<?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-5469153517908352669</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Single Woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-6507682671909525786</id><published>2009-03-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:06:48.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another class about to me behind me...</title><content type='html'>So, this is the final week of my Skills II class.  It's been very interesting so far.  We've made stocks, sauces, soups, sauteed chicken, fried fish, etc.  Just the basics to build off of for our next classes.  Chef AJ has been by far my favorite instructor.  He's mentored us in a way that I hope to see from my other instructors.  I've definitely learned a lot.  Our practical exam is on Thursday and Friday is our written exam.  So far I'm making an A in the class so I would have to totally screw up this week not to make an A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving school and I don't have any regrets!  The next class should be Hospitality Management, which means I have class from 10pm-midnight.  That means I get to spend a little time with my friends.  So excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-6507682671909525786?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/6507682671909525786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=6507682671909525786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6507682671909525786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6507682671909525786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-class-about-to-me-behind-me.html' title='Another class about to me behind me...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-177883486113737985</id><published>2009-02-16T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:05:50.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skills II</title><content type='html'>I start Skills II today which means I'm back going to school until midnight for the next 3 weeks.  It's not so bad because I get to start cooking in this class.  Finally, 6 weeks of school and I actually get to cook now!!!  So I looked over the syllabus and I'm a bit overwhelmed and excited at the same time.  Tonight we make clarified butter, chicken stock and prep for veal stock.  Actually for the next few days we make stocks and mother sauces.  Then we go onto derivative sauces like a demi glace and Sauce Robert (I know what a demi glace is but I will find out what a Sauce Robert is.)  Then we move onto soups, then veggies, and finally grilling and roasting.  VERY EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on what happens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an A in my Food Science/ServSafe class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-177883486113737985?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/177883486113737985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=177883486113737985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/177883486113737985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/177883486113737985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/02/skills-ii.html' title='Skills II'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-6036689918750552430</id><published>2009-02-12T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:47:40.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Smalentine's</title><content type='html'>I actually don't like Valentine's Day.  I did when I was in high school--it was fun going out on a date or getting flowers from a special someone, but when I got into college and started committed relationships I actually didn't really care about the holiday.  I know a few women who also feel the same way--I ask them why they don't like the holiday and they said it's because they don't like a day where you have to be romantic, get flowers, candy, date, etc.  They would much rather prefer spontanteous actions from their man.  Good point--but what about birthday's and anniversary's?  Those are days where, much like Valentine's, you get flowers, date, etc.    For me I think birthday's and anniversary's are different because you aren't really sharing that day with anyone else but your man.  I mean the entire world is not celebrating your anniversary with you.  I think that's where Valentine's and I have a problem.  Is it all romantic when the rest of the world is also celebrating with you?  Ok, ok I will be honest, I do love flowers.  I could get them everyday if someone would get them for me.  I do remember one Valentine's Day with Austen--I said I didn't want to celebrate it, maybe just go out to a nice dinner but nothing else--no gifts or anything.  Well  through the course of the day, I saw every woman in my office get flowers and I started to fume.  Was it so hard to give the girl some flowers when you know she loves them???  Of course, what I didnt' know the ENTIRE office knew.  At the end of the day, we were walking to my car and I handed Austen my keys so he could drive.  I opened the passenger side door and sitting in the seat was a dozen, beautiful roses.  My heart melted and it was a great day.  The next year we didnt' do anything for Valentine's day, no dinner, no roses, etc and I was completely happy with that.  I did get flowers randomly when I started my new job that year and for my birthday, much better than on Valentine's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the perfect Valentine's Day would be to make a romantic dinner at home (most likely filet mignon, asparagus, and potatoes) and for my man to whispher in my ear how lucky he is to have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the near future who knows, but for now I'm completely happy having a girls night, drinking wine and eating yummy foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-6036689918750552430?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/6036689918750552430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=6036689918750552430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6036689918750552430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6036689918750552430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-smalentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Smalentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-2387829009346948467</id><published>2009-02-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:55:29.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big 3-0 Bash in 3 weeks!</title><content type='html'>So, I bought my 80's outfit for my birthday party.  I'm so excited!  I haven't had a birthday party in a few years so I'm definitely looking forward to hanging out with everyone.  Turning 30 is definitely pretty weird.  I guess it's because I thought I would be in a different place in my life than I am now.  I really didn't expect to be living at home again and going back to school.  I'm mean we are kinda trained that we should know what we are doing with our lives by the time we reach our thirties.  When my parents were 30, they had 3 kids and were married for about 7 years.  Completely different from my life.  All I have to show for it is a Bachelor's, a job, and 2 wonderful puppies.  I'm still very much a kid at heart who loves going out with her friends and the last thing I'm thinking about is having a family.  They say that the 30's are the new 20's--if that's the case then I have until my 40's to get a steady career and start a family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-2387829009346948467?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/2387829009346948467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=2387829009346948467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2387829009346948467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2387829009346948467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-3-0-bash-in-3-weeks.html' title='Big 3-0 Bash in 3 weeks!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-9171080809907008538</id><published>2009-01-26T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:45:04.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban the Flirting</title><content type='html'>So, most of you know I'm a natural flirt.  It honestly comes really natural to me and I don't even realize I do it half the time.  But lately, I've decided that it only gets me in trouble so that's why I'm going to ban the flirting.  I mean 98% of the time I'm an innocent flirt, but I know I've been giving out the wrong impression.  I mean a guy notices I'm flirting with them and they think I'm into them...of course!  I mean they have every right to think that.  I mean if a guy was flirting with me I would think they were into me so why shouldn't a guy think that about me?  For me flirting is fun and carefree and exciting, but lately it's just causing more trouble than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from here on out I will use my powers for good instead of evil.  I will only flirt with a man who I am interested in dating.  Now, I can't say that I won't slip up, but recognizing is the first step right?  Can anyone tell me what steps 2-12 are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-9171080809907008538?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/9171080809907008538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=9171080809907008538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/9171080809907008538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/9171080809907008538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/ban-flirting.html' title='Ban the Flirting'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-4703224319658590640</id><published>2009-01-25T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:26:45.