03/lazy-sunday_09.html' title='Lazy Sunday...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-6278799988751635302</id><published>2011-03-08T23:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:22:13.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Alone...</title><summary type='text'>Midday yesterday at work, I started to feel a little icky.  Was I getting sick?  I spent the afternoon downing hot tea, never feeling any better.  At ten ‘til five, I walked out the door, grabbed some soup on my way home, and went to bed early.This morning, I woke up at six feeling like complete death.  As I took the dog outside, I found that I had to sit down and rest at the bottom of the stairs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6278799988751635302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6278799988751635302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6278799988751635302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6278799988751635302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-alone.html' title='Not Alone...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-1187313203076149297</id><published>2011-03-06T13:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:43:13.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Push It?</title><summary type='text'>Several weeks ago, after a particularly stressful week at work, I looked out my office window one Friday and thought, “I never take a lunch hour.  I think I’m going to do that today.”As I don't eat lunch, I ended up at the DSW shoe store which is in dangerously close proximity to my office.  Forty-five minutes later I was back at the office, the new proud owner of a pair of wedge sandals and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1187313203076149297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1187313203076149297' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1187313203076149297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1187313203076149297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/03/push-it.html' title='Push It?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-3825182472260048315</id><published>2011-03-01T14:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:42:47.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness...</title><summary type='text'>I love the new place.  Love it.If you are ever in an unhappy living environment, don’t worry about the cost or the time or whatever else, just get out.  The new neighbors seem pretty cool, stay up late like me, have a social life, take turns dragging the trash bin to the curb, and best of all, we can barely hear each other.The new place is an old, brick, two-story duplex built in the 30’s, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3825182472260048315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=3825182472260048315' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3825182472260048315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3825182472260048315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/03/happiness.html' title='Happiness...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-8001092840942001830</id><published>2011-01-27T19:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:02:04.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there...</title><summary type='text'>Weef asked for an update on everything.The update is, I am swamped underneath a pile of paper and haven’t done anything on the moving end.  Well, I take that back.  I called the movers today, and I will be out of here sometime mid-day next Thursday.  JOY!!!  Bonus, they’ve officially announced the construction of a massive grocery store one block down the street.  As it turns out, if I’d stayed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8001092840942001830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8001092840942001830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8001092840942001830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8001092840942001830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-there.html' title='Hey there...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-8685585447366940020</id><published>2011-01-18T19:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:53:20.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update...</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8685585447366940020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8685585447366940020' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8685585447366940020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8685585447366940020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick update...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-4823560695542597879</id><published>2011-01-03T17:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:58:59.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2010 Meme...</title><summary type='text'>Hat tip to pseudostoops.1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?I didn't once complain!  Oh, you wanted a non-sarcastic answer?2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?Didn’t make any, but I’ve got one or two new ones in mind.3. Did anyone close to you give birth?A bonanza year for the other bloggers, but no close friends.4. Did anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4823560695542597879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4823560695542597879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4823560695542597879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4823560695542597879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-meme.html' title='The 2010 Meme...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-4654620381293180071</id><published>2010-12-19T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:47:12.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potato...</title><summary type='text'>For Christmas my parents got me a subscription to Netflix and a cord to hook my laptop up to my TV.  I pretty much haven’t moved since I set it up.  Why?  Well, you’re looking at a girl who hasn’t had cable since 1998.On Netflix, you rate the movies you’ve watched and then they give you suggestions.  So what does Netflix think of me?Well, according to them I like three kinds of films (their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4654620381293180071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4654620381293180071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4654620381293180071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4654620381293180071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/12/couch-potato.html' title='Couch Potato...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-242065717345356511</id><published>2010-12-11T23:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:57:55.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beam Me Up Scotty...</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I went to a dinner party.  No big deal, no?  Except, I’m awkward at these things.  I have trouble talking to people.   And so I found a toddler – around two or so, and together we bonded over the dog locked up in the guest house.  I mean, he couldn’t say anything more than, “Ma, ma, ma!” but we had a very long talk about dogs.And then someone walks up to me and says, “John is a special </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/242065717345356511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=242065717345356511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/242065717345356511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/242065717345356511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/12/beam-me-up-scotty.html' title='Beam Me Up Scotty...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2593372635117305775</id><published>2010-12-08T20:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:00:03.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Dig the Bohemian Look...</title><summary type='text'>One day at work last week no less than ten people commented on my hair and told me how much they liked the way I wore it that day.What did I do differently?  Well, the day before I'd been at work for eleven hours.  By the time I got home, walked the dog, and fed myself, I was completely exhausted.  I took a shower, then headed straight for bed without blowing it dry or even putting a brush </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2593372635117305775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2593372635117305775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2593372635117305775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2593372635117305775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-dig-bohemian-look.html' title='They Dig the Bohemian Look...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-4889171516957304359</id><published>2010-12-04T21:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:52:44.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually, It's Pretty Rational...</title><summary type='text'>The other day a friend of mine told me that she was considering getting an IUD as a form of birth control.  Knowing that I had at one point researched IUDs, she asked why I had ultimately decided against getting one.“Uh, it’s a weird story,” I told her, “and it starts with my dog.”Throughout much of my adult life, I’d considered getting a dog, but when I sat down and thought about it, I always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4889171516957304359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4889171516957304359' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4889171516957304359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4889171516957304359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/12/actually-its-pretty-rational.html' title='Actually, It&apos;s Pretty Rational...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2266429022938115388</id><published>2010-11-25T18:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:35:31.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><summary type='text'>Over the past week, on several occasions, people have asked me what I’m doing for Thanksgiving.“The dog and I are making a turkey,” I reply.Some people say, “Oh, that’s nice,” while others try to invite me to their house, concerned that I may be without friends and spending the holiday alone.“No, you don’t understand.  