<?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-7801903967980347</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:14:54.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThirtySomething</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-5124570588944184268</id><published>2010-08-08T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T09:29:47.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This posting below was written by my amazing husband, Dan. He certainly has a way with words! Enjoy our story and we use this as a tribute to our friend Chris Mathieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of my friends and family know, I spent many, many years trying to find my true beloved. I tried it all . . . Match.com, Jdate.com, It's Just Lunch, speed dating, singles parties, and on and on and on. Now that Nicole and I celebrate almost five months of marriage, I thought today would be the perfect day to reveal a part of our story not many know, yet was a crucial factor in bringing our two lives together forever. The Mathieu Factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Chris Mathieu many years ago when he auditioned for Comedy Sportz -- the improv group in which I frequently performed in. He was/is hilarious and his presence on stage made me want to be in that scene or game with him with every show. We could always count on him showing up in his signature sweatpants and flip flops and at least one "raspberry"-tongue-spit-take in a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years passed and Chris's calling brought him to his last Comedy Sportz show before he moved out to Los Angeles to pursue his dreams. I remember it was a busy time of year for me and my dating life was going nowhere as usual. It was sad to think I may never play on stage again with Chris and when I heard it was his last performance, I made sure I was at least in the audience to see him on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback . . . I briefly met Nicole at one of my Too Many Daves and the Brass SOULution band gigs about six months earlier. Our mutual friend J'ana McCaleb decided to bring Nicole to the gig at Sweethearts in Fairfax that night as Nicole's first night out after major back surgery. I was dating someone else at that time and so there was only a chance to buy her and J’ana a quick Miller Lite and a bit of polite conversation with Nicole before having to pay attention to my “girlfriend”. It was shortly after that gig that I broke up with that girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrive to watch Chris’s last show that Friday night from a late day at the office and found a seat in the back. The place was packed. J’ana had sent me an e-mail earlier in the week to say she may be attending because her friend Nicole was a friend of Chris. Wow! What a small world, right? Now, I had known J’ana for many years and knew the odds of her showing up at an event are not always good. So I didn’t expect to see J’ana and Nicole that night. I was happily surprised to see them sitting up in the 2nd row, so I went up to the row behind them and said “hi”. The both greeted me, but Nicole hardly made eye contact. I spoke to J’ana a bit and found out they were attending both shows (early and late) so I suggested drinks at a bar downstairs between shows. I went back to my seat in the back of the room and enjoyed a hilarious and belly-laughing show that was all about making Chris work his ass off on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chevy’s for a few drinks between shows and I was lamenting my recent dating mishaps as I usually did with J’ana. Nicole was happy to tell me what a fool I was being and how utterly clueless I was when it came to dating women. I did my best to finish my beer and save face in time for the next show. The 3 of us return to the theatre and sit in the back of the audience (again the place is packed). I sat between J’ana and Nicole. Nicole was busy talking to many of her old classmates from grade school and high school in the rows in front of us. Nicole knew Chris through Brian Cooke and had met Chris through that circle of friends. I ended up flirting with Nicole throughout the show and trying to get her to laugh even though it was impossible to compete with what was going on on-stage. We departed with a hand shake that night and went our separate ways, but somewhere I felt reassured we would meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’ana had planned a happy hour for our small circle of friends the next night at a bar called Lucky’s in Alexandria. It ended up only being J’ana, Jeff Rupp, and myself attending, but J’ana mentioned that Nicole may show up later. Nicole did arrive soon after that and the flirting continued from the night before. There were a few sparks throughout the night and when we left the bar to say our goodbyes I hugged Nicole. That hug was the moment we both look back on as the moment our relationship began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love story would not have come true if it weren’t for Chris Mathieu. We celebrate Chris Mathieu’s birthday today by sharing our story and the video Nicole asked Chris to make us for our wedding rehearsal dinner as a surprise for me. Unfortunately, the restaurant where we had the rehearsal dinner was unable to accommodate our audio visual needs at the last minute so most of our family and friends have yet to view the video. Today we posted the video on YouTube for all to see. Enjoy. (If you are wondering about the groundhog thing, see my previous blog post here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of my friends and family know, I spent many, many years trying to find my true beloved. I tried it all . . . Match.com, Jdate.com, It's Just Lunch, speed dating, singles parties, and on and on and on. Now that Nicole and I celebrate almost five months of marriage, I thought today would be the perfect day to reveal a part of our story not many know, yet was a crucial factor in bringing our two lives together forever. The Mathieu Factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Chris Mathieu many years ago when he auditioned for Comedy Sportz -- the improv group in which I frequently performed in. He was/is hilarious and his presence on stage made me want to be in that scene or game with him with every show. We could always count on him showing up in his signature sweatpants and flip flops and at least one "raspberry"-tongue-spit-take in a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years passed and Chris's calling brought him to his last Comedy Sportz show before he moved out to Los Angeles to pursue his dreams. I remember it was a busy time of year for me and my dating life was going nowhere as usual. It was sad to think I may never play on stage again with Chris and when I heard it was his last performance, I made sure I was at least in the audience to see him on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback . . . I briefly met Nicole at one of my Too Many Daves and the Brass SOULution band gigs about six months earlier. Our mutual friend J'ana McCaleb decided to bring Nicole to the gig at Sweethearts in Fairfax that night as Nicole's first night out after major back surgery. I was dating someone else at that time and so there was only a chance to buy her and J’ana a quick Miller Lite and a bit of polite conversation with Nicole before having to pay attention to my “girlfriend”. It was shortly after that gig that I broke up with that girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrive to watch Chris’s last show that Friday night from a late day at the office and found a seat in the back. The place was packed. J’ana had sent me an e-mail earlier in the week to say she may be attending because her friend Nicole was a friend of Chris. Wow! What a small world, right? Now, I had known J’ana for many years and knew the odds of her showing up at an event are not always good. So I didn’t expect to see J’ana and Nicole that night. I was happily surprised to see them sitting up in the 2nd row, so I went up to the row behind them and said “hi”. The both greeted me, but Nicole hardly made eye contact. I spoke to J’ana a bit and found out they were attending both shows (early and late) so I suggested drinks at a bar downstairs between shows. I went back to my seat in the back of the room and enjoyed a hilarious and belly-laughing show that was all about making Chris work his ass off on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chevy’s for a few drinks between shows and I was lamenting my recent dating mishaps as I usually did with J’ana. Nicole was happy to tell me what a fool I was being and how utterly clueless I was when it came to dating women. I did my best to finish my beer and save face in time for the next show. The 3 of us return to the theatre and sit in the back of the audience (again the place is packed). I sat between J’ana and Nicole. Nicole was busy talking to many of her old classmates from grade school and high school in the rows in front of us. Nicole knew Chris through Brian Cooke and had met Chris through that circle of friends. I ended up flirting with Nicole throughout the show and trying to get her to laugh even though it was impossible to compete with what was going on on-stage. We departed with a hand shake that night and went our separate ways, but somewhere I felt reassured we would meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’ana had planned a happy hour for our small circle of friends the next night at a bar called Lucky’s in Alexandria. It ended up only being J’ana, Jeff Rupp, and myself attending, but J’ana mentioned that Nicole may show up later. Nicole did arrive soon after that and the flirting continued from the night before. There were a few sparks throughout the night and when we left the bar to say our goodbyes I hugged Nicole. That hug was the moment we both look back on as the moment our relationship began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love story would not have come true if it weren’t for Chris Mathieu. We celebrate Chris Mathieu’s birthday today by sharing our story and the video Nicole asked Chris to make us for our wedding rehearsal dinner as a surprise for me. Unfortunately, the restaurant where we had the rehearsal dinner was unable to accommodate our audio visual needs at the last minute so most of our family and friends have yet to view the video. Today we posted the video on YouTube for all to see. Enjoy. (If you are wondering about the groundhog thing, see my previous blog post here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FFD23p06Cc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FFD23p06Cc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-5124570588944184268?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5124570588944184268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=5124570588944184268' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/5124570588944184268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/5124570588944184268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-posting-below-was-written-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-3068803759853592701</id><published>2009-11-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:01:25.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009</title><content type='html'>There is nothing better on Thanksgiving morning than a great cup of coffee and "Efing" yourself and family! I have had a blast and here is one of two videos that I put together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTkyNDM4NjY5NzYmcHQ9MTI1OTI*Mzk2MTIwOSZwPTQxODgxMyZkPTIwMzUxMyZnPTImbz*3ZmZhMzFjNjQwNTU*YjgwYjQ2OGVlZjU2ZDYxZjk*NSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A959251' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=M17zs5ocg5Y63NOR&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=M17zs5ocg5Y63NOR&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=M17zs5ocg5Y63NOR&amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Send your own &lt;a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-3068803759853592701?