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I am done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SYcQpiK2ScI/AAAAAAAAACY/q742va-4A3c/s1600-h/Group+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298221792357665218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SYcQpiK2ScI/AAAAAAAAACY/q742va-4A3c/s320/Group+Shot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was my final and my last day with Chef Champalle. Most of us got there early to cram last minute. I really couldn't review any more. I knew the material, just anxious to take the exam. I also did buy chef a 6-pack of Guinness. It was mainly a going away present. He actually didn't even notice it at first. He walked in with another chef and he was the one who noticed. Looked in the bag and said, "It's going to be a good night, Chef!" Champalle looked in the bag and then looked at me and gave me a look like he always does. I just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm time for roll call and then we headed for our last uniform inspection. We all lined up out in the hall and one by one chef shook everyone's hands. Then he came to me, extended his hand and said, "You, are a dangerous woman." I laughed and didn't know what he meant by that. A French man saying that to American woman can't be good right? I mean I'm sure French women are dangerous, not American women. Oh well, who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We piled in the room and we took our test. I basically knew all of the answers with confidence. A few I guessed at but I felt I made educated decisions. I actually was the first one done. We took a break as the last students finished. 1 down, 1 more to go. We made our way back in the room for our practical exam. I wasn't the first one finished, but I think I finished in an hour and a half. I arrange my cuts on my board to a beach theme. Took my orange supreme and julienne and turned it into a palm tree, took my parsley and turned it into an island, etc. I presented my board to chef and he gave me his look. Asked me what the design was supposed to be and said a beach theme. He smirked. Scores tallied up and I got a 146 out of 200, which turned out to be about a 73. It could be worse. It was finally over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my grade online the next day. The first day of class chef said he didn't give out A's in his class so I wasn't expecting an A. I stared at the computer screen and it was a B, the next best thing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-4703224319658590640?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/4703224319658590640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=4703224319658590640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4703224319658590640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4703224319658590640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-i-am-done.html' title='and I am done...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SYcQpiK2ScI/AAAAAAAAACY/q742va-4A3c/s72-c/Group+Shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-1892977733939851079</id><published>2009-01-23T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:22:02.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I need a drink...</title><content type='html'>Today is my first final.  It's 16 chapters that we covered in 3 weeks plus a practial test, which consists of our basic knife skills: batonnet, julienne, fine julienne, brunoise, fine brunoise, orange supreme, zest, garlic, onion, shallots, chiffonade, etc.  If feel ready but there's just so much I have to review before tonight.  I'm still shady on the primal cuts of beef, veal, pork, and chicken and I really don't know my stocks very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying the chef some Guiness, maybe he'll give me a D because I'm cute instead of an F?  I've done really well on all my written quizzes and tests, but my knife skills are not good in any way.  I was practicing last night and finished my tourne's so I started on my batonnets.  Chef came by and knocked the tourne's all over, gave me a look, and said next time use your other paring knife. (great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tonight I don't have to study all weekend--the class will be over.  I'm ready to drink!!  New class on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-1892977733939851079?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/1892977733939851079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=1892977733939851079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/1892977733939851079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/1892977733939851079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-i-need-drink.html' title='And I need a drink...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-3732461036110421427</id><published>2009-01-22T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:58:47.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescado</title><content type='html'>Last night was seafood.  Very short chapter, but the highlight of the evening was when Chef filleted a whole salmon and Dover sole.  Got to say this man is my culinary hero; he just chopped and sliced away like it was the easiest thing in the world.  Very impressed when he grabbed the Dover sole and just peeled the skin off in one whole piece like a band-aid--didn't even use a knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final on Friday--need to start studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-3732461036110421427?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/3732461036110421427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=3732461036110421427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3732461036110421427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3732461036110421427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/pescado.html' title='Pescado'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-726703377714275635</id><published>2009-01-21T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:59:58.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poultry!</title><content type='html'>Last class was a great class.  It kind of didn't start off so well.  I did horrible on my quiz.  Apparently I need to review my soups again.  Anyway, back to the good part.  We went over poultry today reviewing the different types of chicken, duck, turkeys, squab, etc.  All very interesting.  So many varieties all with different textures and flavors.  After the break, chef showed us different ways to cut up a chicken and duck.  He cut up 3 chickens and 2 ducks.  Let me tell you the man is a French badass.  I swear if he wanted to leave cooking he could become a surgeon.  He cut through every animal with ease and precision.  He made it look so easy and instead of being grossed out (which poulty normally does to me) I was so mesmerized. I was so jealous--I hope I can be that good when the time comes.  Of course I'll need to wear gloves, poultry is the only meat that grosses me out. So, what did we do with all that meat?  We cooked it of course.  We made a whole roasted chicken, whole grilled chicken, chicken fricase, and another chicken sauted and smothered in a red and green pepper reduction.  We also made sauted duck with a orange reduction.  All VERY good--well I'll admit I couldn't get into the duck.  It's really different in texture--really firm and tough.  The chicken was so juicy and tender so I took one bite of my duck and that was enough for me.  For the rest of the class we practiced our knife skills again like we always do, but this time was different.  I checked my batonnets and they were square and the right size.  I hardly even looked at my guide and some of my measurements were right on!!  So exciting!  Julienne, fine julienne all turned out great--not perfect but so much better.  Even my tourne's turned out ok.  Those I definitely need to work on but they are much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day in class!  Next: seafood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-726703377714275635?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/726703377714275635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=726703377714275635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/726703377714275635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/726703377714275635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/poultry.html' title='Poultry!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-7190047660041500841</id><published>2009-01-18T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:48:24.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>1.) Favorite Shoe:  my yellow ballet flats&lt;br /&gt;2.) Favorite Restaurant: La Duni&lt;br /&gt;3.) Favorite Drink: vodka and seven with a lime&lt;br /&gt;4.) Favorite Food: anything Mexican&lt;br /&gt;5.) Favorite Spices: guajillo, pasilla, ancho chile, chipotle chile, cumin, chile de arbol, mexican oregano&lt;br /&gt;6.) Favorite Knife: santoku&lt;br /&gt;7.) Favorite Song: Glycerin by Bush&lt;br /&gt;8.) Favorite Bands: Bush, Collective Soul, Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;9.) Favorite Type of Man: confident, funny, boyish (usually a frat boy, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;10.) Favorite Scent: rain&lt;br /&gt;11.) Favorite Season: summer (love wearing my bikini)&lt;br /&gt;12.) Favorite Holiday: Easter&lt;br /&gt;13.) Favorite Sport: Basketball, College Football&lt;br /&gt;14.) Favorite Perfume: Chic by Carolina Herrera&lt;br /&gt;15.) Favorite Designer: Fendi&lt;br /&gt;16.) Favorite Place I've been: Portland, Miami&lt;br /&gt;17.) Favorite Place I want to visit: Spain&lt;br /&gt;18.) Favorite Bar: Zubar&lt;br /&gt;19.) Favorite Girly Thing: make-up&lt;br /&gt;20.) Favorite Car: Mazzarati&lt;br /&gt;21.) Favorite Colors: Silver, Black, Red (I bleed purple, go frogs!)&lt;br /&gt;22.) Favorite Texas City: Austin&lt;br /&gt;23.) Favorite Dogs: Cavalier King Charles Spaniel&lt;br /&gt;24.) Favorite Stress Reliever: cooking&lt;br /&gt;25.) Favorite Dish to Cook: enchiladas, chicken tacos, beef tacos, chili&lt;br /&gt;26.) Favorite Cheese: Gueyre, Brie&lt;br /&gt;27.) Favorite Snack: Dr. Pepper and Snickers&lt;br /&gt;28.) Favorite Dessert: Creme Brulee, Bananas Foster&lt;br /&gt;29.)Favorite Culture: Latin&lt;br /&gt;30.) Favorite TV show: Office, NCIS, CSI, The Hills&lt;br /&gt;31.) Favorite Actor: John Malchovick&lt;br /&gt;32.) Favorite Actress: Nicole Kidman&lt;br /&gt;33.) Favorite 80's Movie: Goonies, Top Gun&lt;br /&gt;34.) Favorite Musician: Gavin Rossdale&lt;br /&gt;35.) Favorite Chic Flick: The Sweetest Thing&lt;br /&gt;36.) Favorite Political Pasttime: The American Revolution&lt;br /&gt;37.) Favorite Philsopher: John Locke&lt;br /&gt;38.) Favorite Books: Portrait of a Lady by Henry James, Redeeming Love, The Bell Jar Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;39.) Favorite Pickup Lines: "Girl, that dress looks like a 'Good God' wrapped up in a 'Have Mercy' with a side of 'Ugfh'"  "Have I seen your picture before?  Oh yes its in the dictionary under Kblam!"