It’s the dog’s holiday,” I tell them.I haven’t spent a Thanksgiving with my “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2266429022938115388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2266429022938115388' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2266429022938115388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2266429022938115388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-6184710108784555041</id><published>2010-11-22T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:22:45.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Commentary...</title><summary type='text'>The lyrics of Tow*nes Van Z*andt’s songs about women always offend me.  He comes across as a condescending know-it-all without a clue.  I swear, I’m not sure this guy ever evolved beyond the mindset of a twenty-five year old in certain respects.  Maybe that’s why all of his good songs came during that age.  Was he highly intelligent?  Absolutely.  Full of wisdom?  Definitely not.  His early songs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6184710108784555041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6184710108784555041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6184710108784555041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6184710108784555041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/11/commentary.html' title='Commentary...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-5029685332666909979</id><published>2010-11-20T19:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:47:38.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Years for a Marshmallow?</title><summary type='text'>A few months ago, I read an article on some study.  The researchers offered a kid a marshmallow, but told them if they waited X amount of time, they could receive not one, but TWO marshmallows.  The kids that took the second option turned out to be more successful in life...or something like that.  I don't remember the whole thing now.For the last few months I’ve felt like, “Gee, I don’t really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5029685332666909979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=5029685332666909979' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5029685332666909979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5029685332666909979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/11/eleven-years-for-marshmallow.html' title='Eleven Years for a Marshmallow?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-621128348501343120</id><published>2010-11-14T10:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:52:55.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><summary type='text'>Martha and I have a big announcement.  We realize that this is probably not considered a big announcement for most people, but it was kind of a milestone for two creatures with our personalities.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/621128348501343120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=621128348501343120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/621128348501343120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/621128348501343120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-1743844863687839116</id><published>2010-11-06T22:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:17:44.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Milk and the Cow...</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, two of my co-workers (both women) were sitting in my office.  One of them was really confused because she’d received a text containing a picture of a sonogram (with a fetus, of course), but she didn’t recognize the number from which it was sent.“It can’t be so-and-so because she’s about to married, and they SWEAR they’re both virgins,” the co-worker remarked.“Ohmigod, people still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1743844863687839116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1743844863687839116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1743844863687839116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1743844863687839116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/11/milk-and-cow.html' title='The Milk and the Cow...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-7044794541993377878</id><published>2010-11-05T20:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:29:46.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More Natural...</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I’ve been trying to consciously cut back on the use of chemicals in every day products and thought I’d let you know what I’m substituting where and how it’s working…My new hand soap is also my new shampoo: Castile Liquid Soap with Castor Oil –Olive oil, castor oil, and water are the only ingredients.  For bath wash and shaving gel, I use the 100% olive oil bar.  At first I planned to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7044794541993377878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7044794541993377878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7044794541993377878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7044794541993377878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-more-natural.html' title='A Little More Natural...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2865340623835024934</id><published>2010-10-27T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:37:57.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to do it...</title><summary type='text'>Someone emailed this to me last week, and I just keep watching it - For those thinking of going to law school...and those who already have...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2865340623835024934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2865340623835024934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2865340623835024934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2865340623835024934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-had-to-do-it.html' title='I had to do it...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-5528740858130859482</id><published>2010-09-23T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:00:08.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Earth Saving Tips...</title><summary type='text'>I'm a big believer in small things adding up over time for better or for worse.Because of such, it drives me crazy to see people in my office use the paper coffee cups EVERY day.  Now, I understand if you're visiting, but if you have an office in the building there is NO reason why you should be using a paper cup  - every day!Consider "investing" in a metal travel mug and rinsing it out at night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5528740858130859482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=5528740858130859482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5528740858130859482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5528740858130859482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/tiny-earth-saving-tips.html' title='Tiny Earth Saving Tips...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-7761434856043331764</id><published>2010-09-22T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T07:00:09.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipes...</title><summary type='text'>I feel as if other bloggers are always posting awesome eating selections."Look at this corn bread where I ground the corn meal myself!""Check out my eggs benedict - got the egg just right!"Typically I mark these posts hoping to return to them later and test them out, but I never do.You see - it's a household of one over here and any type of homemade fancy-schmancy meal takes a lot of time and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7761434856043331764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7761434856043331764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7761434856043331764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7761434856043331764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/recipes.html' title='Recipes...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-3730888545243308731</id><published>2010-09-20T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T07:00:03.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Professional Avocado...</title><summary type='text'>In one of my attempts to be more social and broaden my horizons I decided to enroll in French courses.  I wanted to meet more artsy-creative types, but when I thought about how I would have learned French in my mid-twenties, I realized that it would have taken place in an unstructured setting and on the cheap – i.e. you befriend a native French speaker, start spending time with them, and hanging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3730888545243308731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=3730888545243308731' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3730888545243308731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3730888545243308731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/professional-avocado.html' title='The Professional Avocado...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-1407941409509772803</id><published>2010-09-16T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T07:00:04.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Can't Be Comfortable...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1407941409509772803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1407941409509772803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1407941409509772803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1407941409509772803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-cant-be-comfortable.html' title='That Can&apos;t Be Comfortable...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-8134282999845447998</id><published>2010-09-15T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:00:02.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha :-)</title><summary type='text'>Giving the dog a bath = An OrdealWatching her run around frantically after the fact because she is WET(!) effectively recreating the "I'm melting!" scene from the Wizard of Oz = Priceless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8134282999845447998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8134282999845447998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8134282999845447998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8134282999845447998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/martha.html' title='Martha :-)'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-9152465876281378662</id><published>2010-09-09T07:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T07:00:04.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the Wine Snob?</title><summary type='text'>I’ve never taken a wine class.  