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3068803759853592701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=3068803759853592701' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/3068803759853592701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/3068803759853592701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-7676337516128099425</id><published>2009-11-05T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:15:16.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith Urban on the Today Show singing the song I will walk down the aisle to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/33653314#33653314" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-7676337516128099425?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7676337516128099425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=7676337516128099425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/7676337516128099425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/7676337516128099425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/keith-urban-on-today-show-singing-song.html' title='Keith Urban on the Today Show singing the song I will walk down the aisle to'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-1039616247484479049</id><published>2009-06-29T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:58:41.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night Still Exists Even When 33K Miles Away</title><content type='html'>I have to give a huge shout out to Virgin America. I am writing this blog while in the air on my way to my Annual Conference in San Francisco. I was bummed to miss Monday night at home with Dan as that is our "date" night when we watch The Bachelorette and make fun of the guys and what's going on. I didn't want to miss it and due to wifi on Virgin.America Dan and I have been able to chat via messenger the entire way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime and I flew this airline last summer out to Seattle for the CMP Conclave and loved it. There are outlets at the seats, awesome music to choose from that you don't need your own iPod and satellite TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you need to travel, I highly recommend Virgin America! Thanks to them I was able to keep my long standing date night with Dan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-1039616247484479049?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1039616247484479049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=1039616247484479049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/1039616247484479049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/1039616247484479049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-night-still-exists-even-when-33k.html' title='Date Night Still Exists Even When 33K Miles Away'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-5922726976849096153</id><published>2009-06-28T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:05:44.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck of the Irish It Is....Thank you SoKoBe!</title><content type='html'>This past week was a really tough one with preparing for my Annual Conference and many social functions that were on the calendar. By Friday I was exhausted. I was on lunch and checked my email and there was a message about SoKoBe Contests. I thought, that sounds familiar, well I opened the email and it reminded me that I had entered a contest to win a diamond ring through SoKoBe.com. Turns out that our story came in 3rd place and I won a pair of Diamond Earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. Everyone tells me I win everything, but this was out of no where. Out of hundreds of entries mine had come in the top three. I am just thrilled beyond words. Check out the link below to see the official news and thank you again to the lady that sent Dan the twitter message about the contest. Mostly, thanks to my love for passing it along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sokobe.com/diamondcontest"&gt;http://sokobe.com/diamondcontest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-5922726976849096153?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5922726976849096153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=5922726976849096153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/5922726976849096153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/5922726976849096153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2009/06/luck-of-irish-it-isthank-you-sokobe.html' title='Luck of the Irish It Is....Thank you SoKoBe!'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-7306381204165090378</id><published>2009-06-02T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:00:24.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck of the Irish (I'm keeping my fingers crossed SoKoBe.com will feel the same way)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SiVE5Rx-VTI/AAAAAAAAACA/0-gAb-15rac/s1600-h/mohegan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342752283761202482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SiVE5Rx-VTI/AAAAAAAAACA/0-gAb-15rac/s320/mohegan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was on vacation with my mom this weekend when a message came in from my boyfriend that said: "This was mentioned in a tweet I got...2nd and 3rd prize might be nice too, you are the lucky one". So I clicked to the link that sent me to &lt;a href="http://www.sokobe.com/"&gt;http://www.sokobe.com/&lt;/a&gt;. What might these prizes be you ask....well 1st prize is a diamond ring and 2nd and 3rd are diamond earrings. In talking to Dan about this he said I am such a lucky person that I should go for it and tell our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I met two years ago in the spring when a mutual friend of ours invited me to hear his band play. I hear had all about dan over the past several months so I was excited to put a face with the name. When we walked into the bar and she pointed him out to me, my heart skipped a beat. He was adorable and