&lt;br /&gt;40.) Favorite Dance: Salsa&lt;br /&gt;41.) Favorite Exercise: Yoga&lt;br /&gt;42.) Favorite Hobby: Reading&lt;br /&gt;43.) Favorite Passions: Cooking and Literature&lt;br /&gt;44.) Favorite Fast Food: Taco Bueno, Raising Cane's&lt;br /&gt;45.) Favorite Guilty Pleasure: Sprinkles Red Velvet Cupcake&lt;br /&gt;46.) Favorite Surprise: Flowers&lt;br /&gt;47.) Favorite Flower: Calla Lilles&lt;br /&gt;48.) Favorite Wine: Moscato d'Asti&lt;br /&gt;49.) Favorite Writer: Henry James, Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;50.) Favorite Character Trait of Myself:  I'm a flirt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-7190047660041500841?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/7190047660041500841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=7190047660041500841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/7190047660041500841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/7190047660041500841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Just a Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-1598586054466403155</id><published>2009-01-16T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:10:46.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spice and Equipment Test</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I rocked the spice test.  It was 90 different herbs and spices.  All laid out on the table and we had to go around and look, smell, or taste all the different spices to identify each one.  No choose from a word bank--this was you either know it or you don't.  I mean how else are you suppose to cook with it if you don't know the characteristics and what works well together.  There was one drawback though.  Whoever was studying the spices mixed a few of them up.  So, #9 was supposed to be Tumeric, but it was Curry Powder and in Curry Powder's place was Tumeric.  SO, instead of counting it as a mistake and accepting it, Chef didn't let us count it.  So even though I know the difference between Curry Powder and Tumeric because it was in the wrong order and it wasn't according to the Chef's key it was counted wrong.  The same thing happened with 3 other spices.  So, I got them wrong even though I knew what they were.  Out of 90 I got 4 wrong--not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bombed the equipment test.  I actually didn't know we were having an equipment test until Thursday night.  On the way out, Chef said know your spices and equipment tomorrow!  Oh no!  I think I reviewed the equipment for about 15 min.  I only got half right, but on the other hand.  I did know what some of the items were, but because I put scale instead of portion scale, I got it wrong.  Apparently I don't know any of my ovens.  I guess I'll be studying that over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, we have Martin Luther King Day off and I took a vacation day from work.  Three day weekend so good!  After sleeping 20 hours this week--sleep so good!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did survive week 2 of my crazy schedule.  I learned a lot of what to do and not to do after that first week.  First, drink less caffeine and more water.  Even in the morning when I'm not all awake yet just drink water and then at lunch time drink a coke.  I drink water for the rest of the day and my final coke is at our break around 10 pm. Second, Tylenol PM is my best friend.  I tend to be an insomniac so that first week I wasn't getting sound sleep.  I kept waking up in the night and early morning even though I was only sleeping 5 hours.  With the Tylenol I was able to sleep straight through the night.  That's all the tips I have.  Only 4 more days and my first class is over.  Now on to Food Science!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-1598586054466403155?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/1598586054466403155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=1598586054466403155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/1598586054466403155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/1598586054466403155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/spice-and-equipment-test.html' title='Spice and Equipment Test'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-4920223874807071272</id><published>2009-01-16T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:50:57.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub in Training</title><content type='html'>So, as life goes on I truly believe that I'm a cub in training (CIT.) Have you ever heard of cougars? No, not the animal. I'm talking about the older women who date only younger men. Urbandictionary.com defines a cougar as a 35+ year old female who is on the "hunt" for a much younger, energetic, willing-to-do-anything male. The cougar can frequently be seen in a padded bra, cleavage exposed, propped up against a swanky bar in San Francisco (or other cities)waiting, watching, calculating; gearing up to sink her claws into an innocent young and strapping buck who happens to cross her path. "Man is cougar's number one prey." Now, I'm only 29 (30 in 2 months) so that makes me a cub in training. Of course, you are wondering how I've come to this conclusion. Well, I take my past dating history for example. When I was at TCU I met and dated this guy for 2 years. When we went out on our first date he was 20 and I was 24. That's a 4 year difference and the boy couldn't even drink legally, which made it so hard to get into bars. To make matters worse, I turned 25 before he turned 21. I did trade him in for an older man, he was 2 years older than me but seemed like a lot younger than me. After that I met another boy who was 23 and I was 27 so another 4 year difference. AND, of course, I turned 28 before he turned 24. Then I traded in for an older man, but still 2 years younger than me. Then the last date I went on the guy was again 2 years younger than me. You might think, well that's not too bad, but consider this. I've often approached and flirted with men and found out that they are much younger than me...4-5 years younger than me. Didn't bother me. Even lately when I go out with my girlfriends I'm on the hunt for my next make out. I even had a makeout challenge for a while (making out with a different man each month for the rest of the year. See New Year's Resolutions post--I'm trying to abandon the challenge.) Now, I'm obessed with cheesy pickup lines.  I go to Askmen.com to see the weekley pick up line.  Am I gathering research for the future??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how its going to be when I'm 35-40? At that age either men are divorced ormarried, then the young ones have never been married. I'm not the one for relationship baggage so that leaves me with the unmarried young ones. Oh my! In about 5 years if I start hitting the bars in a push up bar trolling for men please stop me and have an intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.urbancougar.com/"&gt;http://www.urbancougar.com/&lt;/a&gt; for different categories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-4920223874807071272?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/4920223874807071272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=4920223874807071272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4920223874807071272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4920223874807071272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/cub-in-training.html' title='Cub in Training'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-4567927240263302048</id><published>2009-01-15T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:30:39.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very interesting class...</title><content type='html'>So, tonight we covered meats.  Different cuts of pork, beef, lamb, etc.  So, chef cut up a top roast into several different dishes to show the different things you could do with it.  So, of course there were steaks: one with a cream sauce and black pepper, another steak grilled with compound butter, then finally steak tartar.  What is steak tartar?  Well its finely, very finely, I'm talking super finely chopped raw steak mixed with different herbs.  That's right kids it's raw.  At first I wasn't going to try it.  I got a second helping of lobster bisque and the chef gave me a look.  I walked back to my station and soon I was peer pressured into sampling.  I thought peer pressure would be over after high school?  Well, I took a very tiny sample on my spoon.  Before I knew it was in my mouth.  Definitely tasted good, but my mind was telling me oh no! it's raw, how disgusting.  Then I tried everything in my power not to throw up.  I was quietly gagging--I don't think anyone noticed.  My taste buds said it was great, but my mind was telling me something different.  The texture is actually very different than you think it would be.  It doesn't feel raw or taste in your mouth.  Even though I had the tiniest sample it felt like an eternity chewing it.  Once I was done, I chased it was lobster bisque.  My stomach was still queasy.   Oh!  I have doritos in my purse--grabbed them.  Still queasy.  Finally we had our break and I drank a sprite.  Ahhhh, much better.  My stomach finally settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my spice, herb, pepper, nuts, grains, and equipment test.  Probably about 150 different items&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-4567927240263302048?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/4567927240263302048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=4567927240263302048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4567927240263302048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4567927240263302048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-interesting-class.html' title='Very interesting class...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-3587346453167669176</id><published>2009-01-15T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:13:58.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SW-El1O5hRI/AAAAAAAAACI/n07oUBQOLws/s1600-h/anderson%20cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291593872663217426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SW-El1O5hRI/AAAAAAAAACI/n07oUBQOLws/s320/anderson%2520cooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...With Anderson Cooper. Yes, I've had this school girl crush on him for years now. The sleek silver hair, with steel blue eyes makes my heart go pitter-patter. Swoon! What makes him so sexy? Well the obvious is his chisled physique, but more importantly is his intelligence. A man who can hold a conversation and look good without his shirt, be still my heart. I watch 360, but I have no idea what he's saying--I just see those eyes, locking in on mine. (well locking in on all of America.) I've been meaning to pick up his book. I'll have to do that after culinary school. I wonder if I could write him and ask him to do a calendar. 