I can’t talk to you about tannins or regions or the essence of cherries or any of that baloney that wine aficionados discuss.  I have however drank A LOT of wine in my lifetime.  Over Xmas my father was a little disturbed when I correctly identified the house wine at a restaurant as a Merlot.Despite having drunk my weight in wine many times over during my life, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/9152465876281378662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=9152465876281378662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9152465876281378662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9152465876281378662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/whos-wine-snob.html' title='Who&apos;s the Wine Snob?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-7155830270496756919</id><published>2010-09-08T20:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:08:55.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Tease...</title><summary type='text'>Dear H&amp;M,Until you open a store in my state, I would greatly appreciate it if you would refrain from CONSTANT national television ads.Thx,Ana</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7155830270496756919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7155830270496756919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7155830270496756919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7155830270496756919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/such-tease.html' title='Such a Tease...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-7107790547371526400</id><published>2010-09-08T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:00:02.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness...</title><summary type='text'>The other night, I planned to meet a friend of mine at the bar, but when I got there, she hadn’t yet arrived.  Normally I bring a book with me for these kinds of moments, but that night I’d forgotten. So I sat at the bar feeling awkward, uncomfortable, and completely out of my element.  At some point one of the other regulars said something to me and all I could reply was, “I normally bring my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7107790547371526400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7107790547371526400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7107790547371526400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7107790547371526400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-1886770738841269127</id><published>2010-09-06T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:43:06.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Day...</title><summary type='text'>I went to UT for undergrad.  Nearly a year ago I bought tickets for the UT/Rice game this past Saturday.  When game day came, I put on a navy tank top (Rice colors) because a) I didn’t have a cute burnt orange one, b) my tickets were on the Rice side because I could get better seats that way, and c) there is no c.Well, one by one my friends showed up at my house to carpool to the game.  The first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1886770738841269127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1886770738841269127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1886770738841269127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1886770738841269127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/09/game-day.html' title='Game Day...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-9131342164196083075</id><published>2010-08-16T19:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:08:17.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty Reader?!?!</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone else find the Old Navy Booty Reader concept totally disturbing?You're supposed to upload a picture of your butt to the Old Navy website, and ON in turn will tell you what cut of jeans you should buy.Creepy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/9131342164196083075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=9131342164196083075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9131342164196083075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9131342164196083075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/08/booty-reader.html' title='Booty Reader?!?!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-4025636358081104027</id><published>2010-08-12T22:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:54:10.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peep toes?</title><summary type='text'>It seems to be a raging debate in the legal blogosphere these days - Is it or isn't it acceptable to wear peep toes?All I can say is a) this is freakin' pathetic and b) people who frown at peep-toed shoes clearly do not have enough going on in their life to fill their days.My opinion?  I lived in Austin for twelve years.  The motto is "Keep Austin Weird" and flip-flops are acceptable at most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4025636358081104027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4025636358081104027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4025636358081104027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4025636358081104027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/08/peep-toes.html' title='Peep toes?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-4389004271244714556</id><published>2010-08-11T13:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:06:58.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes From Lunch...</title><summary type='text'>You know those little warnings that appear next to the ingredients list on food packages that say things like, Allergy Alert! This product produced in a factory that processes nut items…?Yeah, well, do you think it’s really necessary to put such wording on a bag of PEANUTS!?!? It totally reminds me of the tag on the hair dryer that says, Do not operate in the shower or while sleeping.Oh, America.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4389004271244714556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4389004271244714556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4389004271244714556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4389004271244714556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/08/notes-from-lunch.html' title='Notes From Lunch...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-155578203219634666</id><published>2010-07-25T22:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:25:55.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Meaning in Migas and Margaritas…</title><summary type='text'>Saturday afternoon I took myself to dinner at my local Tex-Mex restaurant.  I sat outside, ordered a big plate of breakfast tacos, a margarita, and a diet coke.  Then I pulled a copy of the New Yorker out of my purse and read it cover to cover, occasionally taking in a cigarette.It was a great experience.  When I lived in Austin, I used to get so excited at the appearance of the New Yorker in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/155578203219634666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=155578203219634666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/155578203219634666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/155578203219634666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/07/finding-meaning-in-migas-and-margaritas.html' title='Finding Meaning in Migas and Margaritas…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-3905336868448876265</id><published>2010-07-18T12:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:27:02.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Your Cash Flow?</title><summary type='text'>During law school, I wrote quite a few posts on living simply and managing your money.  Since graduating, and ultimately finding a job, my budget needs have changed a little bit, so I thought I’d discuss what I’m doing now financially.1. Rebuilding My Savings – Watching my savings slowly and steadily deplete over 3-4 years was probably one of my most painful moments in my life financially.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3905336868448876265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=3905336868448876265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3905336868448876265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3905336868448876265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/07/hows-your-cash-flow.html' title='How&apos;s Your Cash Flow?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-3553147562662114235</id><published>2010-07-13T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:50:43.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wait, you work here?</title><summary type='text'>So work today was a little awkward.  You see, not only did they do layoffs yesterday, but well, it wasn’t the traditional “Hey, you’re fired, and now we’re going to escort you out the building.”  Uh, no, they gave my friends two weeks to find another job within the company.So I waltzed in this morning, said hello to the admin with whom I shared an office for nearly a year, and she promptly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3553147562662114235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=3553147562662114235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3553147562662114235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3553147562662114235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-wait-you-work-here.html' title='Oh wait, you work here?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-7348727312826790440</id><published>2010-06-23T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:20:20.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The SkinCare Regime...</title><summary type='text'>Back in January I mentioned that I was experimenting with skincare products and promised to report back after a full-scale review.  Six months later, I think I’ve seen enough, and I’m sorta-semi shocked with the ultimate results.Prior to beginning my quest this winter, my daily skin care regimen was to apply sunscreen daily.  That was it; that was all.  I didn’t even wash my face except in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7348727312826790440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7348727312826790440' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7348727312826790440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7348727312826790440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/06/skincare-regime.html' title='The SkinCare Regime...