I couldn't wait to meet him. That night he came over to us and brough us beers and we spoke for a few moments, but his girlfriend at the time was also there. Soon after meeting him, I left for the evening. Forward a few months when I invited this mutual friend with me to an improv show. She said to me " this is great, I bet Dan will be there, he does improv with this group also." I had no idea and I was so nervous that night. We ended up grabbing drinks between shows and he was asking us advice about dating! The next night our friend invited me to join them for happy hour and it was that night that I knew my life would never be the same. We spent the whole night talking and laughing and we had so much in common. The end of the evening came too quickly and he hugged me goodbye and it was the most sensual, electric hug I have ever had. The thought still gives me chills. Not 20 minutes later I got a text from him that said "thinking of you....is that ok". I wrote back "absolutely" and the rest as they say is history. We have been together for almost 1 year and 8 months and it's been a whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest has asked us: Why do we deserve to win a diamond ring? Well, we forgot to get one while we were in South Africa last fall! Technically, yes we were in South Africa, but no we didn't look at diamonds while we were there. I did mention to him while we were there that I wanted to price the diamonds, but I don't think he understood why until we got home and heard a story on the news about the worlds largest diamond being mined from South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great for us to win this diamond ring. For me personally, it would be a huge burden on finances for Dan. He has recently started his own business and in doing so is using up his own personal savings to get it started. We are also carrying two mortgages while living together so that we can be together. Our goal is to try to save so that we can buy a new house together. Wining this diamond ring would be a huge help (for everyone I'm sure that enters) in the savings department. Dan and I have also led a very comical life with our relationship and this would be another great story to add to the collection. The first time I told Dan I loved him was after I blew up his washing machine in his house and the fire department had to come out. It was my FIRST day staying there with him, he was at work and I was trying to be helpful and get some laundry done from one of our recent trips! SoKoBe has a quote on their website that says: "What you see is what you get. No gimmicks." They say this about their site and their quality of items. Well, I can say the same is true for Dan and I: "What you see is what you get. No gimmicks" and this is why we would deserve to win the diamond ring contest that is being held at Sokobe.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-7306381204165090378?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7306381204165090378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=7306381204165090378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/7306381204165090378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/7306381204165090378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2009/06/luck-of-irish-im-keeping-my-fingers.html' title='Luck of the Irish (I&apos;m keeping my fingers crossed SoKoBe.com will feel the same way)'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SiVE5Rx-VTI/AAAAAAAAACA/0-gAb-15rac/s72-c/mohegan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-4847367963009445480</id><published>2009-04-06T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:19:23.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puxatawney Nightmare (reposted from Dan's Blog)</title><content type='html'>So Nicole (my girlfriend) came home about an hour ago, stepped out of her car, and started walking back to the house across the parking lot of our townhouse community. All of a sudden a groundhog comes galloping up to her from under the stoop of a house in the next block. Nicole starts to run towards the house and the groundhog just kept coming after her. She turns and throws her empty coffee thermal cup at it and hits in the head. It shakes it off and keeps coming at her. She starts screaming my name and runs to the door of the house. While continuing to scream my name she turns and starts swinging her heavy backpack filled with books at the varment and hits it. That's how close it got.I heard her screaming and knew right away what was happening because earlier in the morning I went outside to try and get a woodpecker to stop jackhammering the metal chimney stack at the top of our townhouse. I saw our neighbor outside starting to do yard work and she had said the groundhog had been in her front foliage and had tried to get under our front stoop to hide. I didn't think twice about it at the time because that groundhog family had been living in our neighborhood for years and I've had many sightings. So back to the present . . .I ran to the front door opened it and see her swinging at this groundhog that is just a couple of feet in front of her. I do what every strong, verile boyfriend would do and yell, "GET!!!" I was really surprised how close this mangie thing was to her. So I grabbed Nicole and shoved her inside and immediately followed her. The groundhog starts to try and get under our stoop to hide, but did not fit. By this time Nicole was hysterically upset. I console her and try and calm her down.We finally both calm down and go back to the front door and look out safely through the glass storm door to see where the groundhog went. Nicole spots it rummaging in some trash that some inconsiderate neighbor had left out on a non-trash-day. At this point, the postman pulls up and starts to distribute the mail in to the multi-box from his vehicle. The groundhog is about 12 feet from the vehicle. The postman points like "look at the cuddly groundhog" and makes a noise to get its attention. The groundhog looks up and starts to charge the postman. He