12 months of Anderson, I would keep that forever. He is of Dutch, Chilean, Spanish and Irish ancestry from his mother--you know how I love South American and Spanish men--yum-o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to his biography: Ranked #2 among "The Most Powerful Gay Men and Women in America" by Out Magazine in May 2007.  Oh snap!  Well I guess he's locking eyes with all the men in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-3587346453167669176?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/3587346453167669176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=3587346453167669176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3587346453167669176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3587346453167669176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SW-El1O5hRI/AAAAAAAAACI/n07oUBQOLws/s72-c/anderson%2520cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-5749434598198899719</id><published>2009-01-14T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:39:39.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soups</title><content type='html'>Today we tackled different soups.  Apparently there are 3 types of soups: clear soups (like a consomme) cream soups (like cream of mushroom), forgot the other type of soups but bisque and chowders fall under this category.  Then there is a separate category of regional soups like gumbo and chili.  So today we made a consomme, fish soup, potato and leek soup, clam chowder, and lobster bisque.  Now, I heart lobster bisque so who volunteered when chef asked who wants to make it?  Me, of course!  Here's how you make it.  First you take all the lobster shells (no meat) and brown them off in the pot.  Once the connective tissue dissolves and the shells are soft then you add your aromatics (veggies.)  Once all the liquid is cooked out of the shells and aromatics then you place the herbs and spices.  I can't remember them all but here's a few: tarragon, fennel seeds, basil, white pepper, black pepper, sea salt, saffron, brandy, anise, anise liquor and of course water.  Then you simmer everything together for about 45 min.  Then you take a huge, industrial size immersion blender and blend everything together.  That's right kids even the shells.  See the shells acts as a thickening agent for the soup.  It gives the soup its nice silky texture.  You never knew you were eating lobster shells did you??  After everything is blended, then you take a pot and ladle the soup mixture through chinois (very very fine strainer.)  You do this because you want a very smooth texture and straining it takes out the pulp of the herbs and veggies and discards any bits of shell that didn't grind up.  THEN you reduce the soup by about half, then you finish it off with the cream.  So much work for the best soup in the world.  Very worth it to me--just expensive to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wonder my second favorite is the consomme then the clam chowder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-5749434598198899719?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/5749434598198899719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=5749434598198899719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/5749434598198899719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/5749434598198899719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/soups.html' title='Soups'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-3737301994158402126</id><published>2009-01-13T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:49:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>Man accused of selling daughter for cash, beer&lt;br /&gt;Police say father tried to get 14-year-old back after plan fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREENFIELD, Calif. - Police have arrested a Greenfield man for allegedly arranging to sell his 14-year-old daughter into marriage in exchange for $16,000, 100 cases of beer and several cases of meat.&lt;br /&gt;Police said they only learned of the deal after the 36-year-old man went to them to get his daughter back because payment wasn't made as promised. The man was arrested Sunday on suspicion of human trafficking.&lt;br /&gt;Officers also arrested an 18-year-old man on suspicion of statutory rape. Investigators believe the girl went willingly with the man, but she's under California's legal age of consent and can't legally marry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-3737301994158402126?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/3737301994158402126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=3737301994158402126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3737301994158402126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3737301994158402126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-2820687010620175874</id><published>2009-01-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:58:53.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSA by day, Chef student by night</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I survived my very first week of culinary school.  Well technically I have class tonight, but I think I will be ok. :)  Definitely not as tired as I thought I would be.  I've been going to bed around 2:00 am and waking up at 7:00 am for work.  The amount of caffeine I've consumed this week is insane.  So much that I got a migraine on Thursday and barely made it during class.  Thursday I also had jury duty so I was at home by noon and took a 4 hour nap.  I think that was a mistake.  I woke up with my migraine, very nasuated, and groggy.  I couldn't snap out it.  During class my sugar level dropped dramatically.  I was pale, overheated, dizzy, nauseated...try cutting a batonnet, julliene and fine julliene.  Still not all the way recovered, but tonight I get to sleep and I have no where to be tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to go and then I finish school at 9:00 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-2820687010620175874?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/2820687010620175874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=2820687010620175874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2820687010620175874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2820687010620175874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/csa-by-day-chef-student-by-night.html' title='CSA by day, Chef student by night'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-646134082242487881</id><published>2009-01-07T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:16:39.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busting Out the Tool Kit</title><content type='html'>Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally opened our Chef's kit and learned our first cut today.  Before we even started the Chef said that he loves Guinness and whoever has any cuts buys him Guinness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we start with a basic cut called Batonnet, which starts off in 2" cube, then you cut the cube into 1/4" planks, then 1/4" matchsticks.  So basically you will have this perfect 1/4" square which is 2" in length.  How do you even start?  Well, we practiced on potatoes.  Now potatoes are round so you  have to cut it into a square in order to cut it safely.  So you trim off all the edges in a straight line, then you cut the square in a 2" cube so you'll have this perfect cube, which makes perfect planks, then perfect sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So much harder to cut in a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was trying so hard cut in a straight line and using my cutting cube to make the perfect sizes.  Finally, I have my cube.  I take a look at it and it looks more like a trapezoid than a cube.  Sigh.  I proceed and finish and measure the final product.  It's about 1 1/2 " and roughly 1/4" thick.  Very disappointing.  I clean my board and stand and wait, then I look down and noticed my middle cuticle is bleeding.  I didn't even feel the cut.  I try so hard so hide it so I won't have to buy the Chef beer, but it's too late, he noticed.  And I hang my head in shame as I go to the first aid kit.  Then I hear, "I always love it when a woman buys me a drink."  Sigh.  At least my classmates were nice about it.  They all asked me if I was ok.  Oh yeah just fine...embarrassed but just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next hour and a half, practice, practice, practice.  I never did cut in a straight line.  I mean who am I kidding I can't even cut with scissors in a straight line!  Good thing is the Chef did come by and correct a few things so that was helpful.  I know it was my first attempt and they looked really good, but not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to do it all again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-646134082242487881?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/646134082242487881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=646134082242487881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/646134082242487881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/646134082242487881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/busting-out-tool-kit.html' title='Busting Out the Tool Kit'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-5124044383117011169</id><published>2009-01-06T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:17:45.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary Skills I</title><content type='html'>First day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ll be honest, the excitement of going to culinary school did wear off by the time of my first day.  6 weeks ago I was so pumped, but as time went on I grew less and less excited.  I put on my uniform and looked ridiculous.  I was this white blob with this huge apron.  I will admit I loved the chef’s jacket.  I left out the back, hoping no one would see me and low and behold my ex was dab smack in the middle of my path.  Oh yes, nothing like looking like a cooking ninja in front of your ex.  How hot am I now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it to class and was the first one there.  My stomach was in knots waiting, not knowing what to expect.  Finally, one by one my peers trickle in.  All are so nice and friendly, which eased the tension.  Then it was 7:00 and time for class.  