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-336010141173060301</id><published>2010-06-15T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:48:13.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck it, Pac-10!</title><summary type='text'>And P.S. - maybe next year we'll invite some of your schools to join OUR conference.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/336010141173060301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=336010141173060301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/336010141173060301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/336010141173060301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/06/suck-it-pac-10.html' title='Suck it, Pac-10!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-1910885250462787055</id><published>2010-06-14T23:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:58:34.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working In-House...</title><summary type='text'>Although, this could probably apply to any client now that I think about it...Ana:  Blah-blah-blah-blah, but from a legal perspective, I would advise you to do XYZ.Random Dude in Company:  I'd like for you to give me a legal argument as to why I should do XYZ.  I just don't think you're right.What I'd like to say -Ana:  Actually, Bud.  I just gave you ten minutes of legal argument.  I wish you'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1910885250462787055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1910885250462787055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1910885250462787055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1910885250462787055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/06/working-in-house.html' title='Working In-House...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-2089884536774446158</id><published>2010-04-28T22:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:37:20.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I'm Wrong...</title><summary type='text'>Popping in to say hello and tell you I am alive - meaning I survived my brother’s wedding.As I packed the night before (the wedding was outside of Los Angeles) my sister texted me to let me know that a group of people were going hot-tubbing after the rehearsal dinner.  Not having purchased a swimsuit in ten years (and thereby not having one that fit) I drove to Target in a flurry to pick up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2089884536774446158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2089884536774446158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2089884536774446158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2089884536774446158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-im-wrong.html' title='Sometimes I&apos;m Wrong...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-388230585904180291</id><published>2010-04-19T20:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:29:54.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Old Navy...</title><summary type='text'>Dear Old Navy,I recently (and inadvertently) lost a few pounds.  Although most people can fluctuate five pounds without moving up or down a size, I am not one of those people.  And so, with the idea that this weight loss will probably be short-lived, I decided to hit up one of your stores for some cheap, casual, small-cut clothes for summer that I wouldn’t feel bad about letting go of in six </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/388230585904180291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=388230585904180291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/388230585904180291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/388230585904180291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-old-navy.html' title='Dear Old Navy...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2113711087139663479</id><published>2010-03-21T00:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:50:14.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Child...</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm not preppie, but I find as a I get older that I do prefer simple over outrageous, and classic over trendy....which is why I loved a recent email from my mother where she asked,"Do you think I might find a dress for your brother's wedding at LL.Bean?  It is a beach wedding after all."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2113711087139663479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2113711087139663479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2113711087139663479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2113711087139663479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mothers-child.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Child...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-8454889875069788163</id><published>2010-03-18T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:00:07.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And How is Life Treating Me?</title><summary type='text'>Well, my boss went out of town - so I thought things might quiet down a bit.  Sometime in mid-December I chipped (thankfully) a back molar.  (Thankful that it was in the back as opposed to the front.)  Because I thought all might be quiet on the western front, I made an ridiculously early dental appointment for this week (which felt even earlier since I forgot all about daylight savings stuff).On</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8454889875069788163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8454889875069788163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8454889875069788163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8454889875069788163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-how-is-life-treating-me.html' title='And How is Life Treating Me?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-7647981593709892344</id><published>2010-03-17T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:00:08.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Redneck Hippie and the Yuppie Granola…</title><summary type='text'>It has come to my attention that many people put hippies and greenies and their various subforms into one large category.  Au contraire, mon frère, these groups are very different – and two that run rampant in Texas are…the redneck hippie and the yuppie granola.  Allow me to educate…The yuppie granola drives….the latest and greatest hybrid vehicle.The redneck hippie drives…a twenty year old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7647981593709892344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7647981593709892344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7647981593709892344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7647981593709892344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/03/redneck-hippie-and-yuppie-granola.html' title='The Redneck Hippie and the Yuppie Granola…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-3738846070220957677</id><published>2010-03-12T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:00:13.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the House Frugality…</title><summary type='text'>I’ve never made much money, so over time, I’ve learned to be cheap, I mean, um, frugal.  In law school, and in the year after, I learned how to do so like never before.  Here are some cost-cutting tips that add up over time (and which usually help the environment-bonus).  And yes, I do all of these things…even though I am now gainfully employed.Ditch the Fabric Softener…Dude, not only will you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3738846070220957677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=3738846070220957677' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3738846070220957677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3738846070220957677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/03/around-house-frugality.html' title='Around the House Frugality…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-7591420783051083309</id><published>2010-03-11T19:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:23:00.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact or Fiction?</title><summary type='text'>Fact.  If you wash your hair once a week, your oil production levels will even out in about six weeks.Yep, just tried it.  On week five or so.  Do you know how much time, water, energy, shampoo, money, etc. that I can save by doing this over a lifetime?Sweet!That being said, the first few weeks require wearing a ponytail from day 3-4 on until it all works out.  Yeah, it was kinda gross, BUT WORTH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7591420783051083309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7591420783051083309' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7591420783051083309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7591420783051083309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/03/fact-or-fiction.html' title='Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-3152684849563595006</id><published>2010-03-09T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:28:23.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But Still Technologically Retarded...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Senior Counsel showed me the little 'trick' of pressing T when scrolling through messages on your blackberry.  Boy, do I feel stupid.Now if only I could find someone to show me how to set up my voicemail on the darn thing.What?  I've only had it for like, six months.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3152684849563595006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=3152684849563595006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3152684849563595006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3152684849563595006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-still-technologically-retarded.html' title='But Still Technologically Retarded...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-7250616559413724585</id><published>2010-03-09T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:21:36.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bought a Piece of Technology!</title><summary type='text'>I know.  Hell must have frozen over, right?  I’m a little shocked myself.  Despite never having bought a television or a stereo or a vacuum cleaner, I finally did it.I got a new ipod.My first ipod was won in a raffle, and I thought it was pretty groovy – because it held SO much more than the MP3 player my dad gave me.  BUT, it’s amazing how fast one can get to 4G’s.  