jumped a bit in his seat and the groundhog goes right up to him and slips under the truck, comes out the other end and saunters up the hill across the street.We continue to watch the groundhog and lose him in the brush at the top of the hill. Nicole states that she is not leaving the house until the groundhog is removed from the neighborhood. She calls animal control and the guy on the other end says, "are you sure it wasn't just a raccoon?" Just a raccoon?? Nicole, says, "no, it definitely was a groundhog. it was very close." The guy says they will send someone out shortly.Soon after we spot the culprit in the street again and he's heading back to the same stoop he started the chase from. We watch him go under the stoop which is obviously his home. We continue to stake out his location from afar and continue to try and calm down from the adventure.The animal control van pulls up. I go out to greet him and Nicole walks over tenatively after a minute or so. I start telling the story and let Nicole continue when she arrives . . "so I threw my mug at it and . . . Dan? Dan Burger?? Hey, how are you?" Nicole and Dan B. the animal control officer went to George Mason University together and had just become friends on Facebook a week earlier.So after the short reunion. Dan B. tells us that the behavior could be rabies, but it is mating season so he may be just protecting his brood. Nicole made some reference to her menstrual cycle at this point and we all chuckled.We pointed out the location where the groundhog was hiding and Dan B. walked over to investigate. He takes out a telescoping poking instrument and roots around under the stoop. After about 30 seconds he stands back up and turns to walk back to his van and the ground hog crawls out from under the stoop and starts charging Dan B. The Animal Control Man. I yell, "there he is!!" Dan B. turns around and starts walking backwards and the groundhog keeps coming at him. He wacks the groundhog in the side with the poking thingy really hard. The groundhog tries to attack the stick but then goes after Dan B. again. I look over at Nicole really quick to make sure she was alright. She just stood there astonished.POW!!!!!! I turned back to Dan B. and he's holstering his gun and the groundhog ran towards the stoop and tried to crawl under. Nicole looks at me and says, "must've been a blank to scare him off." Dan B. quickly runs over and stomps on the back foot of the groundhog and starts pulling on the tail. He points to me and motions me over. He digs in his pocket and holds out the keys to me. He says, "it's got rabies. go into the side door of the van and grab the metal tongs tool in the cabinet and a cage." I run over and try to unlock the van, but can't get it unlocked. I look over and Dan B. is struggling to keep the groundhog from escaping. I finally figure out the lock and get in to the van. I'm looking everywhere for the tongs. I look over and there's a pitbull in a cage about a foot from my face. I stop for a second and then say, "hi, puppy." I remember he said cabinet and I look over and open the cabinet and grab the tongs. I run over and hand him the handle to the tongs and put the cage close to him. I look back at the van and Nicole is aying hello to the pitbull which begins to bark wildly at her. She asks, "do you have the keys?" I nod and she closes the door of the van.I step back and watch Dan B. wrestle the groundhog from under the stoop. The groundhog is almost out and starts screaming in a high pitched squeal. Dan B. picks it up by the tail and finds a way to drop it in to the cage and close the door. He ties the door shut narrowly averting being nipped by the angry groundhog.Dan B. scrapes at a hole in the grass with the toe of his shoe and just chuckles a bit. I said, "don't worry about that. This yard sucks anyway." I didn't realize at the time that he had actually shot at the groundhog and only grazed it. So the hole in the grass was actually a bullet.The groundhog had mud caked on its furr and I mentioned that it is smaller than the one I saw wandering the neighborhood in the past. Dan B. tells me that since the groundhog was sick they will lose their mass quickly and that typically animals with rabies will only last about ten days before they die. He also said, that groundhogs typically keep themselves very clean, so the caked mud is a sign that it had rabies too. He said, this one definitely has rabies and will be put down.Some neighbors were loitering about at this time and we told them about the adventure. We're very glad that no kids were out playing or pets were running around or this could have had a much worse outcome. I'm glad Nicole was strong enough to fight off the groundhog and recognize the strange behavior quick enough to do something about it. So the moral of the story is . . . trust your instincts and call animal control if you think an animal is acting weird. I never would have thought there would be a rabid animal in my neighborhood, but it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-4847367963009445480?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4847367963009445480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=4847367963009445480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/4847367963009445480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/4847367963009445480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/puxatawney-nightmare-reposted-from-dans.html' title='Puxatawney Nightmare (reposted from Dan&apos;s Blog)'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-4448880889393930751</id><published>2009-03-01T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:51:25.