The Chef goes over policies, dress code, conduct code, etc.  Finally the syllabus.  Come to find out that my Culinary Skills I class is for 15 days for 5 hours every day.  That’s right only 3 short weeks from 7:00pm to midnight—very intense training.  The good news is after the 3 weeks are over then I’ll be done by 9:00 pm.  After 3 and a half hours of orientation we finally start the lecture.  Come to find out all we talked about was food.  I don’t know why I was so surprised, well not so much surprised as relieved.  I love talking about food and now I get to talk about it for 5 hours a day.  My passion flared up and I was excited again.  We just talked about the history of culinary arts and the first restaurant, but it was very cool learning about the different shakers in the culinary world and how we still use it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all very good first day.  Very tired, but so worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-5124044383117011169?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/5124044383117011169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=5124044383117011169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/5124044383117011169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/5124044383117011169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/culinary-skills-i.html' title='Culinary Skills I'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-2250724713198544479</id><published>2009-01-04T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:44:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>1) Loose the weight I gained in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;2) Survive culinary school&lt;br /&gt;3) Survive living with my parents&lt;br /&gt;4) Make God my best friend&lt;br /&gt;5) Be a better friend to my friends&lt;br /&gt;6) Remember I'm so lucky for the life I have&lt;br /&gt;7) Abandon my make-out challenge&lt;br /&gt;8) Recover as a shop-a-holic&lt;br /&gt;9) Be positive&lt;br /&gt;10) Survive turning 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for one year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-2250724713198544479?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/2250724713198544479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=2250724713198544479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2250724713198544479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2250724713198544479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-3653267897686090980</id><published>2009-01-04T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:18:11.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Year, New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SWEZeGhN1QI/AAAAAAAAABg/qwXXAD4WkbQ/s1600-h/NYEgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SWEZeGhN1QI/AAAAAAAAABg/qwXXAD4WkbQ/s320/NYEgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287535442446374146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the new year and finally 2008 is over.  On NYE a few friends of mine were discussing 2008.  Most agreed it was a bad year for them.  Looking back it wasn't my favorite year.  I moved in with my parents, ended a horrible relationship which ended in a horrible disaster.  BUT there were some highlights of the year. I got a new dog Oliver and my friends and I became terribly close this year.  Over the past year, I've watched how my friendships have grown and for that factor alone loved 2008.  According to Christin, I also did a lot of growing this past year.  She said that I've found my independence from relationships and found myself again.  I will admit I did lose myself while dating my ex.  We were so not right for each other and focused my energy on making him happy and not myself.  It wasn't until half way into the year did I finally break myself away from him and started focusing on myself.  I had a wonderful support team who supported me throughout the entire mess.  Maybe 2008 wasn't too bad after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 2009, I think I'm ready for this year to be over already.  I'm fulfilling my dream and going to culinary school, but in return I'm making some major sacrifices.  I no longer get to go to my small group or come home and play with my pups.  Instead, I get to work all day and go to school all night.  For the next 15 months I have to let go of everything that is making me happy to fulfill a passion of mine.  I do think it's worth it, but I'm so scared.  I'm trusting in God that He has a plan for me in my new adventures.  Becoming a chef is a complete 180 from where I'm at in my life.  For the past 6 years, I've worked in HR in an office--very cush job.  I'm trading all of that for longer hours and standing all day, but food is my passion so will it even feel like work?  I have many supporters in my life and many people who are waiting to see me fail.  The only thing that matters is what I think and what I want for my life.  I have to take the risk and try finding a career I'm passionate about.  If you know me just even a little bit you know that I have a passion for food and I love to cook.  I cannot pass this opportunity up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-3653267897686090980?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/3653267897686090980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=3653267897686090980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3653267897686090980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3653267897686090980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-year-new-year.html' title='Old Year, New Year'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SWEZeGhN1QI/AAAAAAAAABg/qwXXAD4WkbQ/s72-c/NYEgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-5406751492298745843</id><published>2008-10-16T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:48:55.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Thursdays</title><content type='html'>I wonder how long I can go without doing any actual work?  I have enough emails coming in to make it seem like I'm hard at work, but in actuality I have a case of the Thursdays and want to be at home.  I love my job but lately I've been craving the type of freedom I had while I was in college.  I miss sleeping until noon and skipping class if I didn't feel like going.  I can't do that anymore.  I have scheduled time off and sick days which quite frankly who wants to take a sick day when you're sick?  Are sick days for play days, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, hum!  Off to work I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-5406751492298745843?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/5406751492298745843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=5406751492298745843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/5406751492298745843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/5406751492298745843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/10/case-of-thursdays.html' title='Case of the Thursdays'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-6108831668447410336</id><published>2008-10-16T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:42:43.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SPeZJxoaRvI/AAAAAAAAABY/2o1rOf-WGG4/s1600-h/MeganChristinAleciaPumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257839483199047410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SPeZJxoaRvI/AAAAAAAAABY/2o1rOf-WGG4/s320/MeganChristinAleciaPumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SPeZEdJYmII/AAAAAAAAABQ/SeuRgC3lhps/s1600-h/Grouphay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257839391800858754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SPeZEdJYmII/AAAAAAAAABQ/SeuRgC3lhps/s320/Grouphay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SPeY8Rg6EqI/AAAAAAAAABI/-7vYoRWGpx4/s1600-h/Grouppumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257839251239342754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SPeY8Rg6EqI/AAAAAAAAABI/-7vYoRWGpx4/s320/Grouppumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday the group packed up and headed toward the pumpkin patch. It was so much fun, but I think we were the only adults there without children. Oh well, we are children at heart I suppose. It was still a great time and jealous at the children riding the mini ponies. Oh to be 20 lbs again. Here are a few pictures&lt;/div&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/5469153517908352669-6108831668447410336?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/6108831668447410336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=6108831668447410336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6108831668447410336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6108831668447410336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-adventure.html' title='Pumpkin Adventure'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SPeZJxoaRvI/AAAAAAAAABY/2o1rOf-WGG4/s72-c/MeganChristinAleciaPumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-2997030171725512148</id><published>2008-09-08T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:50:44.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Corn Dance</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again.  The weather is getting cooler, football is on, and longer walks with the dogs.  Most importantly the candy corn has made it's debut at Central Market.  These sweet treats are the epitome of Fall.  One taste of the corns and I'm taken back to trick or treating and hayrides and bobbing for apples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-2997030171725512148?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/2997030171725512148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=2997030171725512148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2997030171725512148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2997030171725512148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/09/candy-corn-dance.html' title='Candy Corn Dance'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-8849800642880920060</id><published>2008-08-21T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:03:24.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cream Cheese Frosting Cures All</title><content type='html'>What is it about comfort foods that is so well, comforting?  I'm a huge fan of Sprinkles, can't get enough.  I'm not one for variety so I go straight for the red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting.  