And that’s how much my little</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7250616559413724585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7250616559413724585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7250616559413724585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7250616559413724585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-bought-piece-of-technology.html' title='I Bought a Piece of Technology!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-8179909334744332970</id><published>2010-02-21T15:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:46:40.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Grappling with Technology...</title><summary type='text'>After my grandmother died in the fall of 1996 and my grandfather was moved to an assisted living home, my mother, brother, and I all assembled at their home in San Antonio to go about figuring out what to do with their stuff.  Mom gave my brother and I each a sheet of dot stickers.  Mine were blue and his were green.  She gave us a second sheet with a third color for my sister.“Mark anything you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8179909334744332970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8179909334744332970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8179909334744332970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8179909334744332970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-grappling-with-technology.html' title='More Grappling with Technology...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-4449903251127533456</id><published>2010-02-18T10:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:59:37.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And People Wonder Why They're Single...</title><summary type='text'>So, since you guys seemed to enjoy the last date post, I thought I’d follow-up with more “fun” online adventures.  I’ve now been on the site for six months, and I’ve met or received emails from *quite* an “interesting” group of people.Seriously, I think I could write the self-help book from hell when this is all over.  My initial thoughts of online dating before I signed up remain the same.  For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4449903251127533456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4449903251127533456' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4449903251127533456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4449903251127533456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-people-wonder-why-theyre-single.html' title='And People Wonder Why They&apos;re Single...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-3826535443424892512</id><published>2010-02-17T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:00:04.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherein I am once again forced to join the 21st Century…</title><summary type='text'>Remember that post from awhile ago where I told you how bad I was with technology?  I mentioned that I got my TV in 1997…and that my dad bought it for me.Well here it is…or here it was.Replete with awesome antenna sticker.Around Thanksgiving my dad called asking what I wanted for Xmas.Nothing, of course.Was I member of AAA?  Would I like roadside assistance?Are you kidding me?  I’ve lived alone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3826535443424892512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=3826535443424892512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3826535443424892512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3826535443424892512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/02/wherein-i-am-once-again-forced-to-join.html' title='Wherein I am once again forced to join the 21st Century…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-341299156689604546</id><published>2010-02-16T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:52:15.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamy date...</title><summary type='text'>Friday, shortly after I realized that my work had become an obsession, and while I sat waiting for the tow guy to jump start my car, I responded to a guy on the online dating site.He’d been emailing me since October, and I’d flaked countless times.  Earlier in the week, he’d sent a final note asking me to accompany him to see a folk singer, promising this was the last time he’d bug me.  As it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/341299156689604546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=341299156689604546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/341299156689604546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/341299156689604546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/02/steamy-date.html' title='Steamy date...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-4396074037274676759</id><published>2010-02-15T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:13:00.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be musically bipolar...</title><summary type='text'>As much as I love the shuffle option on my ipod, I will admit that I'm the type to play a certain song over-and-over-and-over again until I can no longer stand to hear it.Last month I had two.  I alternated between:Bad Romance by Lady GaGaANDIf I Needed You by Townes Van Zandt (as performed by Ray Benson)???If you know these two songs, you know they sound NOTHING alike.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4396074037274676759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4396074037274676759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4396074037274676759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4396074037274676759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-might-be-musically-bipolar.html' title='I might be musically bipolar...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-5658852157049936111</id><published>2010-02-14T13:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:13:32.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectives and Caldo de Turkey...</title><summary type='text'>So I started writing this long post about my Friday, and suffice to say, a dead car battery yesterday morning turned out to be the wake-up call that I needed to realize that work is consuming my life as of late.Yes, there’s a lot of work, and yes, I’m on a learning curve, and yes, most days I’m happier in the office than anywhere else BUT I shouldn’t be canceling weekend vacations last minute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5658852157049936111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=5658852157049936111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5658852157049936111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5658852157049936111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/02/perspectives-and-caldo-de-turkey.html' title='Perspectives and Caldo de Turkey...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-6273941211795781540</id><published>2010-02-03T23:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:06:12.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of International Law...</title><summary type='text'>Dear World,We have noticed that X, Y, &amp; Z are somewhat of a problem.  In order to rectify the matter, we ask that you report A, B, &amp; C.  Given the sensitive and particular nature of this issue, we ask that you respond ASAP.Love, AnaResponses from around the world:From Latin America:Dear Ana,We are committed to A, B, &amp; C.  Because of the importance of this matter, we promise you a complete answer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6273941211795781540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6273941211795781540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6273941211795781540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6273941211795781540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/02/world-of-international-law.html' title='The World of International Law...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-3281989787905207926</id><published>2010-02-03T21:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:48:51.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is your life, Charlie Brown...</title><summary type='text'>The time: 9:40 pm on a Wednesday.The predicament:  You have a 10 pm conference call (on a preeetty sensitive matter) and can't locate your blackberry.The crisis:  This is what constitutes my current definition of horror?Does anyone else feel compelled to walk away from their life and join a clothing-optional commune that sustains itself by harvesting organic goat cheese?No?Just me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/3281989787905207926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=3281989787905207926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3281989787905207926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/3281989787905207926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-your-life-charlie-brown.html' title='This is your life, Charlie Brown...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-5497302617246817435</id><published>2010-01-26T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:28:29.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that feel weird...</title><summary type='text'>(After law school, I mean)You leave work...later than you would have at any job you've had before.You go home, do stuff around the house, go out and meet friends for dinner.You get home around 10 pm and sit down at your computer to do work, answer emails, and prepare (?) for the workday tomorrow.Get ready to go to bed early, set your alarm so that you can wake up and be in the office in time for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/5497302617246817435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=5497302617246817435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5497302617246817435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/5497302617246817435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-feel-weird.html' title='Things that feel weird...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-9117150733185048298</id><published>2010-01-26T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:00:03.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bridesmaid's Dress...</title><summary type='text'>Although I’d scheduled a Sunday date with Wine-Time-Girl to pick out a champagne-colored bridesmaid dress at David’s Bridal, I found myself walking through the doors Saturday afternoon.I did it because:a) I had the time;b) I was apparently the only bridesmaid who hadn’t yet ordered her dress;c) I found myself unopposed to facing the challenge at that moment; andd) Let’s face it.  