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Constant but Change</title><content type='html'>So, I can't recall where I heard that saying, but it seems to be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Life: During the holidays, Dan asked me to move in with him and of course I said yes. The big move officially took place just two weeks ago and we are slowly but surely getting there with organizing and combining our lives. I truly couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Life: I had to fire an employee after the New Year and though it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, it was definitely for the best. I recently hired a new staffer and I'm very excited at the enthusiasm she brings to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Life: I'm going to be an Aunt again and this time to a beautiful little GIRL!!!! My brother and sister-in-law just called us to tell us the good news. I coulnd't be happier for them and how cool that Oliver will be a big brother to a girl. Just like Rob and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Life: It's been a long time since I've been to church and I've decided that during this Lenten season I would try to do a few things: 1. Give up cursing (that's not that easy); 2. Go to church each Sunday (I found a new one, St. Raymond, but not sure about it yet); and 3. Will try to update the blog each sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional Career: I've been slated for VP of Communications once more for PMPI and am thrilled at the leadership that is coming through the ranks. I'm also about to embark on an incredibly journey to take the CAE (certified associated executive) exam on May 1st. In preparation I will be studying each Saturday with my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see nothing is contant but change. I welcome the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-4448880889393930751?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4448880889393930751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=4448880889393930751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/4448880889393930751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/4448880889393930751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-is-constant-but-change.html' title='Nothing is Constant but Change'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-2555148260147830128</id><published>2008-12-28T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:34:27.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog Quincy</title><content type='html'>So, as I travel with Dan today to Atlantic City, I am filled with so much sadness. Yesterday I had to put my dog down to sleep. Quincy was my man and also very much mom's too. He was her companion through many difficult times. I will post more later as I am too sad right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-2555148260147830128?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2555148260147830128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=2555148260147830128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/2555148260147830128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/2555148260147830128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dog-quincy.html' title='My dog Quincy'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-5081824055114808789</id><published>2008-11-21T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:44:49.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby</title><content type='html'>So, as you can see I'm not too good at updating weekly as I had hoped. I do however want to still caputre all the amazing moments that I am having during this amazing year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said. I just returned last weekend from my Fall Conference in Las Vegas. I'm so lucky that Dan was able to join me for the entire week. Tough twisiting his arm to do that of course! There were three places that I really wanted to see while we were there: Treasure Island Pirate show; Freemont Street and the Paris hotel inside and close up. We were able to do the first two and are saving the last for our next trip to Mandalay Bay (one I won of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the TI Pirate show.....NOT SO MUCH! The only thing missing were stripper poles and the ability to stuff dollar bills. This amazed me how tacky it was. I get that Vegas is tacky, but a show in the middle of the strip that aims at families too. It was absurd. So, let's see if the video will work this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4096804a819604cc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4096804a819604cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331287782%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C97CC5749ABD6AB998481CFA880E98F128E7513.15102B4BB7A348458805C3A93FD5F58232E79226%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4096804a819604cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmSzsF_JsiSFrM6_3O3-dJckP0BE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4096804a819604cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331287782%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C97CC5749ABD6AB998481CFA880E98F128E7513.15102B4BB7A348458805C3A93FD5F58232E79226%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4096804a819604cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmSzsF_JsiSFrM6_3O3-dJckP0BE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Freemont street, what an awesome expereience. Give or take the 1 1/2 hour bus ride down there. But always nice to see the local wedding chapels and of course the Howard Johnson Hotel that is still booming! They had the most amazing light show down there with music. It was a different crowd and the minimums were definitely cheaper and thank goodness for that. It was our last day and we were running out of money. Keno wasn't our friend either at this point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SScN4bNkGKI/AAAAAAAAABE/yLPB_KGm1mA/s1600-h/P1000825.