Why not branch out, well the answer is simply cream cheese puts me in a better mood.  One bite of the creamy, velvety frosting and I forget (temporarily) why I was mad or sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your ultimate comfort food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-8849800642880920060?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/8849800642880920060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=8849800642880920060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8849800642880920060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8849800642880920060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/08/cream-cheese-frosting-cures-all.html' title='Cream Cheese Frosting Cures All'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-9146014521902265665</id><published>2008-08-20T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:49:58.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's been a while since my last post</title><content type='html'>I am seriously addicted to Dr. Pepper.  The addiction started when I transferred to TCU.  I needed to pull all nighters and didn't quite like coffee.  Now, four years later, I have to have one every day.  I love everything about it: the way the cool can feels in my hand, the sound the tab makes when i open it, the first sip when i tickles down your throat, ahhhh!  It so good when it hits your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone avoid work as much as I do?  It's really not as much avoiding as putting off.  I'm not quite as busy as I once was so I can space my work evenly throughout the week.  So the moments I don't feel like working I can push off for a few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-9146014521902265665?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/9146014521902265665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=9146014521902265665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/9146014521902265665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/9146014521902265665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-its-been-while-since-my-last.html' title='Because it&apos;s been a while since my last post'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-8166780414563549915</id><published>2008-08-04T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:34:34.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>So, I just finished &lt;em&gt;Escape&lt;/em&gt; by Carolyn Jessop.  It's about Carolyn's escape from polygamy and the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints.  I am familiar with the FLDS and it's origins through my education. (I grew up in a private school and studied world religions and cults.)  Even though I have been taught the ways of the FDLS it's far different reading it in black and white.  It's hard to believe that such abuse and control is happening within the United States, but as a Christian I know that faith can be much stronger than reason.   These people have such faith that they cannot see what is morally right and wrong.  From such a small age they are trained that "outsiders" are evil and that being in a polygamous relationship is God's will.  I know the leaders of the FLDS forbode television, newspapers, and literature, but did they ban the Bible too?  I know that the Mormon Church reads the Bible in addition to the Book of Morman, but if people read the Bible in the FLDS couldn't they see the conflicting doctorine of the prophet?  Carolyn repeatedly mentions that the people in the FLDS were not to think for themselves and became fearful people so this is really hard for me to comprehend because I live in a society that merits higher education and thinking freely.  The entire book tramatized me in a way that I wish that I could be involved in some way educating the women of the FLDS of the abuse they face.  I know as an "outsider"  I cannot make an impact because they all believe I'm evil, but I admire Carolyn's courage of her telling her story to educate Americans what is happening. Faith is so strong in the FLDS and they believe they are living in the will of God.  I pray that they can know the true will of God and His compassion for His people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-8166780414563549915?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/8166780414563549915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=8166780414563549915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8166780414563549915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8166780414563549915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/08/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-4936520654083791437</id><published>2008-08-04T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:09:09.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Blues</title><content type='html'>I've embraced the fact that I am not a morning person, but on Mondays this is magnified 10 fold.  Over the weekend, I'm usually well rested and happy for my short term freedom from work.  It's not that I don't like my job, it's just that well, I rather be spending my days like I want instead of coming to work (you know normal stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of you can relate to this.  Over the weekend I can easily sleep to 10:00 am and even though I did volunteer work this weekend I still happily woke up to go to Transform.  Why can't I happily get up for work?  I hit my snooze button for about an hour before I finally crawl out of bed and hop in the shower.  Even when I've put my makeup on and dry my hair and get dressed my bed is inviting me back in for a few more hours of sleep.  Friday is the only day I can get up without complaint because I know with a few hours of work I will enter the weekend and somehow its easier to get through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough complaining for now.  Going back to paying people for now, grrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-4936520654083791437?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/4936520654083791437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=4936520654083791437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4936520654083791437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4936520654083791437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-morning-blues.html' title='Monday Morning Blues'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-1484445929323979555</id><published>2008-08-01T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:24:03.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz time, thank you Jessie!</title><content type='html'>1. what time did you get up this morning? my alarm went off at 6:30 and I finally crawled out of bed at 7:30&lt;br /&gt;2. diamonds or pearls? both please!&lt;br /&gt;3. what was the last film you saw at the cinema? Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;4. what is your favorite tv show? the office, I heart Jim Halpert&lt;br /&gt;5. what did you eat for breakfast?  Toffee Almond popcorn&lt;br /&gt;6. what foods do you dislike? sushi and indian&lt;br /&gt;7. your favorite potato chip? Nacho Cheese Doritos&lt;br /&gt;8. what is your favorite cd at the moment? Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;9. what kind of car do you drive? 2004 Toyota Corolla&lt;br /&gt;10. favorite sandwich? Turkey on everything bagel from Einstien's&lt;br /&gt;11. what characteristics do you despise? Lying, Arrogance&lt;br /&gt;12. what are your favorite clothes? The ones I get to wear sassy shoes&lt;br /&gt;13. if you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Spain, they have mountains, beaches, flamenco dancing, bull fighting, and fabulous shopping--oh yeah and great architecture&lt;br /&gt;14. what color is your bathroom? sage green and baby pink&lt;br /&gt;15. favorite brand of clothing? Ann Taylor and NY &amp;amp; Company&lt;br /&gt;16. favorite time of day? When I get to cook dinner--great way to unwind after work&lt;br /&gt;17. where would you want to retire to? California some where there are beaches, mountains and great access to travel&lt;br /&gt;18. favorite sports to watch? basketball, football, soccer&lt;br /&gt;19. coke or pepsi?  Dr. Pepper I'm such a texas girl&lt;br /&gt;20. are you a morning person or night owl?  Neither I love to sleep&lt;br /&gt;21. any new and exciting news you’d like to share? I'm going back to school (God willing!)&lt;br /&gt;22. what did you want to be when you were little? Only a teacher&lt;br /&gt;23. what is your best childhood memory? Going to McDonalds then the mall every Sat with my mom and sister&lt;br /&gt;24. nicknames? Miss Priss&lt;br /&gt;25. piercings? just my lobes&lt;br /&gt;26. eye color?  red and black&lt;br /&gt;27. favorite day of the week? saturday!&lt;br /&gt;28. favorite restaurant? Hard to have just one: Cubra Libre, La Cubanita, Chuy's&lt;br /&gt;29. favorite ice cream? Pistacho from Pacuigo&lt;br /&gt;30. which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Chanel, Fendi, Prada, Jimmy Choo&lt;br /&gt;31. bedtime? Probably 10 or 11&lt;br /&gt;32. what are you listening to right now? "Honey, Honey" from Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;33. how many tattoos do you have? 3: butterfly, Celtic cross, and Japanese symbol for happiness&lt;br /&gt;34. next film you’ll see? not sure hopefully Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;35. tag anyone? if you want to do this, I tag you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-1484445929323979555?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/1484445929323979555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=1484445929323979555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/1484445929323979555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/1484445929323979555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/08/quiz-time-thank-you-jessie.html' title='Quiz time, thank you Jessie!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-8738699547892371155</id><published>2008-08-01T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:10:19.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicals, part II</title><content type='html'>So most of you know my thoughts on musicals.  I'm now in love with a new one:  Mamma Mia!  I have not seen in onstage, but I did see it in the movie theater.  LOVED IT!!  Aside from Pierce Brosnan singing it was fabulous.  Why do I love musicals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Because you can answer a really profound question with a song. &lt;br /&gt;2) Because you can bust out in song and dance when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;3) Dancing creates endorphines and endorphines makes you happy!