This was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/9117150733185048298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=9117150733185048298' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9117150733185048298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9117150733185048298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/01/bridesmaids-dress.html' title='The Bridesmaid&apos;s Dress...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-249324207382158740</id><published>2010-01-25T14:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:00:00.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Questions...</title><summary type='text'>Dear Blog Readers,Will you help a girl out?  I've got a friend who's currently trying to put together a CLE.  The CLE will revolve around new lawyers and how to act, ethics, professional etiquette, etc.If you could ask a panel of seasoned lawyers anything, what would you want to know?Put your questions in the comments.Many-many thanks.Love,Ana</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/249324207382158740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=249324207382158740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/249324207382158740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/249324207382158740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-questions.html' title='Four Questions...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-9062616122935334425</id><published>2010-01-24T22:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:55:36.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Six Year Race...</title><summary type='text'>(It's a long post...sorry, that happens sometimes...and it is a six-year narrative.)I spent two years planning for law school.  I researched schools almost painstakingly – examining their admission grids on the LSAC site to determine which ones favored LSAT and which ones favored grades.  I asked around to determine how different schools in the state were perceived by other lawyers.  I looked at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/9062616122935334425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=9062616122935334425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9062616122935334425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9062616122935334425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/01/six-year-race.html' title='The Six Year Race...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-7320137213065361248</id><published>2010-01-16T16:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:02:06.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays in the New Year...</title><summary type='text'>You want to know what one of the best feelings is to wake up with on a Saturday morning?  “I feel like throwing stuff out.”Yes! It’s awesome.  Although I didn’t like moving to an apartment with a shoebox-sized closet, I’m starting to appreciate it.  The less space you have, the less you can hold.  (Sadly this does not hold true with over-stuffed bookshelves.  I just keep stacking and jamming and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7320137213065361248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7320137213065361248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7320137213065361248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7320137213065361248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturdays-in-new-year.html' title='Saturdays in the New Year...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-6796598859027399016</id><published>2010-01-13T18:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:04:50.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Armchair Parenting...</title><summary type='text'>This whole brouhaha between a Dallas-suburb school district and the parents of a 4 year old pre-K student has really gotten my panties into a wad based on the actions of both parties.To give you a little background, the 4 year old has been placed in in-school suspension for the last few months over the length of his hair (and not particularly long hair at that).  Read the article here.The school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6796598859027399016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6796598859027399016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6796598859027399016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6796598859027399016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/01/armchair-parenting.html' title='Armchair Parenting...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-1194227889638901144</id><published>2010-01-11T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:22:29.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my Blackberry...</title><summary type='text'>Wanna know why?I do international stuff - which means that when I wake up in the morning, am feeling groggy and tired and mopey and whiny, and I check the thing...because I *HAVE* to...I have at least 20 emails waiting for me.  Dude, these people are on the other side of the world.  This can wait the extra hour-and-a-half before I get into the office, but I get up and it's like, WHOOSH - have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1194227889638901144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1194227889638901144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1194227889638901144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1194227889638901144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-my-blackberry.html' title='I hate my Blackberry...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-1915313672214633575</id><published>2010-01-11T21:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:28:53.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really I'm just a rebel...</title><summary type='text'>I love that I’m thoroughly engaged at my job.  However, I hate it that it leaves me tired in the evening, unable to think or have the motivation to write, but hey, I’m trying.Tonight’s topic?  Buying a home.  When I went to law school, it was in order to fulfill one dream.  I wanted to be able to buy a home…in an area of town that I wanted to live in.  Yet, once I graduated, I started to second </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1915313672214633575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1915313672214633575' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1915313672214633575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1915313672214633575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2010/01/really-im-just-rebel.html' title='Really I&apos;m just a rebel...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2584355496145788784</id><published>2009-12-10T21:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:38:15.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wow...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I'll admit, I don't even remember *what* the original article was about because it's the comments that are really getting me.Browse through them, and you'll find a ton that are grossly sexist and offensive (to both genders), but the ones that seemed to horrify me the most, that shocked me beyond belief are the ones where:certain men seem to think women are responsible for the recession - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2584355496145788784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2584355496145788784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2584355496145788784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2584355496145788784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-wow.html' title='Oh wow...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-9129171763809787454</id><published>2009-12-10T20:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:31:47.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 25 Most Played Songs on My Ipod…</title><summary type='text'>So, I won the ipod a year ago, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.  But it wasn’t until a few days ago that I looked to see what I listened to the most.I have to say, some were surprising while others were downright embarrassing, so without further ado…25.  Suerte by ShakiraThis would be the Spanish version of Whenever, Wherever.24. Are You Out There by Dar WilliamsThis song is off of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/9129171763809787454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=9129171763809787454' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9129171763809787454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/9129171763809787454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-25-most-played-songs-on-my-ipod.html' title='Top 25 Most Played Songs on My Ipod…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-6647683218063250022</id><published>2009-12-01T21:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:57:51.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote For Namby!</title><summary type='text'>The Namby Pamby Lawyer (formerly Law Student) is a finalist in the ABA Journal Blawg 100.  Congrats NP.Namby's been around for-evah - and unlike me, he still actually writes about law stuff...and also, unlike me, he's managed to maintain his wit since graduating from law school.VOTE HERE.Oh wait, I just realized that the ABA wants people to register a login in order to vote.  (Lame) No wonder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6647683218063250022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6647683218063250022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6647683218063250022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6647683218063250022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/12/vote-for-namby.html' title='Vote For Namby!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-6681974434584783802</id><published>2009-11-30T00:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:51:53.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School Searchers...</title><summary type='text'>I'm getting a lot of hits lately from people who are trying to figure out how to scope out a law school or how to choose which law school to go to.I hate to break it to you, BUT the economy sucks right now, law schools are flooded with applications, more schools are getting accredited by the ABA every day, AND......this is like the WORST possible time to take on debt and go to law school.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6681974434584783802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6681974434584783802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6681974434584783802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6681974434584783802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/law-school-searchers.html' title='Law School Searchers...