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SScOhnj205I/AAAAAAAAABU/1_2W9b4Z5ok/s1600-h/P1000826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271197859578303378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SScOhnj205I/AAAAAAAAABU/1_2W9b4Z5ok/s320/P1000826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271197521635335954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SScON8n-XxI/AAAAAAAAABM/MdifT3OvTAY/s320/P1000827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Overall, the week was tough for obvious reasons, but having Dan there was really cool. We went to the Mandalay Bay Shark Aquarium, gambled quite a bit, saw Danny Gans and The Jersey Boys. The music in that was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part of the trip was that we were totally suckered into one of those timeshare talks! All for the FREEBIES! What I have done to this poor man. For 3 hours of our time out of the casino we got $150 cash and two cruises, lunch and transportation. Not too shabby I might say and was fun to see how "we work" in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are both broke. Didn't win big all week, though he did come in 4th at my company Poker Tournament. Time to save for the next gambling trip to Atlantic City in December! I think I need to stop winning these trips to gaming destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are gearing up for Thanksgiving. I'm so excited because his parents are coming and I love when they visit. And I get to see his nephew and I get to see Oliver, MY NEPHEW after Thanksgiving. So all in all it'll be a great holiday I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-5081824055114808789?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4096804a819604cc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5081824055114808789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=5081824055114808789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/5081824055114808789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/5081824055114808789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SScOhnj205I/AAAAAAAAABU/1_2W9b4Z5ok/s72-c/P1000826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-7993840443530715689</id><published>2008-11-05T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:20:26.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SRHj0AMZe3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/abbBmfu3cKo/s1600-h/thankyou_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265239921917524850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SRHj0AMZe3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/abbBmfu3cKo/s320/thankyou_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a day that I will never forget and how amazing that one day, when I have kids, I'll be able to tell them all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fine evening Barrack Obama was elected as our 44th President. President-Elect Obama had an amazing speach and I can't get over how many young faces I've seen at the polls and his gathering in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that Change WILL happen and am so excited for my future and the future of the United States. I have never been more proud of my country and state than I am today. VA pulled it out and what an amazing feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One note of saddness was that while watching the returns, Tim Russert wasn't there to tell us viewers what was happening. I have to say that NBC and MSNBC did a phenominal job but no one can ever fill his shoes. Boy, he'd love what just happened last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to waking early and getting my spot along that parade route to keep making history! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-7993840443530715689?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7993840443530715689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=7993840443530715689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/7993840443530715689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/7993840443530715689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/piece-of-history.html' title='A Piece of History'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SRHj0AMZe3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/abbBmfu3cKo/s72-c/thankyou_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-8456847618178000652</id><published>2008-10-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:51:16.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's been a year since Dan and I had our first date and met and we celebrated in high style! I took him to see one of his favorite musicians, David Sanborn at Blues Alley. I had never been before and what an amazing experience. I loved the music, venue and especially the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260039985671137042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SP9qf4JHZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hdy0y18S_b4/s320/P1000631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after celebrating Dan's birthday and our anniversary we headed down to Roanoke to visit his parents. I have never been there before, expect to drive through on my way to Tech to visit Rob. It was a gorgeous day for a drive. Sure enough his folks were waiting for us in the door when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their house is GORGEOUS and reminded me a lot of our old house in CT with the trees, grass and having property. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260040562929179314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SP9rBemKGrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oDYoBvD3nAE/s320/P1000639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend we went to yard sales, ate at an awesome pizza shop and found the most amazing book store that we could have spent hours in! It was so nice to spend time with his parents. We even watched the Red Sox play and Dan and his mom both began to teach me how to play piano! That was the neatest and as you can see I have a lot of learning left! (video to come; having trouble posting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's amazing how quickly time flies and I'm so excited for more celebrations. Now, I just need to get the sheet music to keep learning this song so I can have a real recital playing an instrument!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-8456847618178000652?