&lt;br /&gt;4) Any serious conversation like breaking up can be in song.&lt;br /&gt;5) You walk away a bit happier after watching musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more but this is all I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Mamma Mia!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-8738699547892371155?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/8738699547892371155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=8738699547892371155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8738699547892371155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8738699547892371155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/08/musicals-part-ii.html' title='Musicals, part II'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-2786038710730230310</id><published>2008-07-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:46:32.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>So I work with my ex. We dated for 9 months and in the beginning I was devestated, but everyday I'm reminded why we aren't together and become very thankful. He is no where near what I want in a man and so glad to finally be away from our relationship. It did take me a few months to discover that, but after I did I'm truly thankful that God has someone else for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-2786038710730230310?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/2786038710730230310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=2786038710730230310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2786038710730230310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2786038710730230310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/07/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-2900195627283396838</id><published>2008-07-24T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:38:57.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up to Reality</title><content type='html'>When I was in Mexico, reality was a thousand miles away.  Then Monday morning came around and I was slammed at work.  It seemed like the problems that I left behind just snowballed and I'm stressed trying to work them out.  Vacations are only good when you are in paradise because when you get back it seems like a bad idea that you left.  I know things will get better at work, but I wish I was back in the island already!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-2900195627283396838?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/2900195627283396838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=2900195627283396838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2900195627283396838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2900195627283396838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/07/waking-up-to-reality.html' title='Waking up to Reality'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-2964044988310733379</id><published>2008-07-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:34:28.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenido!</title><content type='html'>Mexico was a blast!!  I'm so glad I made my way across the border.  I went snorkeling, kayaking, sailing and I swam with the dolphins.  Everyone should take a least 1 trip by theirselves.  I did however fall in love with this Spaniard bartender in Miami.  We just flirted back and forth--the only thing you can do when you live in 2 different states!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-2964044988310733379?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/2964044988310733379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=2964044988310733379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2964044988310733379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/2964044988310733379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/07/bienvenido.html' title='Bienvenido!'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-8176324627838729432</id><published>2008-07-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:48:44.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranger's Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SHfVMk39GRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JTAMrE50hZU/s1600-h/Ranger+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221876704992893202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SHfVMk39GRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JTAMrE50hZU/s320/Ranger+Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday the group ventured out to Arlington for the Ranger's game. Despite the rain, we had a great time. Very quickly the rain stopped and the clouds subsided giving us awesome weather to take in a baseball game. Ahh, the pasttimes of summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-8176324627838729432?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/8176324627838729432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=8176324627838729432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8176324627838729432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8176324627838729432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/07/rangers-game.html' title='Ranger&apos;s Game'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SHfVMk39GRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JTAMrE50hZU/s72-c/Ranger+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-8740759097259101714</id><published>2008-06-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:13:40.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>I've been needing a vacation really badly and I finally get my retreat.  I'm going to Cozumel for some beach therapy.  Only 3 more weeks away!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-8740759097259101714?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/8740759097259101714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=8740759097259101714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8740759097259101714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8740759097259101714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/06/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-532547920134084408</id><published>2008-06-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:20:49.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-532547920134084408?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/532547920134084408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=532547920134084408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/532547920134084408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/532547920134084408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/06/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-4302048244775934576</id><published>2008-06-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:53:34.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reliving my Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SFqA8BvWoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nHr6wcLl7ug/s1600-h/alecia+sara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213621287382327666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SFqA8BvWoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nHr6wcLl7ug/s320/alecia+sara.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was with Austen for 2 years and in the 2 years I managed to loose all but 1 friend. So when we broke up I didn't have a support system to help me through. I was reading my journal the other day and it mentioned that I didn't have friends or a life and by the end of the journal I was going to get a life--wasn't sure how I was going to do that but that it will happen. Well now it's 2008 and I have so many great friends in my life. It was neat to see that I built this great life for myself and I have great friends through Church, Book Club, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we don't see that change has occured God simply sends us a little reminder that He's working in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-4302048244775934576?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/4302048244775934576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=4302048244775934576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4302048244775934576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/4302048244775934576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/06/reliving-my-journal.html' title='Reliving my Journal'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SFqA8BvWoXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nHr6wcLl7ug/s72-c/alecia+sara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-6393986559583051440</id><published>2008-06-17T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:00:41.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Timing</title><content type='html'>Thus says the Lord, In an acceptable and favorable time I have heard and answered you, and in a day of salvation I have helped you; and I will preserve you and give you for a covenant to the people, to raise up and establish the land and to apportion and cause them to inherit the desolate heritages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/passage/?search=Isaiah%2049:%208;&amp;amp;version=45;" target="_blank"&gt;Isaiah 49: 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-6393986559583051440?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/6393986559583051440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=6393986559583051440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6393986559583051440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6393986559583051440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/06/gods-timing.html' title='God&apos;s Timing'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-6008957465738405004</id><published>2008-06-09T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:59:43.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210702208916737586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SFAiDTDTTjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/09yN8YJRF3o/s320/Mercy+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I've often wondered about the phenomenon that is Sex and the City. I've come to the realization that it's the friendships they carry throughout the series. It's amazing the power of a strong girl group. Most of you know I'm going through some rough times. Last friday was a much needed girls night and 12 girls showed up for support! It was so great to catch up and talk about topics we've never explored before. I feel so luck to have such great women in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-6008957465738405004?