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-4982672244318046907</id><published>2009-11-29T18:27:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:07:42.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Johnny D...</title><summary type='text'>When I was a kid, my father had a serious man-crush on John Denver.  Whenever my family was gathered around a campfire, which in my youth seemed like every other weekend, my father’s guitar repertoire consisted of two factions – every John Denver song known to man and the entire Peter, Paul, and Mommy album.  “I’ve been swallowed by a Boa Constrictor.  I’ve been swallowed…”  During my mother's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4982672244318046907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=4982672244318046907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4982672244318046907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/4982672244318046907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-johnny-d.html' title='Oh, Johnny D...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-8597625582976914167</id><published>2009-11-29T17:05:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:54:03.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots...</title><summary type='text'>The other day I had a cut and hunted down some ointment.  When I found the tube, the sight of it made me smile, and I thought, “Wow, it must be over a year since I’ve used this.”You’re probably wondering, “Uh, Ana.  What’s so weird about the tube?”Well, I’ll give you a hint.  Here’s my tube of toothpaste that I use every day.See the difference?  I squeeze my tubes from the top.Last September </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8597625582976914167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8597625582976914167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8597625582976914167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8597625582976914167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/snapshots.html' title='Snapshots...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-1813529985149511266</id><published>2009-11-26T17:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:58:58.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Self-Contained Thanksgiving...</title><summary type='text'>Because I’ve lived more than a thousand miles away from my family since the age of eighteen, making a quick jaunt home for Thanksgiving has never really been an option.This usually leaves me with two scenarios: spend Thanksgiving with a friend and their relatives or join a group of friends at their house for Thanksgiving.  The first instance can involve tense moments between relatives, several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1813529985149511266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1813529985149511266' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1813529985149511266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1813529985149511266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-contained-thanksgiving.html' title='The Self-Contained Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-6215667983394582656</id><published>2009-11-24T20:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:55:09.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, that's sad...</title><summary type='text'>I was just sitting outside on my deck smoking a cigarette.  When it was finished, I put it out and thought, "Well, I'm tired.  I guess I'll get ready for bed."Then I walked inside and saw that it was 8:30 pm.And even after that, I'm *still* thinking about going to bed.It's like I have the symptoms of depression...lack of interest in food/sex/activity, fatigue, unintentional weight loss (just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6215667983394582656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6215667983394582656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6215667983394582656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6215667983394582656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-thats-sad.html' title='Oh, that&apos;s sad...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-1062386370044752154</id><published>2009-11-23T18:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:46:33.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TLAWALAM – Now with MORE Martha!</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago I was on the phone with my Dad, and he asked how she was enjoying her pet store gift card.  The parents sent her *quite* the present after she saved the day with the break-in.Um yeah, I hadn’t used it.  Martha has treats galore and a tendency to destroy any toy she’s given.  My father however, insisted that I go use the card and let her rip apart stuffed animals to her little heart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1062386370044752154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1062386370044752154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1062386370044752154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1062386370044752154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/tlawalam-now-with-more-martha.html' title='TLAWALAM – Now with MORE Martha!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-243367560863128822</id><published>2009-11-22T20:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:06:49.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Standards...</title><summary type='text'>The last year was spent carrying around the green $16 purse from Target. And then there was the little brown bag that cost $12, but quickly fell out of my favor.  (Both purses can be seen in this post.)After my promotion I thought about getting a new purse, a “nice” purse, a brandy-namey purse.Yeah, that never happened.  Instead I returned to the tried and true which very-very-very long time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/243367560863128822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=243367560863128822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/243367560863128822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/243367560863128822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-year-was-spent-carrying-around.html' title='Old Standards...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-6742715153257427591</id><published>2009-11-21T19:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:04:26.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Brainers...</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I had two events I could attend: a girl friend's book club or a guy friend's birthday party and this morning I still wasn't sure which one I was up for.I spent the day running around town for a city-wide art show called Artcrawl in which two people I knew had exhibitions.  The day was cold and rainy - and it's still that way.On the way home, I picked up a bottle of red and a quart of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6742715153257427591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6742715153257427591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6742715153257427591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6742715153257427591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-brainers.html' title='No Brainers...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-6879886018838230341</id><published>2009-11-20T19:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:12:22.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You don’t need to throw me a soft pitch just because I’m a girl…</title><summary type='text'>I often receive comments on this blog with which I disagree.  They don’t bother me.  I enjoy the array of perspectives.  But sometimes, just sometimes, I feel the need to respond publicly, not because I’m pissed off or need to prove them wrong, but because sometimes you just need to educate the masses.  It’s a civic duty really, and I take it pretty seriously.A week or so ago I wrote a post on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6879886018838230341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6879886018838230341' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6879886018838230341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6879886018838230341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-dont-need-to-throw-me-soft-pitch.html' title='You don’t need to throw me a soft pitch just because I’m a girl…'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-141883823345159574</id><published>2009-11-19T15:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:16:31.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Athletic Force Majeure...</title><summary type='text'>So, I’m working on a project for North Africa, and the other day, I emailed my counterpart in Algeria to say:Hey Dude,What’s up?  I still need that stuff we talked about last week in order to proceed.Hugs &amp; Kisses,AnaHe emailed back:Dude,  Really sorry about that.  We’re currently in a national security crisis right now.  Egypt and Algeria had a football match and all hell broke loose.  We had to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/141883823345159574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=141883823345159574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/141883823345159574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/141883823345159574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/athletic-force-majeure.html' title='Athletic Force Majeure...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-6930821478941327013</id><published>2009-11-15T15:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:20:44.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' to the Chapel...</title><summary type='text'>Did I scare you with that title?  Did you think it was for me?  Gah, no!  NEVER!   I promise you, I will never-ever-ever have some kind of fancy-schmancy wedding ceremony.  I’ll tell you why in a minute.But First!Brother and Sis-in-Law are getting married in April, and the planning has started to heat up.  If you remember, I wrote a post about it shortly after Christmas last year because they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/6930821478941327013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=6930821478941327013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6930821478941327013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/6930821478941327013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/goin-to-chapel.html' title='Goin&apos; to the Chapel...