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8456847618178000652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=8456847618178000652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/8456847618178000652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/8456847618178000652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SP9qf4JHZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hdy0y18S_b4/s72-c/P1000631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-1792148626864531020</id><published>2008-10-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:59:57.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Like Being the "Nanny"</title><content type='html'>I realize that I'm 30 and that it isn't old, but boy oh boy did I feel old this past weekend when the oldest of the kids I was a nanny for got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gorgeous wedding and I was so proud and excited to see her and have all the kids together in one room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260038986433121170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SP9pltsNS5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GQQdiERb-b0/s320/P1000678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From left to right are Ellen (freshman in college), Elizabeth (senior in college), Emily (getting masters degree and newly married), and Andrew now living in TX and a graduate of JMU. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was sitting there watching this family and couldn't help but think how amazing that I was a part of it and still am! I have seen them all grow before my eyes! So, now I officially feel old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-1792148626864531020?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1792148626864531020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=1792148626864531020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/1792148626864531020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/1792148626864531020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-like-being-nanny.html' title='Nothing Like Being the &quot;Nanny&quot;'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SP9pltsNS5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GQQdiERb-b0/s72-c/P1000678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-4112157384702947801</id><published>2008-10-09T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:21:58.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pirate's Life For Me</title><content type='html'>So, anyone who knows me understands my obsession with Jack Sparrow. I adore him and was so excited to find out on Thurday that apparently he will be earning $56 million to reprise his role in #4! Amazing....I can't get over that amount of money. I wish I had just 1/2 of a million of it, even less really and I'd be thrilled! Can we say, hello no debt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jack sighting with SuperMom in Seattle; Jack sighting with SuperMom in Florida the year before (I think SuperMom brings me luck); Jack sightings at the Renn Festival (thanks Courtney for stalking him to take a photo with me); and future Jack sighting at my own house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also psyched becuase the halloween costumes I ordered are starting to come in and Dan has no idea what he's in store for! This is one year that's going to be tons of fun for Halloween. Not to mention that the 1st of November is my countdown day until I'm back in my own house again! I'm so psyched! I think the first thing I'm going to do is clean out my entire closet, if I've dealt without the clothes for the past three months I don't really need them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-4112157384702947801?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4112157384702947801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=4112157384702947801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/4112157384702947801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/4112157384702947801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/pirates-life-for-me.html' title='A Pirate&apos;s Life For Me'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7801903967980347.post-7591704883500888711</id><published>2008-10-07T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:24:38.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Convergence</title><content type='html'>So, I had to post this as I was just talking to my best friend and realized that we needed a serious DB trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with this over the weekend as she met me at the Fairfax C*stco to meet Nicholas Sparks, the author who wrote the Note.Book. He is my favorite and I've been wanting to meet him for a very long time. We got there two hours before he began signing and he arrived early and took photos with all of us! I promise to post one soon. It was a great time catching up and girl talking for 2 hours and honestly, we both had no idea where the time went! Then it was on to lunch at Coast.al Flats and we went out separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to planning this double convergence of ours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7801903967980347-7591704883500888711?l=thirty2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7591704883500888711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7801903967980347&amp;postID=7591704883500888711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/7591704883500888711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7801903967980347/posts/default/7591704883500888711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/double-convergence.html' title='Double Convergence'/><author><name>Cole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00021906816443880913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLc4B99zaNI/SYC63-F6h7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GKXdDBA5LtQ/S220/Nic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