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/6008957465738405004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=6008957465738405004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6008957465738405004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6008957465738405004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SFAiDTDTTjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/09yN8YJRF3o/s72-c/Mercy+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-510286355198269659</id><published>2008-05-30T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:16:06.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Sick</title><content type='html'>Why is it we have the ability to fall for the wrong person?  Why do we fall for qualities that don't match us and why is it so hard to get over once we realize they are the wrong person for us?  What is it about that person that is so apealing that we fall for them?  The journey for love is definitely a hard one and one I can not understand.  Maybe one day I won't be searching so hard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-510286355198269659?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/510286355198269659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=510286355198269659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/510286355198269659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/510286355198269659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-sick.html' title='Love Sick'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-6932684733960301652</id><published>2008-05-12T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:31:07.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SChio_AmGOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Tp2JEjL4Efc/s1600-h/TX1188.10819308-3-pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199514226047457506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SChio_AmGOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Tp2JEjL4Efc/s320/TX1188.10819308-3-pn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new addition--a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Oliver. From the moment I saw him I knew he was mine. I was a little concerned because he wasn't playing with Bentley so I was thinking I had to take him back! BUT on Sunday finally he started playing with Bentley so I get to keep him. I'm so excited to have him in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-6932684733960301652?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/6932684733960301652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=6932684733960301652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6932684733960301652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/6932684733960301652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/SChio_AmGOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Tp2JEjL4Efc/s72-c/TX1188.10819308-3-pn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-938652891028724531</id><published>2008-04-15T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:07:27.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Later...</title><content type='html'>Time from time I like to remember what life was like a year ago to see how much has changed for me.  Last year I went through a break up and talked to 2 different guys, worked at TEK, and getting ready for the Crawfish boil.  This year, I'm still talking to the same 2 guys, going through a break up, working at TEK, and getting ready for the Crawfish boil.  It sounds like life really hasn't changed for me.  Believe it or not, life has changed.  Experiences made me different, Travis and I finally got our date I was hoping to plan a year ago.  Jeromy and I had a very complicated relationship followed by an even more complicated friendship, and for the first time in 6 years I'm officially single.  I'm hoping to change that, but God may have a different plan for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-938652891028724531?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/938652891028724531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=938652891028724531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/938652891028724531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/938652891028724531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-year-later.html' title='One Year Later...'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-8707662553668293942</id><published>2008-04-15T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:50:53.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Musical</title><content type='html'>Ok, for some time now, as long as I can remember, I've wished life was like a musical.  I would love to break out in song and dance in the middle of work to make life more exciting or to get my point across.  I think life would be more delightful if we could all disguise life as a musical.  I mean I really haven't seen a musical that made me feel more depressed (well, Sweeney Todd would be the closest.)  Imagine your most important events in life set to a song and dance.  LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-8707662553668293942?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/8707662553668293942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=8707662553668293942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8707662553668293942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8707662553668293942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-as-musical.html' title='Life as a Musical'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-1773261086330608501</id><published>2008-03-27T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T06:49:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Blue Eyeshadow</title><content type='html'>I am seriously addicted to MAC make-up.  I think I've had like 4 make-overs in the past month!  I have plenty of "everyday" make-up so this last make-over my eyes gravitated toward the blue eyeshadow.  At first I thought this would be fun to wear--I had no idea the power it would have over me.  Girls, there is something about wearing blue eyeshadow to make you feel sassy.  Not everyone is a fan of the blue--my mom and sister made fun of me for it, but I felt empowered and sassy.  I recommend a black and white polka-dotted shirt with aqua blue eyeshadow.  It's stuff like this that makes me glad I'm a woman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-1773261086330608501?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/1773261086330608501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=1773261086330608501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/1773261086330608501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/1773261086330608501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/03/power-of-blue-eyeshadow.html' title='The Power of Blue Eyeshadow'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-8030993599132239955</id><published>2008-01-04T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:56:26.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>I normally make a very easy New Year's resolution like eat at more privately owned restaurants, but this year I am planning on a life changing resolution.  For some reason I have a habit of self sabotaging relationships.  I am making a conscious effort to not to let that happen again.  I want eventually a long lasting relationship with someone and it will not happen the rate I'm going.  How do I plan to accomplish this task?  Good question.  I'm hoping that by taking time first to think about the situation before I react.  Take the time to think about my actions and why I'm reacting the way I react.  I'm not saying this is a full proof plan, but it's a huge step for me.  I hope it works for the best, only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-8030993599132239955?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/8030993599132239955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=8030993599132239955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8030993599132239955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/8030993599132239955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469153517908352669.post-3515500251862686683</id><published>2007-11-16T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:47:37.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to be Content</title><content type='html'>Being content with what you have is probably the hardest thing in life.  The expression the grass is greener on the other side is truer as life goes on.  We are so busy trying to obtain the "other side" that we forget to enjoy life as it is now.  I have a great man in my life and unfortunately I am so focused on what our relationship could be instead of what we have now.  If I'm completely honest with myself then we have a great relationship and have great memories now, but I focus on the future and then I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; if things aren't moving at the pace that I want.  The question is why am I in such a hurry?  I tend to be an impatient person so I really feel like God is testing my patience and I'm failing miserably.  In a world that gets answers in a millisecond of course I want my personal life to have answers just as quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to be content with what I have is what I've struggled with my entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469153517908352669-3515500251862686683?l=misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/feeds/3515500251862686683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5469153517908352669&amp;postID=3515500251862686683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3515500251862686683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469153517908352669/posts/default/3515500251862686683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misspriss-alecia.blogspot.com/2007/11/learning-to-be-content.html' title='Learning to be Content'/><author><name>Alecia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05404183714145659422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvijJWwoU_Y/R2ryFLI2GdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t4UbU5uPQDc/S220/AJwed008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