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-7404691231894395496</id><published>2009-11-04T21:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:15:23.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Can Haz Internetz...</title><summary type='text'>Growing up, I think my mother thought that chicks got screwed in a lot of life.  Because of that she trained her daughters to be independent, assertive, and self-reliant.Today, I am kick-ass at a lot of things, but two areas plague me.  I have difficulty reaching objects in high places, and I suck at technology.The first drawback makes sense given my midget status, but the second failure always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7404691231894395496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=7404691231894395496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7404691231894395496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/7404691231894395496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/11/ana-can-haz-internetz.html' title='Ana Can Haz Internetz...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-8180706019278296338</id><published>2009-10-27T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:28:57.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it!</title><summary type='text'>So I’m not sick anymore…or who knows, maybe I am insofar as my boss just came into my office and asked if I needed to go home.  I have a nasty cough and the sniffles, but I don’t want to leave because, dork-o-rama, I love my job and am so happy to be back after missing three days.Why do I love it?  I dunno.  It could be because I work with great people or the work is interesting or whatever, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8180706019278296338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8180706019278296338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8180706019278296338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8180706019278296338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-it.html' title='Love it!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-78226810848514887</id><published>2009-10-23T13:21:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:33:38.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I might wear purple too!</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps it’s because I’ve been sick these past few days, or maybe I’m just completely worn out from everything, but this morning, as I was walking the dog and feeling sicker with each step, I passed a little old lady and was surprised when the thought passed my mind, “I want to be old!”At first glance it makes no sense.  Aren’t all of us in our own way trying to run from death in one form or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/78226810848514887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=78226810848514887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/78226810848514887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/78226810848514887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-i-might-wear-purple-too.html' title='And I might wear purple too!'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2843886716034378244</id><published>2009-10-03T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:30:41.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday...</title><summary type='text'>Oh, Saturday. I have a list of things to do which includes paying my rent and picking up groceries, but it’s overcast outside, I’m a teensy bit tired, and all I want to do is lie in bed and read.  This is how I spend my morning, finishing up the latest Thomas Py*nchon novel about a PI in the late 1960’s who lives on the beach and just happens to be a stoner prone to periods of blackout.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2843886716034378244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2843886716034378244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2843886716034378244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2843886716034378244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-8527429793042751312</id><published>2009-10-01T00:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:32:39.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there...</title><summary type='text'>Oh dear-dear-dear readers, I must apologize.  A few weeks ago, I posted a piece discussing my ambivalence about this blog, and you responded.  And I wanted to say something back to you, but LIFE got in the way, and I became very busy, and I will tell you all about it in the next few paragraphs, but dear-dear-dear readers…Thank you so very much.Thank you for all of your kind words.  You definitely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8527429793042751312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8527429793042751312' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8527429793042751312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8527429793042751312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-there.html' title='Hi there...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-404674599456103785</id><published>2009-09-28T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:45:01.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would just like to say...</title><summary type='text'>I have two degrees......from two different schools......and BOTH of them are in the Top 25 for college football.If you're not jealous, you should be.PS - In regards to the last post, yes, I called the police immediately.  911 in fact.  Between my neighbors, friends, and co-workers offering me places to stay, friends calling every day to make sure that I'm still alive, and my own mother calling me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/404674599456103785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=404674599456103785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/404674599456103785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/404674599456103785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-would-just-like-to-say.html' title='I would just like to say...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-443124719457178317</id><published>2009-09-25T02:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:16:38.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace to all who enter here...</title><summary type='text'>That's what my back door looked like at 8:45 pm tonight.  Normally, the glass sheets cover the entire door, and normally, the screen is not cut.Want to know what makes it even better?I was home.  I was here.  I was sitting on my living room couch doing document review while a strange unknown man entered my kitchen.Did I have a clue?  No, but you know who did?  MARTHA THE WONDER DOG!  She kicked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/443124719457178317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=443124719457178317' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/443124719457178317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/443124719457178317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/09/peace-to-all-who-enter-here.html' title='Peace to all who enter here...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-8747970419820308123</id><published>2009-09-14T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:55:12.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time to call it quits?</title><summary type='text'>I haven’t enjoyed writing the blog lately.I feel like my writing is forced.  I feel like it’s disingenuous, and I feel like it just isn’t that funny (even when I’m trying to be).I started writing this blog in law school, partially as an outlet, and partially as an attempt to discuss the absurdity of it all.I can’t tell you about the absurdities of my job.  I had drinks with a co-worker tonight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/8747970419820308123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=8747970419820308123' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8747970419820308123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/8747970419820308123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-time-to-call-it-quits.html' title='Is it time to call it quits?'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-2058828955651776184</id><published>2009-09-09T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:23:42.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sick...</title><summary type='text'>I'm home sick today.I'm wearing flip-flops, a tank top, and knit gaucho pants.The dog is at my feet.I'm reading blogs.It's an ugly day and pouring down rain outside.And yet, I am immensely happy...until another email from work rolls in.Now, I know it's just a phase because work has been pretty CRAPPY the past few weeks, but don't you think it's sad when you'd rather be *sick* than be at work?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/2058828955651776184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=2058828955651776184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2058828955651776184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/2058828955651776184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-sick.html' title='Home sick...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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-3909968.post-1441647331549363345</id><published>2009-09-07T18:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:16:01.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I rock at first impressions...</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago I was listening to my ipod at work, and when a song came on that I really liked, I checked to see who the artist was.I have to do this all the time because I only buy one album a year.  It’s a compilation CD put out by an Austin radio station that includes about 30 acoustic sets by rockers, folk singers, and various forms of Americana.Upon learning the name of the artist, I checked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1441647331549363345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909968&amp;postID=1441647331549363345' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1441647331549363345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909968/posts/default/1441647331549363345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-rock-at-first-impressions.html' title='I rock at first impressions...'/><author><name>Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699</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>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
